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

by Angel Lawson

“It really pisses me off that I couldn’t give my seed to you like they did. I would have been so good at it, baby.” The words tumble out of gritted teeth, any sanity obscured by the sight of her, panting, eyes glazed with stunned arousal. “I would have bred you day and night, so fucking eager to be the one who put my baby into you. That’s what I’m gonna do when you’re fertile for me again. Won’t let you be empty again, Verity...” “Lex,” she whines, expression collapsing. “Keep going.” The intensity of the night takes over—Lagan takes over—and I rock into her, increasing the pace. Her eyes hold mine and it’s so good this way, looking down at her face, the lights on, no sleep between us. Her hands cup my balls, kneading at the sensitive sack. “Fuck, baby,” I grind out, trying to keep my wits, wanting this to last as long as it can. “I love your eyes. I love that freckle behind your ear, and the stretch mark on your right hip.” I fuck in and out, delirious from it all. “I love your hands—soft enough to drive me wild, powerful enough to slay the monster in the palace.” I hunch over her, lips pressed against her forehead, watching her nipples as they start to weep. I swipe a thumb over it and stick it in my mouth, tasting the nourishment that will feed our son. “I love this baby and everything it’s doing to your body. I love you, Verity, so fucking much.”