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

by Angel Lawson

leaving me with a vivid awareness. My mouth parts on a soft gasp. “Dimitri…” Killian goes rigid, even as his cock begins to soften inside of me. His chest heaves as he suspends there, nothing but the sounds of his harsh breaths filling my ear. There’s a long moment where nothing happens, and then he shifts, slipping free and falling away, landing on his back at my side. The anger radiates from him just as plainly as the cum dripping down my thigh, and for the first time in days, I let myself smile. It hardens just as fast. “I’ve thought about doing this…” Flashes of Killian in my room flicker through my mind. The sensation of being watched. Him sitting in the chair. Jerking off. Standing inches away. Things that I’ve always assumed were dreams, a lot like this one, but far more vague. Killian holding himself, stroking himself, tracing my mouth with his fingertip. The sensation of a tongue against them. Waking up with sticky lips and tasting salt and flesh on the back of my tongue. It’s going to take more than another man’s name on my lips to even this score.