Novels by Calister Wealth

“You’re late again,” Kai Lennox called out the moment the service door clicked shut at 11:53 p.m. He was already perched on the edge of the bar top at Eclipse, legs spread casually, black button-up unbuttoned to mid-chest so the phoenix tattoo peeked out like an invitation. The rooftop bar was completely empty lights low, rain tapping softly against the glass, the city a hazy glow far below. “Three minutes. I almost started without you.”Damien Vale stepped into the amber light, charcoal suit jacket slung over one shoulder, black shirt open at the collar. Jet-black hair slightly tousled from the wind, steel-gray eyes locking onto Kai with that familiar dark hunger. “Elena kept me in a strategy call longer than expected. Merger talks are heating up.” He dropped the jacket on a stool and crossed the floor in three strides, stopping between Kai’s spread thighs. “But I’m here now.”Kai hooked his legs around Damien’s waist, pulling him closer until their hips pressed together. “Merger tal

The penthouse was still dark when Kai woke, the soft gray light of pre-dawn filtering through the rain-streaked windows. He was warm too warm wrapped in heavy arms and tangled sheets that smelled like sex, sweat, and Damien’s cologne. For a moment he forgot where he was. Then the ache in his ass, the bruises on his hips, and the solid weight of the man behind him brought everything rushing back.Night Thirteen.He had stayed again.Kai shifted carefully, but Damien’s arm tightened around his waist instantly, pulling him back against a broad, muscled chest. A low, sleepy growl vibrated against the back of his neck.“Going somewhere?” Damien’s voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual, sending a shiver down Kai’s spine.“Bathroom,” Kai lied, though his body was already responding to the press of Damien’s morning-hard cock against his ass. “And maybe coffee. Normal people do that after sleeping over.”Damien’s hand slid down Kai’s stomach, fingers brushing over the phoenix tattoo bef

“You ever gonna tell me why a guy like you spends every night chasing a bartender instead of some polished socialite who matches your bank account?” Kai Lennox asked, voice low and teasing as he straddled Damien’s lap on the wide leather couch in the penthouse living room. It was well after midnight on Night Twelve, the city lights twinkling far below the rain-streaked windows like distant stars. Kai was naked, thighs spread wide over Damien’s hips, his phoenix tattoo still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from their first round against the entryway wall.Damien’s steel-gray eyes flicked up, one big hand resting possessively on Kai’s narrow waist while the other traced lazy circles over the fiery wings of the tattoo. “You really want to talk about that right now?” His voice was gravel-rough, cock already hardening again beneath Kai’s ass. “Or do you want me to fuck you until you forget the question?”Kai smirked, rolling his hips slowly, letting Damien’s thickening length slide

“You’re turning me into a fucking addict,” Kai Lennox breathed against Damien’s mouth as they stumbled out of the private elevator and into the penthouse at 11:52 p.m. Eleven nights. The number felt heavier now, more real. Kai’s back hit the wall just inside the door, Damien’s broad body pinning him there instantly. Rain still fell outside, softer tonight, but the storm between them raged harder than ever.Damien’s steel-gray eyes burned as he crowded closer, one thigh shoving between Kai’s legs, pressing up against the hard line of his cock. “Good,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Because I’ve spent the entire day rearranging meetings just so I could be here at exactly this minute. Elena thinks I have a standing ‘personal commitment.’ She has no idea it’s you.”Kai laughed, the sound breaking into a moan when Damien’s mouth latched onto his throat, sucking a fresh mark right below the fading one from Night Nine. “Personal commitment. That’s a fancy way to say you’re addicted to ben

“You’re obsessed with it,” Kai Lennox said, voice husky with amusement and heat as he stood naked in the middle of Damien’s penthouse bedroom. The city lights filtered through the rain-streaked floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting neon patterns across his sun-kissed skin. It was well past 11:47 p.m.closer to 1 a.m. now after another scorching round against the windows where Damien had fucked him slow and deep while the city slept below. But neither of them was done. Not even close.Kai’s ice-blue eyes sparkled with challenge as he watched Damien prowl toward him like a predator who had found new prey. Damien was gloriously naked, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, jet-black hair tousled for once from Kai’s fingers, steel-gray eyes fixed on the large, fiery phoenix tattoo that spanned Kai’s chest and ribs like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.“I’m not obsessed,” Damien growled, voice gravel-rough and low. He stopped inches away, one big hand rising to trace t

“You’re not leaving tonight,” Kai Lennox said the words before he could stop them, voice low and rough as he locked the service door at exactly 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar was hushed, rain still falling in steady silver sheets against the glass, turning the city lights into soft, blurred halos far below. Kai stood behind the counter in his usual tight black button-up, sleeves rolled high, tattoos gleaming under the low amber glow. His ice-blue eyes met Damien’s steel-gray ones with a challenge that felt heavier than the six nights before. “No sneaking out at 2 a.m. like you always do. You stay. Sleep here. In my bed. Or yours. I don’t care which. But you’re not walking out that door before dawn.”Damien Vale paused mid-step, charcoal suit jacket already half-off, broad shoulders tensing under the black shirt. Jet-black hair still perfectly styled despite the long day and the rain. He set his phone on the bar—screen dark for once, no missed calls from Elena lighting it up—and studied Ka