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110 pages, ebook
First published June 1, 2013
"Sometimes, what the world asks of us is wrong. And when it is that wrong, there is no honor in obeying it."
Say what you like. You are mine and forever will be.
My Lion and Crow LOL
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"I would do anything for you."
Sir Christian Brandon, aka The Crow~
Sir William Corbet, aka The Lion
Mine. Submit. Safe. Last time.
Remember me.
Christian: ~
“He told me I was possessed by a succubus, a female demon that hungered for men. He told me he would pray for guidance to free me from this creature.”
‘William cleared his throat. “If you were a woman, I would already be before your father on bended knee.”
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”Let me have you, hold you, for this long, Christian, and let us be content with our fate.”
”Men were ofttimes coarse and unwashed. Women had a brief youthful bloom that faded quickly, like wildflowers in the field. But Christian… he was unique, a rose blooming on a frozen tundra.”
Sir William had never wed because he was hopelessly in love with his sister’s husband— a tragic, romantic, and shocking tale of the sort young maidens love to whisper— well, no one of consequence had ever taken it very seriously. May they rest in peace.
Valor comes not from being unafraid; it comes from the determination to proceed despite fear.
No man spoke to him like that. William was filled with an imperative urge to stride into that river and grab Christian, push him, tackle him, hold him down, make him take it back—those words—to make him… beg. To take him, to crush him, to kiss him. To fuck him.
“Christian, look at me,” William ground out.
Christian looked.
“Need to see your eyes. So beautiful,” William panted.
“William.” Christian stared into William’s stormy blue eyes. The level of intimacy in the act shattered him.
“You’re so beautiful, Christian. So fine. You should know that. You should—”
The words were too tender, too much. They tipped Christian over the edge.
The moment Christian was able to tug his arms free, he pushed himself off the ground and threw himself against William, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“You came for me.”
William gripped him tightly, so tightly his armor bruised Christian’s skin, but Christian didn’t care.
“Were you in Hell itself, Christian, I would always come for you.” William’s voice was choked with emotion.