Princes of Ash (Royals of Forsyth University, #8)

by Angel Lawson

Lex would sink into her softness. Wicker would seek out the toughness. But I want it all.

“Verity Sinclaire is the best woman in Forsyth. Wanna know why?” He flinches as I lean in, my stare hard. “Because she’s mine.”

Effie’s voice softens. “Gentle, gentle.” I stroke distracted fingers along her back. “Yeah, that’s our girl.”

Verity Sinclaire might not like belonging to me. But she’s about to find out that belonging to Lex is so much worse.

Wicker Ashby is so many terrible things. He’s a liar. A womanizer. A bully. A spoiled brat with knives for words. For all I know, he’s an actual murderer. This is Forsyth, after all. But all that knowledge never prepared me for another horrible facet of him. He’s also a cuddler.

“This must be why men have testicles. They need somewhere to store all the fucking audacity.”

Maybe I don’t need to break them apart, but instead, figure out a way to tie us all together.