Chapter 7
Katherine POV
The steam curled around me like a lover's breath, thick and warm, as I stood in the bathroom.
The tiles beneath my feet were slick with condensation, and the mirror was fogged over, reflecting nothing but a hazy smear of light. I didn't know how I'd gotten here, but I didn't care. My skin tingled, every nerve alight with a strange, electric anticipation. The door creaked open, and there they were—Samuel, Edward, and Lucius—stepping into the humid haze, their eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my breath catch.
In reality, I'd brushed them off a dozen times. Samuel with his sharp jaw and teasing grin, Edward with his quiet intensity, Lucius with his dark, brooding stare—they'd circled me like wolves, and I'd played the part of the indifferent prey. But here, in this dream, my heart thudded with something I wouldn't name. Desire. It pulsed through me, undeniable, as I watched them shed their clothes, the fabric hitting the wet floor with soft, heavy thuds.
Samuel was the first to move. He stepped forward, his broad shoulders cutting through the steam, his cock already half-hard, swaying slightly as he approached. "Katherine," he murmured, his voice low and rough, and before I could respond, his hands were on me—firm, possessive, sliding up my waist to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I gasped, the sensation sharp and immediate. My body arched into him without my permission, my skin prickling as he pinched one nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it stiffened into a tight peak.
Edward came next, circling behind me. His hands were cooler, more deliberate, as they gripped my hips. I felt the press of his chest against my back, the hard length of his erection nudging against my ass. "You've been running from this," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my neck. His fingers slid down, parting my thighs, and I shuddered as he found my clit, circling it with slow, teasing strokes. My knees buckled, but Samuel held me up, his mouth descending to claim mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate.
Lucius watched for a moment, his eyes dark and unreadable, his cock fully erect now, thick and veined, jutting out from a nest of dark hair. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and I felt a jolt of something primal as he reached out, threading his fingers into my hair. "On your knees," he said, his voice a quiet command, and I obeyed, sinking down onto the wet tiles. The air was heavy with the scent of arousal—musk and salt and the faint tang of soap—and I couldn't think, couldn't resist.
Samuel's cock was in front of me now, flushed and leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its heat, the way it twitched under my touch. I stroked him once, twice, then leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the bitter-salt of him. My lips stretched around his girth, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, my hand working the base in rhythm.
Behind me, Edward knelt, his hands spreading my thighs wider. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance, slick with my own wetness, and then he pushed in—slowly at first, letting me feel every inch as he filled me. I moaned around Samuel's cock, the vibration drawing a curse from him, his fingers tightening in my hair. Edward's thrusts started shallow, then grew deeper, harder, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that echoed off the tiles.
Lucius didn't wait long. He dropped to his knees beside me, his hand guiding mine to his erection. It was heavier than Samuel's, thicker, and I gripped it tightly, stroking him as I sucked Samuel off. Lucius's breath hitched, his head tipping back as I worked him, my fingers sliding over the slickness of his precum. "Fuck, Katherine," he muttered, and the raw need in his voice sent a shiver through me.
The three of them moved in a chaotic, perfect sync. Edward's cock drove into me, hitting a spot deep inside that made my vision blur, while Samuel fucked my mouth, his thrusts growing erratic. Lucius groaned as I jerked him off, his hand covering mine to guide the pace, faster, rougher. My body was a live wire, every touch amplifying the heat coiling in my core. I was dripping now, my thighs slick, my clit throbbing under Edward's relentless fingers as he reached around to rub it in tight, frantic circles.
I came first, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my cry muffled by Samuel's cock. My walls clenched around Edward, and he swore, his rhythm faltering as he pounded into me harder, chasing his own release. Samuel followed, his hips stuttering as he spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, the taste flooding my senses. I swallowed reflexively, gasping for air as he pulled out, his chest heaving. Lucius was last, his cock pulsing in my hand as he came, ropes of white splattering across my chest, warm and sticky against my skin.
Edward gripped my hips tight, his thrusts turning brutal, and then he groaned, low and guttural, as he came inside me, his cock twitching with each pulse. I felt it—hot, flooding me—and my body trembled with aftershocks, overwhelmed, sated, alive in a way I'd never been. The bathroom spun, the steam thickening until it swallowed us whole, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the drip of water, the pounding of my heart...
Then I jolted awake.
My eyes snapped open, and I was in my bed, alone, the sheets tangled around my legs. My chest heaved, my skin damp with sweat, and between my thighs, I was soaked—achingly wet, my pulse still hammering from the dream. I sat up, shoving my hair back, my breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, no, no."
It wasn't real. It couldn't be. Samuel, Edward, Lucius—they were just… they were nothing to me. I'd spent days dodging their glances, their smirks, their casual touches that lingered too long. I didn't want them. I didn't. This was insane—some twisted trick of my subconscious, dragging up things I'd buried deep.
My hands trembled as I clutched the sheets, trying to erase the images still searing my mind: Samuel's cock in my mouth, Edward's thrusts, Lucius's cum on my skin. My stomach churned with a mix of disgust and something I refused to acknowledge—arousal, sharp and traitorous.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stumbling to the bathroom—my real bathroom, cold and empty, nothing like the dream. I splashed water on my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes wide and wild. "Get it together, Katherine," I muttered, gripping the sink. "It's not real. It doesn't mean anything."
But as I stood there, the memory of their hands, their voices, their bodies pressed against mine lingered like a ghost. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it away, denying it with every fiber of my being.
It was just a dream. A ridiculous, impossible dream. Nothing more.