Page 38 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“I think…” He pumps his hand, stretching me. “It would feel incestuous.”

“That’s not us.”

“What’s not us?”

“Labels. Limits. Rules made by a society that’s quick to judge. They don’t know us or what we’ve been through.”

“Don’t stop.” Kody drops his head back, readjusts his grip on my hips, and pounds into me with the desperation of a man on the brink.

“Don’t stop what?” I hold on, riding his brutal thrusts.

“Whatever he’s doing. His fingers…stroking you…Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck!”

He roars, his hips bucking with his release, the heat of it spurting inside me and triggering my own.

I scream and flail, choking and struggling to hang on as he empties himself, milking every drop from us both.

My Lycan prince. My sulky hunter. My grizzly lover.

His undoing is glorious.

Insatiable lust saturates his eyes as he stares at me. His lips, swollen and wet, separate to accommodate his rapid breath.

He hooks his thumb over my bottom teeth, calloused fingers cradling my chin, capturing me in a hold that feels more like possession than restraint.

Claimed. Loved. Theirs.

Still seated inside me, he doesn’t pull out as he drops his hand and shifts his attention to Leo over my shoulder.

I can’t decipher their wordless conversation, but something’s happening. I feel it in the air—the crackle, the challenge.

“Pull out.” Leo’s hot breath coats my neck, his fingers easing out of my ass to clutch my hips, to tug me back.

“She wants us both.” Kody gives me a teasing thrust.

Yep. Still hard.

I’m in so much trouble. “You guys…”

As the words leave my mouth, Kody shoves past Leo, lifting me off his cock and over his shoulder as he stalks out of the bathroom.

Leo shuts off the water and prowls after us with a battle in his eyes.

In the bedroom, they both slam to a stop, dripping all over the floor like savages.

The heavy desk now sits in front of the door, barricading it. Leo’s paranoia.

The French doors remain open, airing out the stuffy room. It’s too high to climb, but anyone can see in and, by anyone, I mean Monty.

If we close the doors, we’ll suffocate in this infernal heat.

“The lights.” Hanging awkwardly upside down, I gesture at the switch.

Leo’s already on it.

As darkness drenches the room, the last thing I see is his beautiful, angry hard-on.

In the pitch-black, Kody unerringly finds the bed and sets a knee on the mattress. Before he can lower me from his shoulder, Leo pounces.

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