Chapter 41
Cat
“Oh god,” I whispered. “Oh, god.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by sensations, so close to another climax that I was going mad, completely utterly insane after being edged…how many times? Six? Seven?
“Pain, you’re up,” Tor said in a rough voice.
“What?” I squeaked. “No, I can’t—”
Miz grabbed my hair, squeezing tight enough to send sparks down my spine into my pussy, making me clench around Death’s deep magic. “Be a good girl,” he said, “and I’ll reward you.”
A shudder gripped my entire body. I grasped frantically for Death’s shoulder behind me as Pain sheathed his cock in one fluid motion.
“Too full,” I gasped, digging the fingers of my other hand into Tor’s bicep. The feeling was overwhelming. I struggled to process the fullness, the stretch, the stimulation to too many spots at once.
“You’re doing so good,” Death praised, his lips brushing mine. “So good for your husbands, taking two cocks.”
“You know what’s better than two cocks?” Madde asked with a crooked grin.
“I cannot fit anything else inside me,” I cried out, a squeak escaping when Pain began to thrust, slow at first and then faster.
“Beg to differ.” Madde’s eyes glittered, his smile full of mischief.
“Love, I know you’re utterly insane but if you think—”
He stuffed my mouth full of his cock and the fucker giggled. “Hole in three. It’s like golf, but with—”
Miz clapped his hand over Madde’s mouth. “Stop talking. Cat, what should we do with him now he’s at my mercy?”
I sucked Madde’s cock hard, then drew back to speak. “You should—” My breath hitched when Death’s shadow began a slow pace in my ass, Pain growing urgent, erratic. His hands found my hips, dimpling my skin. “Pull his hair,” I finished, a deep shudder moving through me. “He likes that.”
“With fucking pleasure,” Miz replied, and grabbed a fistful of Madde’s short hair, making his eyes water with the grip.
There was no mistaking Madde’s rough groan as anything remotely pained.
I sucked him back inside my mouth with a whimper as both cocks moved faster, hitting deeper and gliding back out in a way that reduced me to shivers.
Tor’s mouth never left my nipples, his sucks and nips keeping me right on the edge.
Determined to make Madde feel the same, I took him down my throat, and his hands flew up, burying in my hair, his moan so loud I felt it all throughout my body.
Every nerve turned electric. I rolled my hips in shallow motions, stuffed too full for rigorous movement, my body trembling where it was caught between theirs.
When Tor bit my nipple, my mouth dropped open and Madde took frantic control of me, fucking my mouth with a desperation I could feel through the bond.
I’d felt shallow whispers of the bonds for days, but now, as Miz smirked and leaned down to suck my other nipple into his mouth, every bond I’d lost blazed back into glorious colour and riotous noise.
Misery’s soul washed over me like a cleansing rain, not a stormy fall but a warm summer shower.
Tor’s bond wrapped around me like the biggest, most protective hug, and all my shields, all my walls dropped; I didn’t need them now I had Tor.
Pain’s soul hit mine like the bright light of the moon after weeks of darkness, illuminating all the parts of myself that scared me, showing there was nothing to fear.
Whatever cold had raised goosebumps and fear on my soul dropped away when Madde’s bond slammed into me, scorching and bright, a burning sun that would never dim. And then there was Death, the ancient forest of his soul trembling instead of still, his arousal and need making the leaves shake.
I drove my ass down, taking Death’s magic deeper, urgent now I knew it gave him pleasure.
His body quivered against me, the catch in his breath giving me a shot of energy; I met their every thrust, moans pouring from me uncontrolled as Miz and Tor tormented my boobs in tandem.
I gulped down air when Madde withdrew, staring at the line of saliva that stretched from my mouth to the tip of his cock.
It was that tiny bit of distance, that scrap of space, that allowed me to see Tor’s tattooed hand wrapped around the flushed length of Miz’s dick. The sight of him stroking, squeezing, fisting the tip sent me crashing over the edge so fast and so hard that I forgot to breathe.
Everything clenched inside me, and Pain rushed out, “Holy fuck, Cat. Holy shit.”
I dug my fingers into flesh and didn’t quite know whose. Light burst over my closed eyelids, and pleasure raced higher when Madde’s fingers bit into my chin and the salt of his cum hit my tongue. His moans merged with my own, a sinful choir joined by Pain’s breathy cursing and Miz’s sudden groan.
“Little one,” Death gasped, an arm of shadow locking around my waist, holding me close as his breathing hitched, his hips jerked against my ass, and pleasure spilled through our bond.
“Shit,” Miz hissed. “Enough, Tor.”
“That’s not up to you,” Tor replied, incredibly smug. “Cat, beautiful, has Miz had enough?”
I shuddered, licking Madde’s cum from my lips. I looked from Miz, panting and red-faced, to Tor, wicked and beautiful. “No, ruin him.”