The Heart of Blackwood throbbed beneath Liam’s back like a second heartbeat, syncing with the frantic pulse in his throat. Julian loomed over him on the ancient pedestal, the artifact’s sickly green glow casting eerie shadows across his sculpted, naked form. The binding had already begun—thin threads of dark energy coiled around their bodies, linking them at the wrists, the throat, the hips.
“You chose this,” Julian growled, voice thick with triumph and hunger. He hooked Liam’s legs over his shoulders, folding the smaller man nearly in half. The position left Liam completely exposed, ass raised, c**k leaking against his own stomach. “No more running. No more weak mortal games. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever.”
Liam barely had time to gasp before Julian thrust into him in one powerful
