Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

Tristian tastes like beer and pure, dark thrill, the promise of illicit touches and scorching flames.

He tastes like whiskey and the sharp edge of a blade, the promise of lazy mornings and pitch black nights.

Killian tastes like vodka and moonlight, nights so quiet that anything more than a breath could shatter it.