Page 304 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Look at you, taking everything we give you.” I lick her neck, savoring the ravenous sounds of her breath. “You’re so good for us. So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

“Every inch of you.” Leo gives a small thrust, telling us to move. “Do you feel how hard we are? How much we want you?”

“Yeah. Yep.” She gasps through a laugh. “Definitely feeling it.”

We descend on her, rutting and huffing like a pack of wolves in mating season.

We fuck into her together, the three of us, filling her with our love, surrounding her with our devotion, until there’s nothing left but the sound of our hearts slamming in unison and our breaths setting fire to the night.

She arches into us, her hand tangling in Leo’s hair as she pulls him down for a kiss. Her other hand laces with Monty’s, holding him close as he drives into her ass, setting the rhythm for us.

I watch them, my chest tight and my dick in heaven, getting the ride of my life.

We lose ourselves in one another, our gazes catching and clinging, our hands roaming, and our expressions twisted in ecstasy.

When we come, we fall together in a careening head-on collision. Shuddering, roaring, jerking, releasing, we explode in a mess of sticky, warm fluid, and it’s fucking beautiful.

The sounds we make, the smiles we share, the blissful looks we exchange—this is us. Filthy, happy, and free.

When it’s over, we lie together on the bed, our bodies entwined and sated. Frankie rests between us, her head on Monty’s chest, her hand in my hair with my head on her stomach, and her legs hooked around Leo’s.

“Ready to go again?” Leo bites her shoulder.

“Gonna need a minute,” she slurs, halfway to sleep.

The warmth of her love, their love, surrounds me, filling me with an inner peace I’ve never known.

Her left hand drapes over Monty’s hip, the ring glittering in the beam of moonlight. The three of us designed it together, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

My thumb strokes the band on my finger. I’ll never stop touching it.

We’re married. Not in the legal sense. But in the only ways that matter.

In our hearts, where love is law.

In the hills, where we defeated the shivers and shadows.

In the bond we share, unbreakable and eternal.

In the promises we made, now and forever.

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Monty

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We stand at the entrance to Disney World, the iconic Cinderella Castle rising in the distance, its turrets gleaming in the warm sunlight.

The place is a vibrant explosion of colors and sounds—families with excited children, lively music from hidden speakers, and the unmistakable scent of sweet treats in the air.

It’s a place where magic happens, where joy is a living, breathing thing.

But nothing in this magical world compares to the look on Wolf’s face right now.

His blue eyes stare in awe, his dark, rebellious demeanor gone, replaced by gobsmacked wonderment.

Black hair falls in messy waves around his face. He wears a black hoodie with Mickey Mouse ears embroidered on the front, paired with ripped jeans and red Converse. A faint smudge of black eyeliner darkens his eyes, a nod to his emo vibe.

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