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

Gradually, Shea’s breathing took on louder tones, notes of desire and pleading, and Lucian muffled a moan against Shea’s skin. “Beautiful,” Lucian whispered, and after another thirty-count in his head, Lucian began tapping just beneath the curve of Shea’s ass. Not hard, not strikes at all, but a carefully measured series of raps to the exact same line of skin that escalated from barely there to almost a hit and retreated to nearly nothing once again. A quick set of three, light, less light, nothing; a set of four, light, harder, harder, a mere kiss of cane; a set of five and onward without a hint of hurry. It was a warm up with an instrument meant to cure anyone of their need for sincere pain, and ferocious delight seized Lucian at being able to undermine Shea’s assumption that Lucian would simply welt Shea from the onset.


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