Dawn finds Lady Moira Vernon in the armory with her knight, her fingers lingering inside the gauntlet she has just fitted to his hand. Wynn Taggart does not pull away. His quiet deference hides the hunger for her command, the need to prove he deserves to remain under her control even as the alliance wedding draws closer.
She rules his obedience with the same iron strategy she brings to the throne. Each order tightens the hold she has on his body, each denial of release sharpening the edge of what he craves most from her. The solstice deadline presses against them both, threatening to expose how completely she has claimed the man sworn to protect the realm.
How long can Wynn endure her denial before his need to be kept breaks the alliance that depends on his restraint?
