Page 47 of Heart of Frost and Scars

I drop to my knees, my cries echoing across the empty sea.

“Frankie.” My voice breaks, my body shaking, my sobs lost to the downpour.

The loneliness crushes me. I can’t breathe.

I miss her with every fiber of my being, the longing a physical pain that rips through me.

The night closes in, the darkness hovering like a reaper. I collapse, my strength gone, my spirit shattered, and reach for the only thing that can numb the pain.

I drink until I pass out.

11

Leonid

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I wake in a heap of warm limbs and tangled sheets. Every muscle aches. My cock is sore. My head swirls with fuzz, and it takes a minute to remember where the fuck I am.

Beside me, Frankie is curled up on Kody’s chest. She’s so much smaller than him, like a child sleeping on a giant, hugging his bicep with both arms as he holds her in place.

And the legs entwined with mine? Yeah, those are his.

Better his legs than the fully erect limb between them.

I have no interest in going near that thing. Not purposefully. Not accidentally. Not even when it’s inside the hole I want to be in.

Last night, what we did together…I didn’t want it, fearing it would trigger my demons and resurface memories with Denver I don’t want to ever relive.

But it didn’t.

It was fucking incredible.

Do I have sexual thoughts about Kody? Fuck no. I’m not my father.

But the pressure of Kody’s fingers inside her while I fucked her? That was different. It was unreal. We were connected—the three of us—in a new way, and I loved every fucking second of it.

Doesn’t mean I want to rub dicks with him, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat of last night.

As if I said all that aloud, he cracks open an eye and aims it at me.

I roll out of bed. “Nice morning wood, Uncle Kody.”

“Don’t ever call me that.”

“Someone needs to make it uncomfortable since Wolf isn’t here.”

I feel like Wolf this morning—sarcastic, offensive, playful, and ready to fuck things up.

The temperature in the room finally dropped through the night. The desk still barricades the door, and my fiery little redhead is so full of come it’ll be leaking out of her for days.

I reach toward the heavens in a full-body, naked stretch, feeling like a goddamn stud. With a satisfied groan, I step outside through the open French doors and soak in the first light of dawn.

Floating toward the railing, I grip my cock.

“Leo,” Frankie says sleepily, “don’t you dare pee off that balcony.”

Busted.

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