Page 302 of Heart of Frost and Scars

But not my obsession with her. That is unwavering.

She stands at the center of the room, her back to us, and for a moment, we just stare at her, taking in the woman at the heart of our fierce family.

Monty makes the first move, floating forward to wrap his arms around her from behind, his lips finding the curve of her neck. She melts into him, her eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Leo traces his fingers up her arm, brushing her hair over her shoulder. His lips meet hers, slow and teasing, and she responds with urgency, her hand cupping his jaw, pulling him closer.

She can’t get enough.

I step forward, my heart speeding up as I close the distance between us. She turns her gaze to me, and our eyes lock.

Christ, she takes my breath away.

She reaches out to me, her hand finding mine, and she pulls me closer until I’m standing before her, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to hear the soft hitch in her breath.

I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. My hands frame her face as I pour my need for her into my kiss. Tongues rubbing, teeth clicking, lips bruising, we catch fire.

Monty finds the hem of her dress and slowly lifts it, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. Leo and I step back just long enough to help, and together, we undress her, our hands reverent as we reveal more and more of her to our hungry eyes.

She stands before us, bare and beautiful, the lamplight playing off her curves, making her glow.

I’m so fucking hard. My damn cock is trying to break through the zipper. But the moment I pull it out, tender time is over.

Monty guides her to the bed, positioning her sideways on the soft sheets, and we follow, finding our spots around her.

I stand near her head and bend down, bringing my lips to hers while Leo leans in to kiss her neck.

“Frankie.” Monty caresses her round, little breasts. “We’re going to try something different tonight.”

She nods, her eyes gleaming with trust. “I’m all yours.”

We talked about this. I don’t know how it will work, but Monty has it all mapped out. Of course, he does.

He meets my eyes and starts removing his suit.

We undress in a flurry, the sound of zippers and falling clothes ramping up my pulse.

When the last garment is shed, I stand over her, my cock bobbing above her face.

“Open that sweet mouth and suck me,” I growl.

With her head hanging partially off the bed, she wraps her eager lips around me. I release a sound so loud and strangled that Leo laughs.

Fuck. The intensity of her mouth buckles my knees. I fall over her, catching myself with my hands braced on either side of her hips. The suction, the friction, and the depth she takes me is mind-blowing.

I thrust my hips, fucking into the warm, wet perfection of her mouth. Bent over her, the angle levels my face with her pretty, pink cunt. I bury my face in it, devouring her taste, her intoxicating scent, licking her until we both fall apart.

Monty and Leo take their turns next, fucking her mouth the same way.

Frankie loves to suck cock. She would do it all night if we let her. But this is just the appetizer.

As Leo chases his release in her mouth, my hand joins Monty’s between her legs, our touches synchronized. Her cunt is so warm and soft around our fingers, her breath hitching as we explore her together, as we worship her with our hands and lips.

When Leo finishes, he leans down and kisses her forehead, his hand resting on her cheek. “We’re not stopping until you can’t breathe. You know that, right?”

“Bring it on, my Norse god.” Her swollen lips curve in a wicked smile.

“Who’s on the bottom?” Leo asks us.

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