Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 18

Atlas Wolfe

Let's be real here; I wanted her to ride me, not ride with her.

I scoffed internally. I didn't think Keith could get even more annoying, but I guess I was wrong.

If he thinks I'll t*****e myself by being in the same car with Suri Nightingale for the whole thirty minutes drive to the academy, then he must not know me at all. "You're driving me for training," I told, or more like demanded, of Wes.

He turns to me with a glass of champagne in his hand and does a 'hmmm' sound like he's thinking about it before turning back to face me and saying, "No deal."

I tsk at him, offended. "I wasn't asking."

Wes drank the alcohol in one go. "What's in it for me?"

"I won't make your life a living hell," I deadpanned, thinking of the amount of times I made Wes scream pissed during April Fool's.

Pranks were a tradition between my brothers and I. Something about someone eating toothpaste-filled oreos was so trivial yet so hilarious every damn time. Now we always know to smell it first before shoving it into our mouths. Wes narrowed his eyes at me. "No deal."

"Oh, come on. Unless you want blue hair out of nowhere, then you will say yes." I jokingly threatened him, but it would be funny to see that.

I once filled his shampoo and conditioner bottles with green hair dye and he wore a beanie for two weeks until he managed to wash it all off. It was hilarious calling him the grinch since it was during Christmas.

He shook his head at me unamused. "Your threats aren't helping you, loser. I'm not waking up before the sun even comes up and birds start to sing to drive you to training. Sorry, brother, but my bed wins. Maybe you can ask your coach to let you train with us instead for the week. It's a less ungodly hour, that's for sure."

I sighed frustrated. Coach Killian would scream my head off before he let that happen. I may be the quarterback and the most valuable player in our team, but he doesn't pick favorites. To him, everyone is equal. Most of the time.

f**k. I would have to figure out how else I'm going to get to practice, but for another day because tonight, I'm going to enjoy all the alcohol in this usually uneventful and boring party.

"Honestly, if I were you, I would have just accepted Keith's proposal. There are a lot of things you could do inside a car alone with the fresh meat. I mean, did you see her in that dress? f**k me, she may be annoying as hell, but I'd still tap-" "Don't even finish that sentence," I glared at him.

He looked at me with a raised brow and we kind of just stared at each other for a few seconds before a grin breaks in Wes' face and he says, "Just saying," with a shoulder shrug.

I rolled my eyes at him with a scoff.

When Wes quickly moves on to eye fucking one of the heiresses present tonight, I have concluded that it's my cue to move away from him and focus on the prize, which is the waitress walking around with glasses filled with whiskey on her tray. "Jackpot," I mumbled to myself as I got two glasses whilst she was distracted with another guest.

I'm grinning as I put the tip of the glass to my lips and savor its sweet smell. Nothing like a f*****g expensive alcohol to make this night bearable.

I see my father already conversing with all the rich men. I know how much he hates those ass holes because they cheat on their wives any chance they get and backstab anyone that tries to climb above them, yet he still has to act friendly because that's what being high up in this society is all about.

Faking it until you make it. And then once you make it, you have to fake some more. Fun-fucking-tastic.

A few inches away from my father is Devon, and right next to him is Suri. They're seated on one of the European couches Keith bought at a charity auction for a whopping eight thousand dollars and I bet she's never even owned that much money in her life. My thoughts are disrupted when Devon leans closer to her, his lips to her ear and he says something that must have been pretty f*****g funny because she opens her mouth wide into a smile and laughs.

Even when I'm standing all the way here, I can see clearly how her eyes glisten and goddamn it, do they look so beautiful. How the hell can someone have such beautiful eyes?

"Oh, f**k's sake." I muttered to myself before mustering all my strength to look away from the two.

I drink my two glasses of whiskey, letting its robust and rich flavor burn my throat and ignite a quick fire in my insides before it disappears.

And damn it, it disappears way too fast. The only reason we drink is to taste it, but we never really feel its effects. Pros and cons of our kind, I'd say.

This party is getting old far too quickly, but then again, that doesn't come as a surprise to me because it's the same people and the same topics every f*****g year and I honestly don't know how they don't get tired of it. I guess all rich people will do everything they can to stick with the same kind, even if it's boring as hell.

Supposedly, that's what we were also like, my brothers and I. We're supposed to stick with our kind, but because we grew away from that world, we kind of got used to just having each other's backs and nobody else's.

But we knew what it was like out there; out where our kind lives. We knew the Packs, the territories, the mates, and whatnot. We just never belonged to them and we were fine with that. We like the way we grew up. Although sometimes we can't help but wonder what it would be like from time to time, too.

Then we remember what happened to our mother and all of those thoughts vanish in the blink of an eye.

I was seconds from successfully stealing another drink from the waitress standing next to me when Keith saw me and shot me a deadly glare and I pulled away so fast and blended in with the crowd so he wouldn't see. Shit! There goes my alcohol and entertainment for the night.

Bored and frankly, cannot give two f***s about this whole night, I decided to find refuge in my room until the toasts start and right after comes the fireworks.

I could probably put in a horror movie or two, let the world around me disappear, and enjoy some time alone with myself and far away from all these fake f***s before going back down for the big show. By then I wouldn't have to stay for too long and do what I hate the most-engage in tedious conversations-because they'll leave right after. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.

Just as I was going up the stairs though, I noticed that Suri was no longer seated next to Devon as another girl was with him. Right after I realized it was Destiny, his ex whatever. Their relationship was the definition of complicated so I don't actually know what to call

it.

But by the look on Devon's face as if he's being held at gunpoint to talk to her, I have a feeling their honeymoon phase was long over.

Poor little brother. Way too nice for his own good that he can't tell someone that he's no longer interested.

Seeing as that was not my problem, I continued making my way to my room with excitement that I was finally going to be at peace all by myself.

"Home sweet home," I whispered to myself before closing the door behind me.

After kicking off my shoes and taking off my jacket, I walked to my bed and plopped myself on it, the silk sheets quickly wrapping itself around me.

I fumbled around my bedside drawer since I hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, before turning on the flat screen in my room.

"Horror, horror, horror..." I said mindlessly as I swiped to find one that looked interesting enough.

"Oh..." I stopped when I saw 'Jennifer's Body' and said to myself, "f**k it. I haven't watched this one in a while and Megan Fox plus blood is never not a good idea."

Or more specifically, Megan Fox looking hot as hell covered in blood.

As the movie progresses, I suddenly couldn't stop staring at her, at Megan who played Jennifer. I used to look at her when I watched this before, too, yes, but not like this.

Not like I'm trying to figure out why she looks so familiar and her face is reeling me in effortlessly.

Then it hit me.

Dark hair. Light eyes. Soft and plump, di c k sucking lips.

She reminds me of the girl who's not supposed to be here. The girl that's been taunting me since she arrived.

She reminds me of Suri.

Granted, Suri's hair was a lighter sandy shade, but still. The face shape and alluring aura was there.

And then, at exactly that moment, Megan's scene on the water where she's completely n a k e d, showing off every part of her refined body comes up, and though I know it's not Suri, I am still completely and undeniably turned on. Holy fuck.

Annoyed, but hard, I couldn't control myself.

I pulled off my pants in seconds and my cock sprung up eagerly. I immediately jerk off to thoughts of Suri. Her gorgeous body in just her underwear, her mesmerizing eyes staring right back at me, and her voice when she talked about my cock. I want to feel her. I want to taste her. I want to be inside her.

It doesn't take me long enough to get to my edge thinking about all of that and god damn I hate that she's got that effect on me.

I shove the negative thoughts away, focusing on the positive which is how good this f*****g feels. I bet it would feel even better if she was the one doing it to me, though.

“f**k, f**k, f**k..." I moan and I moan, reaching the height of my orgasm, and just as I was literally right there, my door swung open and a tiny bit of light from the hallway shone through allowing me to see a silhouette of a person standing by my door. Who the fuck?!