Julian Marsters is one of the heroes in CAPTIVATED – he’s a warrior, a man who is hard and strong, a man who has lost people he loved, a man who battles his need for revenge and all the rage bottled inside. He softens for VIncenz, who understands him and accepts him, darkness and all. And then Hannah…
Julian worked out as he thought about the way she’d felt against his body that morning. Each pull-up, the burn in his muscles, the stretch and strain of his upper arms and across his back meant he’d be strong enough not only to protect himself but to protect her as well.
He wasn’t able to protect Marame, who’d always been so invincible to him.
But he wouldn’t make the same mistake with Hannah. He and Vincenz would never give any opportunity for anyone to get a shot at her.
Vincenz had pushed her that morning, no doubt.
The moment she’d retreated into the bathing suite they’d been on each other, a mess of teeth and nails, cock to cock, writhing, sweating and in the end, he’d rolled to his back, breath heaving, fingers entangled still with Vincenz’s and with the knowledge that things had changed for not only the two of them, but for the three of them.
There was suddenly something else, which complicated matters considerably. But without which he’d be lesser. He wasn’t sure why or how it was that way, but she was part of his life, part of his life with Vincenz. Beautiful, skittish Hannah with her delightfully odd reactions to things they did. Any other woman, or man for that matter, would have run after a few days with them. But Hannah, though she didn’t know it herself, was made of sterner stuff.
She ignored the way he and Vincenz bickered as they worked. Never so much as flinched if one of them turned to her mid-conversation to argue a point. She rolled her eyes and waved it away if Julian got grumpy or short.
The way she accepted him did something to him. Disarmed him. Charmed him. Made him feel understood and appreciated. So many people he knew and loved were afraid of his reaction after Marame. They were right to in some ways. He’d gone off the rails and if it hadn’t been for work, and Vincenz, he may have fallen apart. The need to avenge her death had driven him hard, filling him with so much anger and darkness he stumbled his way through some days, barely hanging on. But Hannah wasn’t afraid of his reactions. When she was around she filled his empty spots, made it all right to feel the desolation of loss. Without judgment.
He had no idea what that could feel like. Had no concept that such a seemingly simple thing would be a revelation. About himself but also about Hannah.
Humming to himself, he did the last set and hopped down to mop his face off.
Things had changed. But they’d be all right.
In my head, as I worked, it was Jamie Bamber I saw as Julian…
He’s intense. He loves Vincenz and Hannah with a ferocity and protectiveness he’s scared by, but can’t stop himself. I hope you all love him as much as I do…
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