Adrian’s house sat at the edge of the woods behind campus—dark wood, tall windows, the kind of place that felt more like a den than a home. He carried me inside without putting me down. Lucian followed, shutting and locking the door behind us.
The second we were alone, the air changed.
Adrian set me on the edge of a wide leather couch and stepped back just far enough to look at me. My jeans were still shoved down around my thighs, slick and c*m cooling on my skin. Lucian’s scent clung to me. So did the fresh wave of heat already building again.
“Clothes off,” Adrian said quietly. “All of them.”
My hands shook, but I obeyed. Shoes. Jeans. Underwear. The campus hoodie and the thin tank underneath. I sat naked in front of them while two pairs of dark, hungry eyes dragged over every inch o
