Chapter 3 Chapter 3

They never chose a brunette. Or a ginger. Most of them were blondes. And there were some occasional dark haired ones.

Why did they do that? I had no idea. Then again, they were nothing else but a dream…a beautiful frustrating as hell dream where I get to see the three men I am obsessed with fuck the woman of their choice that night.

If I could, I would curse their dicks so that they could not have sex with anyone but me.

I have no clue to who they are except to the times I get to see them sharing a woman. Every single time. None of them even tried to score one for themselves to have for the night.

Haziel—Three—is the dark and tempting type. Not generally brooding, but certainly foreboding. A sinister twinkle sometimes flickers in his eyes. Dark hair, dark eyes, beautifully tan skin, and a body that would set my panties on fire if I was before him.

Yeah, he is the one who can drive you to fine edge of pain and that’s when those moans become disbelieving as though they can’t possibly fathom anything quite so good.

Three is definitely my favourite.

Two is a close second though, because he takes his time. His blond hair is a stark contrast to Three’s inky black hair. The two side by side have no visible similarities besides the fact that they are carved from stones.

One is probably the most attractive, blindingly gorgeous but it is wasted because he is so selfish with his body. Only touching but never letting anyone else touch. He has very light hair and not perfectly blonde and it looks the softest. And one day I want to get my hands tangled in them.

Now, I know what you think about me. That I am terrible for watching these men in their dirtiest, darkest, most intimate of times when they are utterly clueless of my presence. Yeah I felt that way for the first little while.

Turns out, I am a shameless hussy.

I watch, I drool. I covet them and yet I can do nothing.

Anyway, they finally finish off tonight’s mushy girl with several more mind blowing orgasms and she is practically worshipping them now. Telling them that she is in love. Finally in love.

I hate her.

I hate all of them. And yes, I realise it is petty jealousy but what do you expect me to feel when I am a virgin locked inside a dungeon every night with no chance of escape, least of all being locked in dreams of three hot men having sex with different woman every single time.

They send her away with her giddy smiles and clothes in place minus the panties and sit down to have pizza.

“It’s my turn to choose next. We haven’t had a readhead in a while,” One tells them.

I frown looking at my very dark red hair.

“Blondes are lot more fun,” Three states with a dark grin.

Yeah, like they know how it is to fuck women with all kinds of hair colour. I am game for anything with them. I might even change my hair colour for their sake.

“Brunettes are the most tolerable,” said Two as he drained a beer can.

Tolerable is not the way to describe with women of any hair colour, dude. I speak with an exasperated sigh but they can’t hear me. Do you have to be so rude? They never can hear me.

“Brunettes are the ones who fake it the least and the blondes are the ones who moan and scream the most even when they feel nothing,” Three said with a smirk.

“Yeah but the blondes I pick out are wildcats. They need very little effort in convincing them to try a little bit of anything,” One goes on.

“Redheads are wildcats too. And they are fucking vicious in the best way,” Two says as he grabs another slice of pizza,” Not to mention they make you work for it?”

I just find it annoying how you all classify women based on their hair colour, I primly state, pretending as though my opinion carries weight, when they can’t even see or hear me.

“The trials are going to be soon and we need to be ready for it this time. We have never been allowed to come this far and if the Surface Guardians have made sure that we are going in then their must be something different happening,” said One as he yawned.

As I walk from room to room in the dream telling them all good night, since none of them could hear me but they were all asleep. It is rare, that I get to see them sleep but it happens sometimes. All of them are Alphas, if I have missed that before. I have no idea how I know that but I know.

They all sleep so fitfully so I choose one of them to console even though I can do nothing.

There was a creak at the bottom of the stairs as I turn to find it might be Three since he has trouble sleeping the most. But it’s not him.

I catch a glint of silver as a man passes right through me, the dark house hiding his face before I can even process what is going on. I turn to see him moving silently up the stairs sans the occasional creak on the stairs. They all sleep heavier than that, even if they don’t sleep soundly.

The silver gleams in the moonlight again and my heart clenches in my throat when I realise it is a sword. I have no idea if a sword is going to kill them, but I sure as hell won’t watch them die.

“Stop!” I shout.

He keeps walking not hearing or seeing me.

“Wake up! Wake up now!” I scream to the guys as I turn around. The man passes through me again. Panic seizes me when I make an attempt to block him again, and almost scream when he barely cracks open the door to One’s room. One doesn’t even stir as he enters the room and the light spills through the doorway.

“Wake up! Wake up! Intruder alert!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

Nothing.

Just as the man snakes into the room with the silence of a seasoned killer, he raises the sword and I react without thinking, screaming I launch myself at the man putting every single bit of my fear and rage into that one desperate action.

His eyes widen for a second before I remember that One is sitting up and I am falling down. He is staring at me with horror as the killer’s throat is sliced and blood is gushing from his throat.

Then there is suddenly a sword swiping through me and I look down to find One hacking me to bits.

“What the hell?” he asks on a breath.

It is then I realise that he is looking at me.

“You can see me?” I ask him in shock.

The next moment I am back in the dungeon with my head thudding against the bed and I find someone choking me in my own bed.