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“I’ve known you for many years.” He closes his notepad and sets it aside, bending forward. “I’ve always admired your inner strength. You’re wildly independent and tenacious and—I hope you don’t mind me saying—you are incredibly beautiful. You deserve someone who knows how to take care of a woman, how to touch you softly and fiercely at the same time, how to both claim you and set you free, and how to stand in the brilliant emerald glow of your soul without snuffing out your light.”
This is a wildly fucking in appropriate thing to say
“What were you thinking?” I throw my hands up, voice shaking. “You can’t just attack people like that!” “I can, and I will. No one touches you.” He prowls toward me, flexing his hands.
The man views every argument as an opportunity to fuck my brains out. He also has endless stamina and won’t stop until I’m unstrung, soaked in come, and too exhausted to argue.
“No.” I shove out of his hold and circle the couch. “I’m not rewarding you for being an absolute savage.” “Punish me then.” Prowling after me, he unzips his jeans and frees his tree-trunk cock. “Sink those sharp little teeth into me.”
“You can’t fix this with orgasms.” I duck my head, dodging his snapping jaws.
“My beautiful, savage caveman.” I cup his granite jaw and bring our foreheads together. “I’m yours. You and Leo and me, we’re bonded. Mated for life. Denver couldn’t divide us. Hoss couldn’t break us. No one can take this from us.”
He’s pure sexual power, insatiable and tireless, maddening in his ability to go for hours, and exhausting to compete with. A competition I’ve never won.
The man is a beast. A beast who kisses like he’s staring down death. Who understands the value of each breath. Who earns every precious inhale and exhale. Who conquers demons and arctic blizzards with his woman at his side as we fight and fuck and reach for the future with forever in the palms of our entwined hands.
There’s nothing sexier than a man who fucks with his whole heart.
When he catches his breath, he spreads me out on the floor and licks the mess from my body. From ass to cunt and along my thighs, he glides his tongue, cleaning every last drop from my sensitive flesh.
“It’s my job to protect you.” “Protecting doesn’t include stalking.” “I disagree.”
She’s so beautiful it hurts. So fulfilling I’ll never be thirsty again.
I’ve seen her in leggings, snow pants, threadbare jeans, designer trousers, skimpy little panties, and gloriously nude, but never in a dress. She looks ethereal. A goddess come to life. Fucking radiant.
I want to pull her close and tell her how much I love her. I love her inner strength, her intelligence, her compassion. I want to shout it across the Sitka Sound and tattoo it on my skin. She would make fun of me for that, but I love...
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“You look fucking lush.” “Thank you.” She rises on tiptoes and whispers in my ear, “I shaved my legs.” “Why?” I lean back, examining her bare skin beneath the dress. “What’s the purpose?” She sighs.
Unknown Number: My love for you is an obsession. Your rejection of me is a compulsion. Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
Unknown Number: Who am I? I think you know. We share the same heart of frost and scars.
Not all wounds bleed. Not all scars show. Some live beneath bones, cold and alone. In the chambers of frost, pain is my art.
We have forever, and even that won’t be enough time with her.
“You were made for this cock.” I push deeper, swelling harder, hissing past my teeth. “Your pussy’s so warm. So wet. Yeah, pulse around me. Just like that. Fuuuuck.”
“I’m going to fuck my come into you.” My mind fractures as lightning races through my body, shooting shockwaves to every limb. “Fuck, Frankie. Fuck!”
“Thank you for coming back for me, for being here.” “I’ll always come for you.” I lift her fingers to my mouth, kissing them and grinning. “My filthy, sloppy wet, come-filled girl.”
“If I find out you had anything to do with those messages, I’ll rip your fucking spine out and clean my teeth with your bones.”
We’re a tangle of broken souls, stitched together by shared pain and longing. Longing for one another. Longing for a future full of affection.
His drumming fingers halt, his scowl leveled on Leo. “Fix your hair. You look like a smacked ass.” “Blow it out your dickhole, you uptight cunt,” Leo snarls. “Did you eat a bowl of dumbass for breakfast?” Monty unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt like he’ll fight him through the bars.
“Fuck you.” “Fucking you is a start.” Low and velvety, his voice rubs against my overheated skin. “Bruising, claiming, ramming, burning, breaking, insides spilling, guts melting, spread open, ass up, crying out in the dark while you come on me, and I come in you. That’s where we’re headed.”
“Christ, I want you. Your mind. Your body.” He lowers a hand from the overhead to stroke my cheek before sliding down to caress my throat. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Let me play with you.”
Whenever I’m with her, the sun never fully sets, and the air shimmers with the soft sighs of the universe. I didn’t settle down with Frankie Novak. I settled up. Being her husband is as intoxicating as it is humbling. She’s given me a luscious, technicolor life, and all I want is to bend her over the dashboard and fuck her ass until she passes out.
“My relationship with Leo and Kody causes you pain.” She swallows, looking away. “I don’t want to stand in the way of the bond you’re building with them.” “You’re not in the way.” My voice rises. “You’re the center of it. The one holding us together.”
Before I met you, I didn’t believe in soul mates. But I always hoped that if they were real, mine would be someone like you. Your imperfect love fits perfectly with mine, and now that we’re no longer trapped in hell and free to pursue wistful things like love, you’re the ones for me.
“What are you going to do? Force me?” “I don’t have to force you, love. I only need to touch you, and wetness seeps from your body and down your legs, covering both of us with your scent.” I advance on her. “Shall I demonstrate?”
“I went twenty-five years without sex. You’re worth the wait, woman.”
She’s the center of my world, and I’m determined to protect her, even if it means falling asleep with a raging hard-on.
“Leo.” She shifts, rubbing her gorgeous ass against my cock. “You’re making this hard.” “No, you are making it hard, love.” I swat her rear. “Stop wriggling.” “I’m sorry.”
“Saying goodbye to you never gets easier.” “It isn’t easy because we have something worth holding onto. I’ll carry it with me until we’re together again.”
“You know…” Sirena turns those vulpine blue eyes on me, bending in and strangling my airway with her perfume. “Something about these missions really gets the blood pumping.” What are the rules about slapping a woman? Not a punch. Just a stinging, warning slap across the face?
Like it or not, I’m in a complicated love square, and until I figure it out, no one is getting laid. It’s torture.
“Such a strong, magnificent woman. I want to see you heal and be happy again.” “You know what we haven’t talked about?” I pull back, eyes hard. “Your unprofessional touching. It makes me uncomfortable.”
FINALLY
Nothing is more breathtaking than a man who knows the salty taste of his own tears. A man who owns his mistakes as if they’re tattooed on his bones with holy ink. A year ago, I didn’t believe he was my soul mate. But the man standing before me with a broken heart and imperfect love in his eyes? He fits disturbingly, achingly, perfectly in my soul. And I’m in his. He never let me go.
“Christ.” He sighs quietly. “You’re a pain in my ass.” “Thank you.” I pat his jaw and stride away.
“In a crowd, my eyes always find you. No one else exists.”
“I’ve grown to care about those guys on a level that fucks all my monstrous plans to hell. As it turns out, I actually want them to be happy.” He huffs a self-deprecating laugh. “I bought boats for them last week.” “You what?” “And motorcycles.” “Oh, God.”
“It’s a surprise. They’re driving your shit cruiser back and forth to Sitka, and I’m worried it’ll break down and leave them stranded. It’s maddening. I’m supposed to hate them.”
“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?”
“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.
“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.”
“You’re radiant. If I stare at you much longer, I won’t be able to walk.” He discreetly adjusts himself.
Besides, my desire extends beyond sex. My all-consuming need for her is this. Our connection. The intimacy that exists between us. I only need her to look at me, see me, and feel the temptation as I feel it with her.
If they didn’t have a Viking kink, they have one now. He’s going to cause a damn riot. Leonid Strakh stands under the fluorescent lights looking for all the world like Ragnar Lothbrok has arrived to conquer Britain.
Damn. Monty and Leo, standing side by side. Double damn. What a devastating pair of gorgeous, potent lady-killers.
