Pirate Captain

Captain Elias Blackwood had a reputation.

He was ruthless. Clever. And completely uninterested in sharing his ship — or his bed — with anyone.

That changed the day they captured a merchant vessel and found a very pretty, very angry nobleman among the prisoners.

Lord Marcus Harrington was tall, broad, and furious about being taken. He had fought like a demon during the boarding, and even now, chained in the brig, he glared at Elias like he wanted to kill him.

Elias was intrigued.

He had Marcus brought to his cabin.

“You’re going to be trouble,” Elias said, circling him slowly.

Marcus lifted his chin.

“And you’re going to regret this.”

Elias smiled.

“I doubt it.”

He had Marcus’s chains removed and gave him a choice: work for his keep… or warm the captain’s bed.

Marcus chose the bed.

The first night, Elias took him roughly against the cabin wall — one hand around Marcus’s throat, the other gripping his hip as he fucked him deep and hard. Marcus fought him at first, cursing and struggling, but it didn’t take long before he was moaning and pushing back against Elias’s thrusts.

By the second week, Marcus stopped pretending he didn’t want it.

By the third, he was the one initiating — cornering Elias in dark corners of the ship and demanding to be fucked.

One night, as they lay tangled in the captain’s bed, Marcus spoke quietly.

“I should hate you,” he said.

Elias traced a finger down Marcus’s chest.

“But you don’t.”

Marcus was silent for a long moment.

“No,” he finally said. “I don’t.”

He turned and looked at Elias.

“I think I might be in love with you,” he admitted. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

Elias smiled and pulled Marcus closer.

“You stay,” he said simply. “You stay with me. On this ship. In this bed. Forever.”

Marcus stared at him.

“You would make me your consort?” he asked. “A pirate’s whore?”

Elias kissed him — slow and claiming.

“I would make you my husband,” he corrected. “If you’ll have me.”

Marcus’s eyes widened.

Then he smiled — small, sharp, and completely in love.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I’ll have you.”

Elias kissed him again.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

And for the first time in his life, Captain Elias Blackwood had something — someone — worth more than all the gold in the world.

He had Marcus.

And he would burn the seas to keep him.