Chapter 35

Katherine POV

The rain battered the windows of the house, a relentless drumbeat that echoed the wild pulse in my veins. Down in the basement, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the musky heat of our bodies. Samuel stood close, his broad shoulders filling the dim space, his eyes glinting like a predator's in the flicker of the single bulb overhead. Tonight, it was just Samuel and me, and the tension between us had finally snapped.

His lips crashed against mine, urgent and bruising, as if he could devour the space between us. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, my claws itching beneath my skin. His hands roamed my back, gripping the thin fabric of my shirt, and I felt the heat of his palms sear through to my spine. I arched into him, my breasts pressing against his chest, and a low growl rumbled from his throat—a sound that sent a shiver straight to my core.

"Katherine," he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough, like gravel underfoot. His hands slid lower, cupping my ass, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. I gasped as he pressed himself against me, the hard bulge in his jeans unmistakable, grinding against the ache between my thighs. The basement walls seemed to close in, too small for the hunger building inside me.

"Not here," I whispered, my breath hitching. "My room."

He didn't hesitate. Still holding me, he climbed the creaking stairs, his strength effortless, his mouth never leaving mine. The house was dark, the storm outside drowning out the world, and I clung to him as we moved through the halls. My bedroom door swung open, and he kicked it shut behind us, the sound swallowed by the rain.

Samuel set me down on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. My room smelled of lavender and old wood, a contrast to the raw scent of him—earth and pine and something feral. He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. I watched him, my heart pounding, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down, slow and deliberate. The cool air hit my exposed skin, and I bit my lip, already wet, already wanting.

"Look at you," he said, his voice low, reverent. His thumbs parted my thighs wider, and I felt the heat of his breath against my pussy, teasing, tormenting. I gripped the sheets, my claws threatening to tear through, as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against my clit in a single, devastating stroke.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, my hips bucking toward him. He growled, the vibration sending sparks through me, and then his mouth was on me, relentless. His tongue circled my clit, slow at first, then faster, lapping at me like he was starving. My fingers found his hair again, pulling hard, guiding him as he sucked gently, then harder, his lips sealing around that sensitive bundle of nerves. I was unraveling, my body trembling, the pleasure building like a storm of its own.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as I squirmed, my thighs shaking against his shoulders. He slid one hand lower, his fingers teasing at my entrance, slick with my arousal. One finger slipped inside me, then two, curling upward, stroking that spot that made my vision blur. I moaned, loud and unashamed, the sound mingling with the rain outside. Samuel's tongue never stopped, his fingers pumping in rhythm, and I felt the edge approaching, sharp and inevitable.

But as he worked me, my mind wandered, traitorously, to his brothers. Edward, with his quiet intensity, his hands so precise they could undo me with a touch. Lucius, all reckless charm, his mouth promising chaos. I imagined them here, Edward's fingers replacing Samuel's, Lucius's tongue joining in, their bodies crowding mine. The fantasy sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I clenched around Samuel's fingers, my breath ragged.

"Samuel," I whimpered, not sure if I was calling for him or them. He looked up, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with lust. "Don't stop," I begged, and he didn't. His mouth returned, hungrier now, his fingers thrusting deeper, and I came undone, my orgasm crashing over me like the storm outside. I cried out, my body arching, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as he licked me through it, drawing out every shudder.

When I could breathe again, he rose, his chest heaving, his jeans strained against his erection. I reached for him, my hands fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him. The leather gave way, and I shoved his jeans down, his cock springing free—thick, hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched under my touch. He groaned, his head tipping back, and I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste him.

"Katherine," he rasped, his hand cupping my face as I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. I sucked gently, then deeper, my tongue swirling along the underside, savoring the salt of him. His hips rocked forward, careful but needy, and I hummed, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

But I wanted more. I pulled back, my lips slick, and tugged him onto the bed. He kicked off his jeans, his shirt following, and I stripped away my own clothes, leaving us bare, skin to skin. His body was a map of muscle and scars, a warrior's frame, and I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath. He pushed me back onto the mattress, his weight settling over me, and I spread my legs, inviting him closer.

His cock brushed against my entrance, teasing, and I lifted my hips, impatient. "Please," I whispered, and he didn't make me wait. He pushed inside me, slow at first, stretching me, filling me until I gasped. He was big, bigger than I'd expected, and the slight burn only sharpened my need. He paused, letting me adjust, his eyes locked on mine, searching.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"Yes," I breathed. "Move."

He did. His hips rolled, pulling back, then thrusting deep, each stroke deliberate, claiming. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his back, urging him faster. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound lost in the rain, and I clung to him, my nails raking his shoulders. His cock hit that perfect spot inside me, again and again, and I moaned, my body tightening around him.

My mind slipped again, unbidden, to Edward and Lucius. I pictured Edward behind me, his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples as Samuel fucked me. Lucius at my side, his cock in my hand, his lips on my neck. The images were vivid, forbidden, and they pushed me higher, my pussy clenching around Samuel as the fantasy bled into reality. I was theirs, all of theirs, and the thought made me dizzy with want.

"Harder," I gasped, and Samuel obliged, his thrusts growing rougher, his control fraying. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles, and I was lost. The pleasure built again, sharper this time, and I felt him thicken inside me, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts.

"Katherine," he growled, his voice a warning, and I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted it, wanted him to spill inside me, to mark me as his. My orgasm hit first, a white-hot wave that tore a scream from my throat, my pussy milking him as I shook beneath him. He followed, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me with heat.

We collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, his weight grounding me as the storm raged on outside. He kissed my forehead, my lips, soft now, tender. But even as I curled against him, my mind lingered on Edward and Lucius, their shadows lingering in the corners of my desire. This was my first time with Samuel, but I knew, deep in my wolf's heart, it wouldn't be the last time I craved more.