As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man has no use for tears or mercy. The only light in Lucian's formative years was Shea who gave Lucian the impetus to break free of his father and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.<br><br>But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with new purpose: build an empire to destroy the darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without confessing that Shea is his only solace and reason for living.<br><br>When reuniting with Shea leads to a horrifying discovery at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to eradicate, Lucian vows a path of bloody vengeance to save Shea from certain destruction.

Winter's Knight

“Nnn-oh…” Lucian’s head flew back, and his brain stutter-fritzed. Shea’s soft moan was distracting but distant, and the invasion was swift and consuming. “Shea,” Lucian panted. “Oh—Christ!” The word was wrapped around a wheezing inhale, stars tinging Lucian’s vision, the push to his prostate making him feel too full, too needy, too everything.


Stroking, seeking, and another stretch all drove Lucian closer to Shea. Messy kisses peppered Lucian’s mouth, jaw, throat, ear. Breathing so loud that it drowned Lucian’s frantic heartbeat echoed in his mind, his or Shea’s, he didn’t know, but he definitely heard his own clarion call when a third digit sought access to his insides. He thrashed, moved both into and away from the unrelenting surge, and his broken curses devolved into whispered pleas. A piece of Lucian hated the naked emotion, but Lucian formed the words, regardless: “You…n-need…y-you…”


Chapter 49