Recent content by Greydon

"You are quite right, for it is myself that is late." A woman waltzed into the room, followed by another. Eira nodded her head at each of them, as did Grey's mother. He smiled, bowing at the hips at the entrance of his aunt and cousin. Sidonie Malennis chose to sit beside Eira, and although...

Ilir snorted, "It does please me that you see him the way I do..." His eyes watched her hands as she perused. There was a gentleness, a preciseness, and Ilir wondered what it would be like to hold. "Perhaps you should find a way to... deal with him, tonight." He stepped closer, a hand coming...

Whatever warning she had to give, Greydon chose to ignore it. He liked seeing Ilir unsettled, trying to scramble for a way to seize power in this situation. Greydon grins at Imogen, staring at her without any other care but to simply gaze upon her beauty. "Good. I think Eira will be pleased...

Greydon was blatantly staring now. Fuck, Imogen looked too good. He had not been able to see her for so long it felt like, and now, here she was in the Plaza being paraded around by Ilir who did not even spare Grey a second glance. That part made him curious, since he knew he had been...

Greydon knew the presence of death nearby on many occasions, perhaps too many times he stood by death as if they were allies, and that is why he had no qualms in striding through Malennis Manor some hours later. Midnight had been approaching, and as he ascended the stairs towards the wing where...

Good and gracious gods. She was an invitation he longed for, and as she loosened the hold of silks to her body, Greydon could not help himself. There was a shifting south of his lower abdomen, a heat and need growing rapidly in his pit. Hunger lingered in his eyes, and the feast before him was...

Greydon was ablaze, roaring with the accelerant she poured all over him. His answering grin was all forms of mischief and lust. She didn't stop him, she dared him to continue. Who was he to refuse a Lady of such? He could see her eyes flick to his lips, and Greydon made sure she watched his...

He was a man of action, setting aside his glass to the space beside him. It was empty, and he was in need of a refill, but the temptress before him posed a new challenge to him. Greydon lowered himself to his knees, whereas she moved with languid grace, he moved with a predator's precision. His...

Something about the way she rose to say that she would hurt him made Greydon smirk. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and let his hands dangle there in the space between. "Oh, darling, I would love to see you make good on that." His eyes bore into her's, challenge held in his...

To his credit, Greydon kept himself from smiling. Instead, he arched a brow and his head tilted to the side. "Can't say many women do once they realise what kind of man he is." Eira had won everyone's heart, Thanasis and the Thunder, for her intelligent plots and schemes, all of which...

His fingers curled around the offered drink, and Grey met her eyes as their fingers grazed each other. Grey held her gaze as she went to return to her seat, even if the movement of her evening attire begged for his attention. If he could, he would crawl the short distance between them, stay on...

She was right, that he had his fair share of being kissed by death and shadows in his time, but nothing felt more daunting than the loss of a dragon. "Drazhan's wing has been severed, I didn't know how we were going to get back home, to survive. Without the full use of his wing... well, we made...

"No, I shouldn't be..." but there was that curve to his lips again. "Although... if you refuse to tell me what's wrong, then allow me to offer a distraction." He made sure his eyes raked over her form once again, and gods did he wish he could look upon her and not think of how good she felt...

Grey knew that he shouldn't be here. The threat Ivan gave him last they all met was one he didn't want to test, but Imogen captivated him in a way that made him act like a fool. With slow strides, he crossed to her door and turned the lock. It clicked into place, a dull sound that he hoped...

He didn't really get a look at Imogen once she dragged him in, his eyes going to the interiors of what he learned to be her quarters. Greydon turned slowly, taking it all in before rounding back to Imogen. The way her arms had crosses, it really framed her shape nicely, his eyes focused there...