Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 16

Atlas

Wolfe

Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.

The second I turned the corner to where I knew she could no longer see me, I practically sprinted to the bathroom.

I needed to throw some water on my face, preferably an entire bucket to wake me the fuck up, but I can't do that now so I have to settle for just my face.

My heart is beating a mile a minute and my chest is heaving up and down. I can't f*****g believe that just happened.

But then when I stop to really think about it, my first thought is - what the actual hell did just happen?

My hands are warm on the cold marble sink, and my eyes are staring straight into mine with so much intensity as I think back on my encounter with Suri Nightingale barely a minute ago.

The way she looked in that dress. Such an innocent-looking dress in a sinful woman's body. The way her hair flowed into waves behind her, and god damn it, those eyes, they were so hypnotizing.

But the words she said made me want to hurt her right there and I don't hurt women or children. I may have some anger issues- okay, fine, not 'may', I do have, but I don't mess with people I know I shouldn't.

Then again, it's not like I want to hurt-hurt her.

This... this is different.

It's not so much as hurting her as it is breaking her.

I want to tie her to my bed, make sure both her hands and feet are incapable of moving, while I do so many things to her I'm sure she's never experienced before.

She'll beg for me to stop, but I know damn well she would be lying because I know deep down that she's just like me. When she's alone, when all she's got is herself and the silence that enamors her, I'm certain those thoughts in her head are as dark as night. The lie? I wanted to drag her out of this house. The truth? I wanted to fuck her brains out.

Another memory flashed in my head and it's that of her in just her underwear. I wanted to slowly trace her collarbone, my finger taking its time before it reached her breasts, n*****s hardening at my one touch, and the lower I get, the more she'll moan for me and when I get in between her legs, I know damn well she would already be so wet that I can get right inside of her without a struggle.

A guttural groan escaped my lips, unable to contain myself as I felt something straining my pants, and I know exactly what it is - my f*****g hard on that was just getting harder.

"f**k! Stop thinking about her like that!" I growled as I hit my hand on the sink, almost breaking it.

I throw water on my face, hoping that this will help me cool off even for just a little bit because I f*****g need it.

But I know damn well that some cold water-or anything at this point-isn't enough to really tame the fires that have been set inside of me because of that goddamn woman.

Suri is testing me. She's just a f*****g outsider, but she's trying to get under my skin and I hate to admit it, but it almost f*****g worked for a split second.

I sucked in a lungful of air as I gritted my teeth and moved my hips around as my pants started to suddenly feel tighter than it was earlier. f*****g hell, am I seriously getting hard right now?

The way she talked about my cock and how I'd think of her as I jerked myself off was so infuriating yet, honestly, not too far off. I had to stop myself from doing exactly that in the shower earlier, but I was so goddamn close to it.

I hate what she's doing to me. I hate that she's able to do this to me.

Nobody has ever had this effect on me because that's the thing - I never give two f***s about anyone. Some may think I'm just like Wes, that fuck boy, but I'm not. I don't care about women. I don't like to waste my time on them. The high you get from having s e x, I don't see what's so f*****g amazing about it. I do fine just by myself.

So why? Why is this girl, this... this inconvenience, making me feel like this? Making me... crave for someone I shouldn't even be thinking of at all?

"You think I'm going to let you push me around, let you scare me away? Well, think again. You have no idea who you're messing with now. I'm staying here whether you like it or not."

Her words repeat in my head, including the conviction on her face and her tone.

I've met a lot of people and not one of them has ever stood up to me like that.

I'm not going to lie... it was equal parts frustrating and hot.

Oh for f**k's sake.

"God damn it, Atlas. Get your f*****g s**t together." I warned myself as I cracked the bones of my neck left and right before throwing water on my face one last time.

I need to calm down and be back to normal before I face anyone downstairs or the second I step into that room, they'll notice something is off.

Specifically Wes. That fucker already realized I was thinking of something a little too seriously and I hope he didn't catch that it was because of the fresh meat.

"Atlas?" I heard a knock on the door and my name got called.

My heart jumped out of my chest for a split second.

It's Devon. The idiot who let himself get tricked by Suri a day after she arrived. I can smell his musky cologne from here.

I took one last deep breath before opening the door and my brother's wide grin greets me. Always the most cheerful one amongst us.

"What?" I answered in an obviously less cheery tone.

"Everyone's already downstairs waiting for you. Dad asked me to come pick you up then I heard someone destroying the sink, and here you are." His eyes traveled from the marble sink that I may or may not have left a dent then back up to me as he grins at me like he knows something. "Wipe that stupid grin off your face," I said as I shook my head at him and stepped out of the bathroom.

Devon looked at me with an innocent smile this time and his arms raised up like he's surrendering. "Grin? What grin? You don't like my smile anymore, big bro?"

I glared at him. "Shut up, traitor."

The two of us entered the elevator and Devon turned to me with a raised brow. "All because I had a cool time with Suri at the mall? I highly doubt that classifies me as a traitor."

He was using a calm and unbothered tone on me, but I know that he's trying to defend her. He just doesn't want to seem like he's doing so.

"If you say so, bud. You can't see it now, but that outsider is working her mind games with you and you won't realize it until she's got you fully wrapped around her finger. Be careful, Devie. You don't know what she's capable of." I warned my little brother before the elevator stopped and we stepped out.

It looked like my words had an effect on him, and he was thoroughly taking it in as he stopped walking.

A minute later, he turns back to me with a curious smile as he tilts his head. "Are you projecting your fears on me, Atlie?"

Atlie. f**k that nickname. These fuckers use that on me to piss me off because they know how much it irks me.

But what pissed me off more were Devon's words and how he might actually be half true. Emphasis on half.

I slightly shoved him and he took a few steps back. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I think I'll be just fine, big bro." Devon says confidently as we stand by the dining room door and just before he opens it, he looks back at me with a sly smile.

"A little advice, Atlie."

I gritted my teeth.

"I think it's you that should be very careful."

Then he pushes open the door and the first thing my eyes land on is...

Her.

Her face that pisses me off. Her hair that's just so annoying to look at. Her eyes that make me feel anger inside.

And I think Devon might just be right I have to be very... very careful.

Because it was Suri who said so herself.

I have no idea who I'm messing with now.