Recent content by Lynus Anireth

The fight was a blur of pain and steel and blood. Every clash reverberated through the bolt in his shoulder, sending molten agony sparking down his arm and straight into his marrow. His arm burned, his shirt sodden with blood, but fury kept him upright, kept him pressing forward. This was the...

Bannan’s grin was sharp as a wolf’s, his teeth flashing as Isla choked against the gag. He hauled her up onto the horse with rough efficiency, and was just about to swing into the saddle when the first sound came. A bark. And another. Bannan’s head snapped up, sneer twisting his face as Duke’s...

Bannan’s breath rasped as he dragged her through the trees, every step muffled but heavy with intent. His grip tightened around her, every thrash of hers answered with a squeeze meant to force the air from her lungs. His grin only widened when she bit and scratched at him. “Mmm,” he growled...

It'd taken him the entire night, but he'd tracked them. The young lad who should have been keeping watch was curled like a babe against a root, slack-jawed and useless. It made him grin wolfishly, knowing how easy this was going to be. The girl was apart from the others, kneeling at the stream...

Lynus watched her with a soft, easy smile, the way her laughter danced through the clearing warming something deep inside him. He sat down beside her, falling back onto his elbows with a deep breath. “Only the best for the Princess,” he rumbled, the teasing spark still alive in his eyes. He...

Lynus had never loved anything more than hearing Isla laugh. Not the thunder of victory in tournaments, not the crashing waves beyond the cliffs of his childhood, not even the most beautiful music she played for him. That sound, her laughter, had carved out a new life in his chest since the day...

Lynus chuckled low in his throat, the sound muffled slightly by her hair. His arm instinctively tightened around her waist, steadying her. “I won’t let you fall, love,” he murmured, voice quiet and sure. His chest rose and fell with a sigh, tension easing out of his shoulders now that laughter...

Lynus grinned the moment she leaned back with that wicked little whisper, and without missing a beat, he dipped his head and nipped lightly at her neck, teeth grazing just beneath her ear. “That so?” he murmured against her skin, a teasing growl in his voice. “You’re going to be the death of...

Lynus couldn’t help but laugh. The weight of tension, fear, and fury broke open with it, leaving only breathless exhilaration behind. His arms tightened around Isla as Onyx thundered down the road, his chin resting briefly on her shoulder. “Lunatics,” he echoed with a grin, pressing a kiss to...

Lynus’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Onyx standing ready. Relief and fondness washed over his face like sunlight breaking through stormclouds. “There you are, old man,” he murmured as he reached out, brushing his hand along the sleek black muzzle. Onyx snorted softly, the stallion’s ears...

Lynus watched her move with a tightness in his chest, that familiar ache of wanting to take all her fear, all her weight, and carry it for her. He reached for her gently, his arms wrapping around her, caging her from it all. “Hey…” he said softly, his voice calm and low. “Just breathe...

Lynus took the cue to sit beside Isla, slipping his arm around her and drawing her in against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oban does sound nice,” he murmured, voice low. “It’s about two months ride, maybe a little less.” He glanced at Duke sprawled by the hearth, then...

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead again, softer this time, then reluctantly let her go, giving her the space she needed. With a soft sigh, he pulled a shirt over his head and made his way into the sitting room, raking a hand through his hair as he prepared himself for whatever mess...

Lynus didn’t move. Not at first. He sat there, jaw clenched, body tense, the muscles in his back tight as a bowstring. He hadn’t even registered Isla’s tone at first—he was too focused on Arryn, on the intrusion and the rage he felt at his father for having him hunted down like an animal. But...

Lynus’ breath was still shallow as he lay beside Isla, her warmth pressed against his chest, the scent of her tangled in the linen and sunk into his skin. For the past few days, the world had narrowed to this—just her and him, locked in their own quiet realm of affection and abandon. He had...