Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 45

Suri Nightingale

Everyone was staring at me, and I don't mean most people that I passed by. I mean everyone. The staff of the hotel, the parents and even grandparents. Even the freaking children who are not even supposed to care about a girl before they hit puberty. Granted, they might either be amused at how colorful and shiny I was, but still, the feeling of having eyes on me with every step I took is, in all capital and bold font letters, WEIRD.

The only reason I managed to not end up hurling in front of everyone was because I kept telling myself that they're all probably also looking at the three-four if you want to count Keith-hard to look away from men walking beside me, because they may be assholes to me, but they're still stupidly attractive assholes.

Including the fact that they were all practically topless if they just took off the unbuttoned shirts hanging on their wide shoulders. I mean, it's like they're purposely trying to t*****e the female population at this point.

Not that I'm saying I am part of that female population because I am not. I mean, I'm female, too, but I- uh, um, what was I saying again?

I sighed as I was coming out into the corner of the lobby from the restaurant.

"I told you not to go to the party."

Goosebumps traveled my entire body and all my inner thoughts vanished in a split second when a certain deep voice pulled my focus away and when I turned around, Atlas was staring me down (or staring intently at me?) with his annoyingly gorgeous gray eyes. f**k. Why did his eyes just have to be so beautiful? And his nose, his lips, even his freaking ears look pretty- and yup, totally getting distracted here.

I raised my brow at him in an attempt to assert dominance, but that was a complete facade because if he could hear my heart beating right now, it would be a dead give away that having him so close and nobody else around this area leading to the restroom was making my stomach do flips not even the best gymnast in the world could do.

He's been throwing glances at me since our 'family dinner' and if I didn't know any better, I would think each one of them were filled with equal parts emotional frustration and sexual.

"And I told you that you don't control me. Nobody does and I will go to whatever party I feel like going to." I snarled at him and holy f**k, the way his jaw clenched I had to press my thighs together in fear of dripping from my bikini.

That angry expression on his face and in his eyes quickly thawed and turned into full blown amusement as his lips curved into the most panty f*****g dropping grin.

Jesus take the wheel, or else I'll be swerving off to the cliff if not.

It was taking everything in me not to let my inner turmoil show and I was certainly surprised to my core when I managed not to lunge at his lips that were just screaming for me at that point.

Atlas doesn't break eye contact with me as he takes a step forward. My body by instinct takes a step back, but the look in his eyes tells me this just challenges him more and he takes another, and another, until I'm backed by the wall and I curse under my breath. "Got nowhere to run anymore, meat?" He taunted.

I narrowed my gaze on him. "I don't need to run. I'm not afraid of you."

Fire flickered in his eyes. "Silly little Nightingale."

Oh, f**k. The way his eyes move downwards from my face to every inch of my body has me frozen. He's not even trying to be subtle about it. He's tracing me with his grays like they're pen and I'm paper.

He's leaving his marks on me with his eyes.

I hate myself for not being able to stop the gasp that came out of me when his eyes snapped back to look me directly in the eye again because this gave him all the confirmation he needed that he still had an effect on me, even if it was minimal. I just wish I had the answer to whether or not I wanted to kiss or wipe the stupid smug smile that he was giving me.

The only thing that knocked me out of my trance was when he grabbed a lock of my hair and twirled it around his finger. I gave him a stern glare and he let go of it immediately then looked at me with an innocent smile as he lifted his hand up like he was surrendering.

I doubt Atlas was the surrendering type.

He tilted his head and just this mere action made his jaw look ten times even more paper-cutting. For f**k's sake, does this guy just look in every damn angle?

"It's not fear I want you feeling for me," he says in a deep and raspy voice that made me swallow the lump that had unconsciously formed in my throat.

"At least, not yet." He added just as he leaned to my ear, his cheek so close to mine it was almost touching.

"I want you to crave me, Nightingale. I want you to want me so f*****g bad that you can't close your eyes without thinking of my head in between your thighs and my tongue going deep inside you. And once I know I have you bound to me, your lust in my hands, I'll make you remember that you are nothing and nobody here. Then you'll wish that all you needed to feel around me was fear."

When Atlas finished, he moved his head to face my side and even in my peripheral view, I could see him writhing in rage. Certainly not the emotion I expected him to feel when talking about something so... intimate, but I guess to him it isn't about intimacy. It was about owning me.

"I will make you beg for me to touch you, to make you come, and no other man would be enough for you ever again." His hand twirls a loose strand of my hair again and this time, I can't move. I can't tell him to stop either. I just... stood there as his words processed in my head.

"You may have managed to trick both my brothers already, but I'm not letting you fool me, too." His words sounded hurt, but to me, none of it made sense because in my head, they were the ones playing games with me.

I have just been an invaluable piece in their f****d up chess board, a pawn while they ruled the board, but then I remember what my friends said and subsequently, I remembered that I was no longer the same girl that let others talked down on me. I was Suri f*****g Nightingale and Atlas stupid Wolfe can talk all the s**t that he wants, but by the end of the night, I can have him on the ground and kissing it because he doesn't even deserve to touch my feet at this point.

Once I mustered the strength and courage to defy Atlas and his overly big head-the one on his neck for f**k's sake-I straightened my back, lifted my chin up, and glared at him with all the fury I had just before poking at his chest so hard I wouldn't be surprised if it leaves a bruise.

"I will never in a million years want an a*****e like you so get your head out of your a*s, or don't, because that's not my f*****g problem. I will never crave you. I will never come for you. You're just a stupid rich dick who didn't get enough love from his mother and now you're trying to seek validation by controlling other women. Well, f**k you. I'm not letting you control me so leave me the f**k alone!"

Holy s**t. Holy shit. I can't believe I just said all of that and I wasn't expecting to say anything about his mom, but before I knew it, it had come out of my mouth and I could have sworn there was a flicker of hurt in his eyes and for a second, a fleeting second, I regretted what I had said.

That all vanished when he said his next words to me, though.

"f**k you, meat. Go back to the trash that you came from. I was just taking pity on you because no guy will ever be caught dead with you."

This. f*****g. A*****e!

Just then, the squeal of girls both pulled our focus and I saw Ryder being circled by more of his fangirls.

And then, the craziest-and probably stupidest-thought popped up in my head.

Before even thinking about it more, I pushed Atlas off me and started walking to where they were standing by the front of the restaurant we had just eaten at.

Ryder sees me coming up to him and I can't lie, watching him talk to other girls and all of a sudden have all his attention on me like everyone else has disappeared around him gives me that sense of satisfaction I never knew I needed.

It also gives me more assurance that what I'm about to do might not be as stupid as I thought and it will be a big f*****g slap on Atlas' face just as I wanted.

Ryder manages to pluck himself out of his fangirl circle, but when he manages to get a closer look at me and sees the probably obvious emotional war going on in my eyes, he tilts his head and mouths an, 'Are you okay?'

By the second we finally reach up to each other, I don't answer his question. Instead I get straight to the point.

"Hi, I'm going to kiss you and if you don't want me to, please say it now and we'll both forget this ever happened."

I can't believe that just came out of my own mouth.

Ryder blinked at me once and for a split second I thought I had made a big f*****g mistake, but before he could blink a second time, he gives me the hottest f*****g grin, pulls me to him by my waist and says, "Only an i di o t would say no to you and I would like to believe you don't see me as one."

I don't say another word, not that I need to because my plan has been set in motion.

And once again, without thinking, I take a hold of the tip of Ryder's shirt and pull him into a kiss.

Ryder kisses me back, soft and faint for a second, just enough for our lips to touch as if he's worried that I will change my mind and turn around.

When I open my mouth, that's when the world around us starts to shift and I feel his hand at the back of my neck, cradling my nape like he never wanted to f*****g let go, and then pushes me deeper into his mouth and oh fuuuuuck, we're really doing this. His groans sound like he's making a f*****g song-that's how smooth and sexy it sounded-as he kisses me harder until it feels like any second from now, I'm going to pass out.

Ryder continues to consume me like I'm his first and last meal of the day and I almost forgot that we were still very much in public. It was only at the sound of cameras clicking, lights flashing, and girls crying did I snap out of it and manage to untangle myself and my lips from Ryder.

But it was hard not to know that what's done is done.

And I'm pretty sure my face is going to be in every freaking tabloid all over the country-world?-before breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Wow, Suri. You... you're..." He shakes his head with a wide grin, his lips shining under the light because of my remnants on them. "You know what? I'm not even going to bother trying to find words to describe you right now because you've completely stolen my words and breath away."

I blushed at him and even more when he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my cheek, and just before pulling away, he whispers, "I knew inviting you tonight would be the best f*****g idea." The warmth of his breath dances down my neck and his arm snaking around my waist makes me s**k in a lungful of air.

Oh my god. I just kissed two guys in a span of three days. Who the f**k am I?

I remembered the reason for the second kiss and quickly glanced behind me just as Ryder and I were walking to the beach area where his party was going to be, but when I saw that he was no longer there, I felt a weird knot in my stomach.

"Is there something wrong?" Ryder asks and I snapped my head back to face him, his green eyes looking at me smolderingly.

"Uh, n- no, no. Nothing's wrong."

Just some stupid rich dick who I can't get out of my head. Damn it.

"No guy will ever be caught dead with you." His painful words echo in my mind and this hardens me into steel.

Why the hell am I wasting space in my head for that a*****e? f**k him and his shitty attitude.

I hope he enjoyed the show so the next time he spews lies about me, claims that I can't get a guy for s**t, then he can remember every second of that kiss.

Atlas Wolfe

I'm seething in anger by the time I get back up to our room. I can only see red and I'm on the verge of taking a car and driving it to the nearby forest so I can shift and wreak havoc there when Devon comes out of the bathroom and hurriedly comes up to me with a worried look.

"What the hell happened?" He asks as he pretty much ushers me to one of the couches because I can't even move from the door without shaking in rage.

"I'm going to destroy her." I say mostly to myself, but Devon hears it.

"Are you talking about Suri? You need to leave her alone, man, she's just-"

I don't let Devon finish what I already know he was about to say before I pretty much explode at that point.

"f**k her! I was going easy on her and even when I saw her making out with Wes I couldn't find it in me to break her just yet, but saying that about m-"

"Wait, hold the f**k up, she was what?" Devon looked at me bewildered and I realized it slipped out of my mouth. Well, f**k. Now there was no use keeping it a secret so might as well.

I let out a sigh as I slumped on the couch and stared at the ceiling. "After we talked, I was looking for Wes. I found him in one of the cabanas and he was making out with a very topless Suri." I explained as I closed my eyes and the memory of her grinding her body against Wes flashed in my head. f*****g hell. I said to myself that I was going to make her pay, but I couldn't. I don't know what the hell it is about her that's making me go back on my words, but I swear to god, she's f*****g done now.

"Is that why you were mad at Wes? When you said 'why did it have to be her' you meant why did it have to be Suri?" Devon asked as he was putting two and two together.

I nodded slowly to confirm, no energy to talk.

"Well why the f**k didn't you just say so and you just kept getting mad at him for something he didn't even know?"

I groaned. This is why I didn't want to tell them. I didn't want to have to explain anything because let's be real, I can't even explain it myself.

I know I'm mad that she tricked Wes, but there is something else, and I... I don't know if I can admit that. Certainly not to f*****g Devon or anybody else. "Whatever. That's not the point. The point is that-"

"You really do like her, do you?" Devon cut me off with the most absurd statement which made me look away from the ceiling to level him with a glare.

"No, the fuck I don't."

I tell myself that in order to make my brain think I certainly did not. I also tell myself I was not one second away from ripping that little s**t Madden's throat out for kissing Suri.

But goddamn it they were all bordering on lies.

Devon saw right through me and grinned. This fucker.

"Yes, the fuck you do." He said mockingly that my fist was starting to crave his face.

"You're clearly jealous that Wes kissed Suri, and it's obvious you wanted to kiss her not just because of the dare. Stop denying it. And just an advice, being an a*****e to her isn't going to make her like you back." Devon gave me that smile that he gives when he knows he has a one up and I hated it every time.

"And when the hell did you become an expert at relationships? You can't even fix your s**t with Destiny." I grumbled as I rolled my eyes at my know-it-all little brother.

This hits a nerve with him and he crouches, looking less sure of himself that I almost feel guilty for bringing it up.

"Shut up, I'm trying to fix it already. It's not f*****g easy, okay?" He said with a defensive tone.

I raised a brow at him and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "You've been hanging out since freshman year. The relationship has run its course. s**t like that happens all the time. Just break up with her already and get it over with." I shrugged my shoulders as I gave advice to him as if I had better experiences with relationships.

The one and only relationship I ever had, if I can even consider that as one, was ruined from the very first moment I saw her. Then there's Wes who is incapable of developing any feelings for a girl other than sexu a l.

Jesus. We're all a merry little band of f**k ups.

"I'm going to fix it. Lay off. You have your own s**t to deal with starting off with telling Wes why you were so pissed with him and-"

Devon stopped when the two of us both caught a mindlink.

It's from Wes, and it seemed urgent.

Nine one f*****g one. Something's going on and I think Suri is involved. Beach party. NOW.

Devon and I both gave each other a nervous look and prayed that it wasn't anything too bad, but deep down inside, both of us knew... That those chances were slim to none.

f**k.