LIAM’S P.O.V.
The thought annoyed me more than it should have. I wasn’t a teenager locked in his room with nothing but imagination and restless hands. I was a king. A warrior. A man who had ripped out hearts and crushed skulls without blinking. And yet here I was, towel slung low on my hips, thinking about how long it had been since I’d had anyone beneath me.
Pathetic.
I ran a hand through my wet hair and stepped into the bedroom. The fire had burned low, casting the room in muted gold. My clothes from earlier lay in a heap where I’d kicked them off. I moved to the wardrobe and pulled out fresh trousers and a dark shirt, dressing quickly. Then decided to rest my eyes for a bit, I really needed it but of course, I'd never admit that to Jake.
A knock at the door woke me up.
“Enter,” I s
