Ruin The Waking
Author
Lucian Bane
Author Bio
My name is Lucian Bane, and I’m a Dom. I like to refer to myself as an ineffable Dom. Many attribute the term ineffable to God, but let me assure you that the godly attribution of awe and astonishment, does not apply to me, lol. I merely assume the part of the meaning unexplainable, in the sense I will not be defined by tropes and customary categories. To a lot of people, I’m a complicated Dom, an intricate Dom, or confounding Dom. To my wife, I am a godly Dom.
I don’t want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can give myself to completely, come undone with, become one with.
I think there are many men just like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. As young men, our inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom’s reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, that inner Dom bowed to His will. The transformation made me into what I am today.
Description
To judge and execute. That is Ruin’s power and desire. But Ruin’s memory is empty of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore– a neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana– from a sexual predator, she volunteers to help him.
Ruin soon discovers that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and beautiful woman who can’t help but involve herself in every aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.
Book excerpt
Ruin stared at the human named Jared, not understanding why the heat of the sun burned through him alongside the breath of ice, roaring in his ears. He quickly searched through the data he’d learned in the last two days to explain it, but found nothing to match this need moving him closer to the man. His body told him to take the human’s his head off, no, the heat said it. And the cold… the cold seemed to say no, that wasn’t quite right.
The longer Ruin stared at the horror and skittering of the human, the hotter the heat became. He looked at the woman next. She had taught him a lot in the last few days. The look in her eyes held the answer. If only he could see past the fear in them. He felt the snarl before it purred its way up his throat through clenched teeth as the power to rip or crush something became stronger. But so did the ice cold warning that carried that simple don’t.
Fury and rage, and that other thing boiled inside him until he could barely breathe. Ruin looked at the man, finally. “Leave!”
Blood red fire exploded through the room with his command, followed immediately by white ice that harnessed the flames with spidery fingers, turning the sure death into a hiss of steam.
Before the air cleared, the human was down the ladder and running out the door. Ruin gazed at the woman named Isadore, looking to her for answers of what had just happened to him. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed away enough for him to see questions. Questions like he had. She was like him in many ways, he realized. Was that why he felt the constant need to watch her?
The sight of blood on the bed drew his gaze to it and he involuntary went to her. He felt that anger from earlier stirring again. He was suddenly acutely aware of two things happening inside him. One part of him wanted to open the wound on her leg that produced the blood and let it pour until the wretched body was extinguished. The other part of him wanted to kill what caused it.
It all confused him and he remembered the words that he needed to say to her. “Help me.”
Waiting, he studied the woman’s eyes that matched the sky that peeked through the trees during the hottest part of the day. The sizzling in his brain happened again. He liked the feeling because he always understood things more after. He waited for the heat to do its thing, watching the movement of life at her neck without looking directly at it. The sparks raced around in his head from one thing to the next, almost too fast for him to follow as he stared deeply into her gaze.