Brother and sister team Midnight and Aurora Pendragon have a successful airship business taking clients on trips to be photographed with their pet pterodactyl. The last thing they expect is to have one such trip hijacked by the dashing adventurer Voltaire Crevin and his right-hand man Trevilian Hawke. While his sister and Voltaire repeatedly lock horns, Midnight finds himself increasingly drawn to Trevilian. Finally, Voltaire explains they are trying to prevent a weapon of mass destruction from falling into the hands of a ruthless, secret organization, the S.O.R. With Midnight’s help, they take the airship down into an extinct volcano to find that not only does Atlantis still exist, but the weapon is in the hands of the few remaining Atlanteans. But if Voltaire had believed the S.O.R. were ruthless, it's nothing compared to that of the Atlanteans who seek to return to the surface and rule the world using their ultimate weapon: The Leviathan. Midnight’s feelings for Trevilian deepen as they seek a way to stop the Atlanteans and escape from Atlantis. Danger comes in many ways and takes many forms, each more deadly than the last. Can Midnight and Trevilian survive long enough to know whether love never dies?

Love Never Dies

“Midnight—you don’t have to—” Tresilian gasped out a protest, but Midnight laid his hand on Tresilian’s chest and quieted him.


Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, Midnight moved his lips over his lover’s erection. He was surprised at how hot the organ was, even warmer than it had felt in his hand


Remembering how this act had felt to him, Midnight wanted to reciprocate that pleasure, and moved up and down, licking and kissing. He couldn’t take all Tresilian’s proud flesh into his mouth but took as much as he could. Judging by Tresilian’s deep, throaty groans of delight, Midnight was certain he was doing well enough.


“Midnight. If you don’t stop, I’m going to spill.” Tresilian wound his hands into Midnight’s hair, tugging him up.


Letting his lover’s cock slip from his mouth, Midnight met Tresilian’s gaze.


“I want you to.” This time, when Midnight wrapped his lips around his lover’s flesh, Tresilian crested, his seed flooding Midnight’s mouth.


Chapter 49