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

Lucian set the drinks on the floor within reach and hugged Shea from behind. His boots put him almost as tall as Shea when barefoot, and skin met skin from waist to upper torso. Shea sighed and shifted toward Lucian. “Thank you,” Lucian said, and he placed one of Shea’s palms on his own leather-clad thigh. “Mm, love the feel of you against me, your hands on me.” Lucian nosed Shea’s neck. “Tonight is my design of what you want and what I enjoy, and it hinges upon your choices.”


“M-my choices?” Shea asked breathlessly, fingers stroking Lucian’s leg.


“Always, my Shea, yes,” Lucian answered. “I will present each of them to you, and you may direct the course of the night. I will be asking you how you feel along the way, and I want nothing but honesty in your decisions and answers, understood?”


“Yes, Sire.” Shea trembled, but his hand kept moving.


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