Princes of Legacy (Royals of Forsyth University, #9)

by Angel Lawson

“You’re not scary, you’re just protective. It’s sweet,” I decide, but then amend, “annoying, but sweet.”

“First my grandfather, then my dad, and now my son. He won’t stop until he’s exterminated my whole fucking bloodline!”

let me speak this language you know so well. My son—my real son—sees this girl,” he nods toward where Verity is peeking over my shoulder, “as a sister. Harming her and her baby would be unforgivable in his eyes. That trumps your flimsy motive.”

“There,” he says smugly, dipping down to brush his lips against my cheek. “My woman. My baby. My name.”

“Turn her around. I should have never fucked this bitch face-to-face.”

“Now that one,” Lav says, tossing a shirt in the medium pile, “the way he looks at you?” “What about it?” “I’ve seen that before too.” She turns to watch Wicker approach Lex in the middle of the room. “He’s not ready yet, but when he finally is…” She trails off, but honestly, I’m dying to know. “What? What happens?” “It’s going to feel like falling off a cliff.”

“Because she’s our family, and you’re her family.” He dips his chin in a grim nod. “Family is the only thing we trust.”

“Never,” I tell her, realizing that I mean it. I am never letting this woman go.

Verity Sinclaire isn’t a coward. She’s tough. A fighter. West End, through and through. She’s taken every single thing we’ve thrown at her for months without a flinch.

This is my son. I brush my lips against hers. This is my Princess. I gasp for air, tasting the tang of blood and the edge of old, rusty death. This is my legacy.

These men don’t need a King. They don’t need a Princess. They need a mother.

“Kayes or not,” the King confirms, turning away, “you’re still my son’s little brother.”

Maybe that’s my own touch of madness, this inability to feel part of someone unless I’ve left a piece of me inside them.

“Leave it to the Doc over there to make something erotically named ‘nipple play’ as unsexy as possible.” “It isn’t about sex,” Lex groans, running his palms down his face. “It’s about stress relief.”

My body isn’t just made for this baby. It’s made for them.

“I know this is a weird family you’re being born into. But we’re really excited to meet you.”

They better get ready, because the rules in Forsyth are about to get real fuzzy.

Mothers,” she concludes, “show you something a father can’t always teach.” Skeptically, I wonder, “And what’s that?” Rosi smirks. “How to be a real man.”

“Back home, our trainer has this saying. Some men hit rock bottom and bounce back up. But others hit rock bottom and ask for a shovel.”

“I’d rather lose something I love than condemn it to a lifetime in a cage.”

“I understand now that you don’t cage the people you love.”

You slipped right out of me like a slug from a water can.”

“And porn doesn’t cut it for me anymore. Not when I’ve got the sexiest woman in the world in my bed.

chin, coming in short bursts, and his eyebrows

gasp, my hole fluttering around the

even just lovers. We’re more.

floor. Since the Dukes and Lavinia didn’t have

was pregnant, and now, nursing.” She looks vaguely impressed. Then,

ask. “Who does your makeup?”