Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: The Dreams Are Getting More Frequent

The anger that followed the arousal was almost as intense as the pleasure. Lilith sat on the edge of the bed, her body still trembling, her mind reeling. She should hate them. She should despise them for what they’d made her endure during that thirty-day contract. But instead, her subconscious was replaying encounters with them that went beyond anything that had actually happened.

Or had they?

The line between memory and dream was blurring. When she tried to recall what had actually happened at the Blackwood estate, the details seemed fuzzy. Vague. Like her brain was replacing them with something else. Something more intense. Something that made her body respond like this.

She got out of bed and peeled off her soaked sleep clothes. The fabric stuck to her skin, uncomfortable and cold. She threw the clothes in a pile and grabbed fresh ones from her small dresser.

She couldn’t talk to anyone about this. Couldn’t explain to Dora or Emma that the brothers she’d supposedly suffered under were now haunting her sleep in ways that left her confused and aroused and absolutely furious. Couldn’t describe the dreams without sounding insane.

And she couldn’t stop them.

Every time she closed her eyes, there they were. Waiting. Hunting. Like they could reach across the distance between Shadowmere and the Blackwood estate and find her in sleep. Like they had some kind of claim on her subconscious that transcended the contract.

The thought terrified her.

And aroused her.

God, what was wrong with her?

Lilith moved to the bathroom on shaky legs.

She turned the shower on as cold as it would go. The initial spray made her gasp. She stepped under it slowly, letting the shock of the cold water hit her heated skin. It was painful and grounding at the same time. The cold pulled her back into her body and away from the ghost sensations of phantom hands.

She closed her eyes under the spray.

A flash of gold eyes. Lucian’s wolf showing through. The intensity of his gaze as he moved inside her, as he claimed her.

Lilith’s eyes snapped open immediately.

The cold water pelted against her face. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, to focus on the sensation of the water rather than what she’d seen. But she could still feel him....could still feel the weight of his body, the intensity of his movements, the way his hands had gripped her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored to sanity.

She tilted her head back and let the water run over her face, over her breasts, down her stomach. The cold was painful against her hypersensitive skin, but it was also the only thing keeping her grounded in reality.

When she reached down to wash between her legs, even that simple touch made her gasp. Her body was still so aroused, still so responsive. The sensitivity was almost unbearable.

She finished the shower quickly, not allowing herself another moment with her eyes closed.

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