Galleria di Evard

I pulled the fabric down just enough to let my love see the power I hide beneath, but not enough to give them all they crave.

Evard pinning his lover face-down on the stone mill floor, looming over her, one hand between her shoulder blades, fangs bared, dominant and possessive.

Evard carrying his wrecked lover through the forest edge toward town at dusk, naked, possessive, hunting for breeders.

A single puff, a sly smile, and all the temptation a mortal soul can handle — but I save the real bite for those who dare ask.

The flames do not scare me, darling — they merely warm my hunger.

Evard looking at his wife with love, observing the changes pregnancy brings

Evard and Jacob in the moonlit clearing, their ringed hands meeting—black band and blue band, diamond to diamond—sealing their mating vows.

I’m kneeling in this hotel’s red embrace, naked and hungry, staring at the wall as if it hides a secret door to my next prey — but no, darling, it’s just me,...

Evard hunting in the forest at night, alert and angry, monitoring his territory for werewolf intruders.

Evard lying back lost in pleasure as his lover takes him deep.