Heart of Frost and Scars (Frozen Fate #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
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“Monty’s in rare form tonight.” He brushes his warm lips along my neck, his hand slipping higher, fingers teasing the crease between my thighs.

“He’s trying to impress you guys.”

Monty’s love for Leo, Kody, and Wolf is unflinching. It’s a love that controls and smothers. A love born from fear.

Fear of losing us.

“He doesn’t need to try so hard.” Leo makes a hungry, rumbling sound as he nuzzles the spot beneath my ear. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Wolf’s laughter rings out from across the room, drawing my attention to where he sits at the bar, surrounded by women who are all but draped over him.

A black, distressed leather jacket hugs his broad shoulders, the fabric abused and brought back to life like the man himself. Silver chains and metal accents adorn the leather, and the high collar is turned up, framing his face in shadows.

Underneath, a black lace shirt molds to his lean, muscled frame. Black jeans, ripped at the knees and thighs, reveal glimpses of skin and tuck into a pair of heavy combat boots.

As he leans against the bar with smoky makeup smudging his eyes, he looks like a fallen angel who’s taken a wrong turn and ended up in a world of leather and shadows. Mysterious. Untouchable. Irresistibly beautiful.

And the women eat that up.

Like his father, he’s the picture of confidence, his black hair falling in shaggy waves around his face, his ice-blue eyes glittering with mischief as he flirts shamelessly. He’s come so far in such a short time, adapting to society with a speed that amazes me.

But beneath that cocky smirk is a deeply damaged man, haunted by demons he refuses to talk about. He goes to Dr. Thurber twice a week. We all do. Wolf says he opens up during his sessions. He just doesn’t open up to us.

We don’t need to know all the details of his captivity with Rhett, but some insight would help us through his panic attacks. He has PTSD, and the episodes are frequent. I have them, too, but not like his. He completely shuts down like he did when Denver stabbed Kody’s hand the night I dumped bones on the kitchen table.

That memory torments me every time Wolf has a breakdown.

The good news is he’s playing his saxophone again. Hearing his soulful melody drifting across the island comforts me on a visceral level.

I caress Leo’s hard denim-clad thigh, noting the tension there.

He’s still uneasy in large crowds. They all are. Doesn’t stop us from taking full advantage of our freedom. Now that we’re safe, we go out several times a week. Dinner and dancing. Motorcycle rides through the mountains. Yachting at sunset. Concerts and sightseeing in Anchorage.

Once Wolf is better adjusted and Kody and Leo’s business ventures are more established, we’ll start traveling outside Alaska. Monty and I are dying to show them the world.

No amount of light can banish our past, but we’re creating the brightest version of our future.

Leo’s eyes trace the curve of my face, lingering on my lips as if memorizing every detail. Desire smolders from him, slowing down time and narrowing the room to just us.

“You’re thinking too much.” His tongue flicks my earlobe as he inches his hand closer to the heat between my thighs. “Christ, I love your body. These sexy fucking legs. And your ass. Fuck, you have a tight, perfect ass.”

I shiver, and my nipples harden against the thin material of my dress.

“But the rest of you is so damn soft.” His fingers reach the juncture between my legs, and he goes still. “Where are your panties?”

“Check Kody’s pocket.” I bite my lip.

“He fucked you before I got here? How? I was only five minutes behind you guys.”

“He was hungry.”

“He’s always hungry. At least his apartment is getting some use.”

It only gets used for sex. No one has slept here since our eighteen-day separation.

No matter how late Kody works, he always comes home to us.

“Now I’m picturing him fucking you.” He groans and buries his face in my neck. “My goddamn cock is leaking in my pants.”

With his body angled toward mine, he glides a finger along my wet slit, unconcerned about onlookers. No one can see his hand under the table, but it doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s doing.

He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gulp, eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

Across the room, Kody’s dark eyes flash as he slides a drink toward Monty, who catches it with a grin, taking a long sip before giving Kody a nod of approval.

The crowd cheers, and I let out a moan. Leo mercilessly finger-fucks me.

“I’m about to put you on my lap.” He licks my gaping lips. “Make you ride my dick in front of all these people.”

“Recognize that bald man at the end of the bar?” I pant.


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