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What have we gained by leaving Hoss? We traded starvation and cold for what? A monster worse than Denver?
He’s still the master of the game. A man who refuses to be beaten, even by his own mistakes.
“You kept my life on pause here, but I wasn’t paused. I was living a nightmare.”
I’m a monster on the cusp of insanity. A stalker in the night. Her silent ache, haunting her from the darkness.
My life before Frankie had no flavor, no meaning, no purpose. It was sex without feeling. A book with blank pages.
“Everything about you is my business. They’re touching you, fucking you, and marking what’s mine.”
“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.”
The man is a beast. A beast who kisses like he’s staring down death. Who understands the value of each breath.
We’re no longer surviving. We’re living.
“The thing is you’re not just here when life is beautiful. You show up when it’s completely falling apart and make it beautiful again.”
“Love is a powerful motivator, but sometimes our jealousy can overshadow our love.”
Monty Novak, my husband, my guardian. Despite the betrayal, despite the separation, he’s still the man I once loved deeply.
Six foot-five inches of psychological warfare in a designer suit.
“You’re so goddamn pretty. Let me play with you.”
I didn’t settle down with Frankie Novak. I settled up.
Being her husband is as intoxicating as it is humbling.
“You’re not in the way.” My voice rises. “You’re the center of it. The one holding us together.”
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.
Every kiss with her is the greatest of all time, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s ours.
I think I’m homesick. I don’t miss the island or Sitka or any specific place. I miss her.
Like it or not, I’m in a complicated love square, and until I figure it out, no one is getting laid.
He lost me, and that changed him. It ripped him open, deepened him, and made him emotionally stronger.
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.
“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.”
“You’ve always been in.” I stare at my plate. “In my thoughts, in my heart. I can’t get you out.”
“I want the impossible.” “Nothing is impossible.” “I want the four of us to be together.”
“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.”
“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.”
The more time I spend with him, the more he jeopardizes the effort I’ve put into scraping him out of my heart and erasing him from my mind.
They’re a raging storm, wild and uncontrollable, their love for me a fierce, consuming fire.
“Breathtaking doesn’t begin to cover it,” Monty rasps. “I think she might be magic.”
“I’ll never choose. I can’t. I want all of you. I love all of you. I’m the problem.” She pounds her chest. “I’m the monster. The toxic red flag.”
“You said I wasn’t a possession, a thing to own. You shared me with Leo because you knew we would be happier together than divided. Why is this different?”
“I’m the problem. I’m the one who needs to leave.”
“The marriage between Frankie and Monty Novak ended a year ago. There is no you and me. There is only you, me, and them.”
“You are Strakhs, and in my dream of the future, I share that last name with all of you.”
“I love you, and I want the best for you. Your anger is too great, and your trauma is too deep. It worries me. That goes for all of you.”
I must train my heart to be the door, not the mat. Change the locks on it. Don’t let them in unless they show up together, united.
She would call me a caveman. But I’m more beast than man. I’m a predator. An animal.
I miss her with a ferocity that borders on madness, my yearning a physical ache.
“The Viking, the billionaire, and the caveman. Prepare yourself, honey. You’re not ready.”
“Now put that filthy mouth on me.”
Frankie is my kink. Everything about her makes me wildly, feverishly aroused.
Together, a trinity of strength, passion, and love, they own me.
I am theirs, and they are mine. For the first time in a long time, we’re whole.
“I saw you first, you know. Before any of the Strakh men knew you existed, you were mine.”
He has her, and as long as he holds that gun, I must wear my human skin and maintain my domesticated mask, the face I show in the civilized world.
Monty’s love for Leo, Kody, and Wolf is unflinching. It’s a love that controls and smothers. A love born from fear.
“Three dicks. I can’t even fathom the man mess you have to clean up.”
In the hills, where we defeated the shivers and shadows. In the bond we share, unbreakable and eternal. In the promises we made, now and forever.
