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

by Angel Lawson

The library doors are open, and Story is lying there on the leather chaise by the window. She’s on her back, hair brushed haphazardly out of her face. Her shorts are wedged between her thighs and one of her legs is hanging off the edge of the cushion. From the doorway, I have a perfect view of the milky white skin between her legs, a hint of black lace panties peeking out. She doesn’t just look like she’s sleeping. She looks like she’s dead to the goddamn world. My cock fills up instantly. “Jesus Christ.” I look over my shoulder, pinning Tristian with a glare. “We’d have to fucking blind someone if they saw our Lady like this,” I hiss. He peers over my shoulder, wincing. Throwing a hand out, he insists, “She was covered up when I left. She must have kicked the blanket off.”