Cabin of Axes - Bea Paige Page 0,58

but with every second that passes without oxygen my orgasm intensifies. Inside my chest my heart slams an angry beat desperate for oxygen. I trust Berrin implicitly and rather than struggle for breath, I relax into his hold and allow my mind to float away so that my body can feel every last sensation.

My core muscles tighten around their cocks as they fuck me, stoking the orgasm and the tingling sensation that dusts every inch of my skin. I feel alive even when I’m on the very edge of death. Every bit of pleasure is heightened beyond anything I’ve felt before and just when the darkness really starts to take hold, Berrin’s teeth bite into my shoulder and he releases his hand from my throat. The rush of dopamine, serotonin and endorphins mix with the intense orgasm that rips out of me. I gasp for air, my lungs filling with precious oxygen as I feel a rush like no other. Light pricks behind my eyes and I jerk in Berrin’s hold. My men pump harder, faster, deeper, drawing out my orgasm until a scream rips from my throat and a heaviness settles in my muscles.

“Darling…”

“Baby…”

They both simultaneously call out, coming with powerful jerks, their cum mixing with my juices and Franklin’s earlier lust. Berrin lets me go and I fall forward onto Mathieson’s chest, breathing hard. Behind me Berrin falls forward too, holding himself up with shaking arms so not to squash us both with his weight. After a moment, he pulls out slowly and lowers a kiss against the base of my spine whilst Mathieson shifts beneath me and turns me to the side, sliding out of me. I struggle to open my eyes as Mathieson leans forward and presses his hot mouth against my lips.

Snuggling against his chest, I breathe in his scent of salt-crusted bread mixed up with the mud and blood that still clings to his skin and feel a deep sense of peace. Not to be left out, Berrin settles down behind me and presses his front against my back, burying his nose in my hair.

“Where’s Franklin?” I mutter, rolling onto my back, needing his presence too.

“I’m here, Sweetheart. I’m here,” he says, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between my legs. He places a warm washcloth between my legs and wipes me clean before kissing my thigh and resting his head there. I reach for him, running my fingers through his wet hair.

“I missed you. I missed you all so much,” I murmur.

“We missed you too and now that you’re back we’re never, ever letting you go,” Franklin responds.

“Damn straight,” Berrin mutters into my neck, fatigue making his words slur.

“Never again,” Mathieson adds.

I smile basking in their conviction and their love. Wrapped up in the arms of my men, I’m satiated, warm, happy, and as my heart settles back into its natural rhythm, and my body relaxes into their hold, I close my eyes and dream about how a girl called Goldie met and fell in love with her three beautiful bears.

Epilogue

Six months later.

“Goldie, sweetheart, spread those legs for me. Let me see your glistening pussy,” Franklin grinds out, slapping his hand gently against my thigh before urging my legs apart.

“No more, please,” I beg. I’m spent. Utterly and completely spent. I’ve just had my sixth orgasm in a row and my body is physically incapable of moving, let alone succumbing to another orgasm.

“We stop when I say it’s time to stop,” Franklin says authoritatively.

I’m too weak to protest further as he leans over and licks my pussy, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue and my tender flesh with his coarse beard. The slightest touch has my body quivering in exhaustion.

“Baby, we’ve got so much more to give. You know there’s no end to this until you weep for us, for me…” Mathieson drawls in a voice that’s glittering with promises as dark and beautiful as he is.

“I-I can’t,” I mumble, even as my body betrays me, as my opening spasms beneath Franklin’s skilled mouth and my nipples peak.

A warm hand, large and calloused, strokes my stomach, stirring up my lust like a chef would a delicious meal. “You said that the last time, darling, and still you came. We just need to love you. Let us,” Berrin insists, his voice a song that filters through my post orgasmic haze.

When his fingers find my nipples and twist gently, my body arches off the bed, and my bound wrists and ankles