Page 180 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Answer the question.” He angles over the table, scorching me with those inescapable eyes.

“No double penetration.”

“Because they’re related?”

“That and…” I clear my throat. “The childhood abuse.”

Leaning back, he rubs his hands over his face.

“Have you…?” I snatch my glass of wine and finish it off. “Have you ever shared a woman with another man?”

“No.” He stares at me, eyes thinning to slits. “What do you want that you’re not getting?”

“I already told you.”

“What do you want in bed?” He rises, circles the table, and bends into my space. “Two dicks in one hole?” Twisting my chair to face him, he lowers his mouth to my cheek. “Three dicks in two holes?” He grazes those sinful lips across my other cheek. “All three holes stuffed at the same time?”

Tingling flames sweep up my neck and across my face.

Admitting my desires out loud feels like a betrayal to Leo and Kody.

I bite my tongue and avert my gaze.

“Say it.” His tone hardens as he sets that cruel mouth against mine, barely touching, straight-up tormenting.

I shake my head.

“Fucking say it, Frankie.” He cuffs my throat with a huge hand, the pressure gentle, sexual, and demanding.

“Monty…” My pulse accelerates, raising my body temperature. “Please.”

“Use your words.” He drags his teeth along my jawline, his breath hot and jagged and so damn hungry.

“Let me go.” My legs part of their own volition as heat gathers between them.

This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong. We need to stop.

“Tell me your desires.” With his grip on my throat, he brushes the knuckles of his free hand against my pebbled nipple, making me whimper. “Tell me what you crave, and I’ll stop.”

I want him to keep going. I want his tongue in my mouth and his gorgeous, hard cock between my legs.

But I’m with Leo and Kody.

So I give him the truth. “I crave us. You and them and me. I don’t care about holes or positions or crossing swords. I just want the connection, the four of us bonded together in the most intimate way possible.”

“Inside you.”

“Yes.”

“At the same time.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” He abruptly releases me and returns to his seat, his features blank. “It would never work.”

“Bullshit.” A flustered exhale flutters past my lips. “You’ve had foursomes, fivesomes, and too-many-to-count-somes. Don’t tell me it doesn’t work.”

“I know the sex works. I’m talking about the jealousy, the egos. You don’t want a night of experimentation. You want a relationship with three possessive men. It would tear us all apart.” He takes a breath. “I don’t share. I’m selfish, and I won’t apologize for it. I want you all to myself. That’s my fantasy.”

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