Page 242 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Oh, fuck.” I’m not going to last.

Two seconds of this, and I’ll go off like a bomb and flood her mouth.

“Frankie.” I thrust against her tongue, growing thicker, hungrier, more frantic.

She pulls back, licking the tip. “Do you still have superhuman recovery time?”

“Don’t know.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Spent the past year with my hand. It’s been underwhelming.”

“I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“I have no doubt.”

She lowers her head and takes me to the back of her throat.

Scorching need surges through my veins, pulsing with maddening urgency.

Then she sucks me just like I remember, like her life depends on it. I groan wretchedly, my thighs shaking with the effort to last longer than a minute. I’m certain I’ll black out before I climax.

I grind against her face, and she gags, breathes through it, and draws me even deeper down her throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I gasp, swelling in her mouth. “Take my cock. Choke on it.”

She drags her fingernails beneath my balls, taint to sac, and laughs around me when I shudder violently.

Heat gathers at the base of my spine. I’m going to come.

“Wait, wait.” I clasp her head, pulling myself from the merciless suction of her lips. “Give me a minute.”

Beside me, the cushion dips beneath the press of Kody’s knee as he leans across me and aims his porn-star dick at her mouth.

With a hand wrapped around my erection, she reaches for his.

The moment of truth.

I mentally prepared myself, envisioning all the ways they will be inside her and coating her with their seed. But watching it play out will be the real test of my possessive jealousy.

Her gaze locks onto mine as she leans toward him and swallows him down.

He groans, low and guttural, letting his head fall back on his shoulders. With a boot planted on the floor and a knee on the couch, he grips my shoulder for support and kicks his hips.

Barely half of his length fits past her lips. It’s a miracle she can take that much. But holy fuck, she looks drop-dead gorgeous with her mouth full of cock and drool dribbling down her chin.

I don’t feel the usual testosterone-fueled jealousy clenching in my gut. Only happiness. Relief. Hunger.

She sucks our cocks in tandem, one after another. The short reprieves, when her mouth leaves me to go to him, are torture. Waiting for my turn—I thought that would be the hardest part. But the anticipation only heightens the pleasure when she draws me back into the tight heat of her throat.

Leo leaves the couch, his erection trapped behind the waistband of his briefs. As he lowers to his haunches behind her, he meets my eyes, daring me to stop him.

“Make her come.” I grin.

“Gladly.” He tugs her pants down and slides a hand between her legs, his nostrils flaring.

“How wet is she?” I groan at the feel of her tongue sliding over me.

He holds out his fingers, the digits soaked.

I grab his wrist and tug him closer. He bends over her back as I wrap my mouth around his finger and clean off her intoxicating flavor.

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