Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 56

Atlas

Wolfe

I'm about to lose my f*****g mind. Scratch that, my entire f*****g sanity feels like it's on a thin line here.

What the f**k? I repeat, What. The. F**k.

I need to get out of here. I need to do something, anything that I'm familiar with so I can somehow come back to my senses even if for just a little while.

I'm packing my things. Or well, technically shoving whatever it is into my bag as fast as I can, ignoring every word my brothers are saying. I don't have time for this s**t, and luckily, I have just the perfect excuse - my boxing camp that starts on Monday and ends right before our big eighteenth that Wes has been planning for months now.

My brothers try to rile me up, but I don't let their words derail me. I only have one thing in my mind that I need to get done and that's getting the f**k out of here as fast as I can before-

"I have thought about the possibility of her being our mate." Devon said and that made me stop and turn to him with an unpaintable ridiculed expression.

Is he f*****g serious right now? First of all, us with a mate? The world ending right now would be more possible. And second of all, Suri being our mate? She was just... human! I've never heard of the Moon Goddess pairing us up with a human, but that's not really the biggest problem here. It's that I don't want her.

1. Don't. f*****g. Want. Her.

Except I say that but my own wolf thinks otherwise.

"If you don't want her then how come you kissed her last night like it was your last dying breath? If you don't want her then how come you ate her like you're on death row and she was your last f*****g meal? If you don't want her then how come you worshipped her body like it's the goddesses' greatest gift to mankind?"

f*****g Titan. He's not f*****g helping!

I'm this close to beating up Devon because he won't shut his mouth up with all of the bullshit he's spewing and thank f**k I finally managed to finish packing.

I'm out the door and in the hallway in mere seconds, but even as I told myself not to stop, I still do because for some unknown f*****g reason, I just can't help but look over to Suri's door and think about everything that happened last night.

And I know deep down inside that if I could go back and make a choice between stopping myself or doing it again, I know which choice I would make in a heartbeat.

-

"Jesus, this is boxing, not a death match! Take it easy or you'll break my arm!" Vincenzo shouted-pleaded-at me and I snapped back to my senses, stopping and taking a breather after, I don't know, two hours of non stop punching. "My bad," I mumbled as I grabbed my water bottle and chugged all of its contents.

"When you texted me to train, I knew something was up with you. Always visit FindNovel.net for more novels and updates What is it?" Vincenzo, my trainer, asked as he sat next to me on one of the benches right next to the boxing ring.

I haven't been at the gym since the semester began. Mostly because the varsity coach prefers for me to train with him so he can see and record my progress, but he's not at the academy on the weekends so I had to come here even when I knew the gym would be packed during this time.

Vincenzo managed to squeeze me in his schedule, thank f**k, because if not, I think I'd have landed on the five o' clock news for beating up a pretentious f**k who keeps hogging the punching bags.

"Nothing. I just need to let some steam out," I lied.

Well, half-half. I do need to let some steam out. A f*****g lot of it.

Vincenzo leveled me a glare. "I've been your first trainer since you got here, buddy. Tell me the truth or I'm not giving you another round on the ring. You know how much Terminator over there wants to hog it and I'll give it to him."

I gave him an offended look. "Not the Terminator rip off."

Vincenzo raised his brow at me. "Try me, Wolfe."

I let out a frustrated groan as my eyes landed on the man so jacked he'd fail the lie detector test if they asked him if he's on steroids. We call him the Terminator rip off because he so desperately wants to be like Arnold Schwarzenegger, except... he fails miserably at

it.

He also likes to show off every time I'm here and I'll be f*****g damned if he takes my spot on the ring. Vincenzo knows this which is why he's using it as leverage, this cunning a*****e. "Fine," I huffed a breath.

"There's a girl."

"Oh?" His voice went two tones higher as he smirked at me.

I lightly punched him in the arm. "f**k off. I need to hit while I say this. Back to the ring while I tell you."

Vincenzo looks like he's debating on it, but eventually he gives in because he knows how much I need this. He knows how much I'd lose myself if I don't hit something.

Once we're both strapped in with our gloves, we do our usual warm ups which are composed of stepping side to side and doing a few light punches all around.

"Don't f*****g break my arm," he threatened me. "My missus loves what I do with 'em."

"I don't need to know about what you and your girl do in bed, thank you very much."

He grinned. "I meant I make a mean f*****g sourdough bread with 'em and I can't knead with a broken arm, can I? Get your head out of the gutter, Wolfe."

I snarled at him. "Shut up. Hit me."

Vincenzo doesn't wait for anything else because he knows I'm ready for whatever he's about to give me. I was born f*****g ready.

He tries to land a blow on my left cheek (it's sort of a weakness, that side) but I managed to dodge faster, getting the perfect opening to hit him on his side. A taste of his own f*****g medicine. Punch.

"I hate that I want her." I spit out the first words in my head about Suri.

Vincenzo doesn't stop on the account of me confessing my 'teenage' problems to him. Instead, he quickly regains composition and lands a blow on my shoulder. Motherfuuuuck, that hurt.

But I love the pain. It's why I do this, too. The pain makes me forget.

"Why do you hate it?" He asked a valid question.

I don't let him have a point over me. In mere seconds, I'm back in front of him and hit him on his right.

Punch.

"Because she's her! I can't want her!"

Vincenzo gives me a look that meant 'not too much pressure on my handsome face for f**k's sake' and I give him an apologetic nod.

"That's not a real reason, though. Your reasoning is too objective. You're acting and feeling out of spite." He tells me and I hate that he is right.

That I've thought about that, but told myself it doesn't f*****g matter, but now that somebody else has said it to me, hearing it makes me feel like a f*****g bitch. Fuck.

I dodged his right arm punch and hit him on his torso with just a minimal amount of pressure. I'm nice, too. Sometimes.

"Well, that's just how it f*****g is. I'm not changing for anybody, especially not her." I told him honestly before landing another blow on his face and he gave me another warning look.

"Not the f*****g face, you a*****e." He said and I lifted my hands up in surrender for a few seconds.

There's a few minutes of silence as Vincenzo and I land punches on one another back and forth until I feel like he's trying to distract me from something or for the most part, trying to ease me up on what he's about to say and I have no f*****g clue what it is until he takes a pause and finally says it.

"It's about your mother, isn't it?"

Punch.

I landed one straight at the side I've been hitting for a while now so this made him flinch and he dropped to his knees.

Sorry not sorry?

"I shouldn't have said yes to coming here," he muttered under his breath as he held onto his side.

"You wouldn't have been able to resist me," I said with a teasing voice before bringing my hand out to help him up.

When we're back on the bench, I grabbed an ice pack, or three-two for him and one for me-and settled down next to him.

My head is laid down on the edge of the ring with my eyes closed just listening to the noise around us when Vincenzo continued, clearly still not happy with just two ice packs, and he wants to make it three.

"You can't always push somebody that tries to get close to you because of your past, Atlas. I remember that girl you mentioned before, the one you said you got close to because she reminded you of your mother, but when she tried to tell you how she felt, you pushed her away. Sooner or later, you're going to have to face that demon of yours and give it a good f*****g beating until you're sure it's never coming back for you again." His words are heartfelt and I know he only means good, but just hearing it and thinking about my mom turns everything in me into ice and I close off.

What she did... It made me hate her.

But at the same time, I could never truly hate her. Never. I loved her so much that what happened to her is exactly why I'm so f****d up now.

Finding my mother's lifeless body broke something in me that I don't think I'll ever be able to fix.

I can't move on. The thought of her won't let me.

So I'll just let it eat me up until there is nothing else left inside of me.

I thank Vincenzo for his time and even though it's obvious he doesn't want to let me go, he can't do much to stop me.

I'm headed over to Emily's place because I'm staying over at hers for the weekend until camp starts when I realized I forgot my ring robe back at home. Coach will kill me if I don't have the official academy robe at camp.

I debate between just saying f**k it and taking whatever punishment the coach will give me, but I remembered that during camp he gives us the death punishment (it's when we do a farmers walk for one fourth a mile with one hundred and twenty five pound dumbbells and if you drop the weight you have to do twenty five burpees as penalty), and nope, I don't have the energy for that now.

When I got back to the house, it seemed pretty quiet. I thought Wes and Devon would still be here, but turns out they also left. I wonder if Suri did, too...

My question gets answered after I come back from grabbing what I needed from my room and Lucy tells me that Suri is out by the pool.

It wouldn't hurt to see what she's up to for a few seconds.

And also to see her in a bikini because f**k being a man with all these hormones ain't f*****g helping.

That's odd.

She's not here, but I can smell her scent still lingering around the area like she was just here just minutes ago.

Something wasn't right. From the empty plates around the chair area, and the glass just at the edge of the pool positioned there.

Something was definitely off, and it was a good f*****g thing I had decided to check on it more because the next thing I know, I'm diving into the pool in my shirt and jeans to save her from f*****g drowning. For f**k's sake.

How the hell did she even get herself into this mess?

But also, how the hell does she look so f*****g good?

Fuuuuck meeee.

The image of her on bed, my head in between her thighs, and sucking and licking her as she moaned louder and louder flooded my mind and all I wanted to do was to taste her again. Taste her lips and every other inch of her body.

Just me and her.

"Stop... fighting... me..." She whispered to me and each time her lips moved, my heart did a f*****g sommersault.

All this time I thought she was the one trying to fight me, trying to do everything just to stay at a place she didn't belong to, but it was then that I realized it was the other way around.

I was fighting her from getting any closer to me, from tearing down my walls, and melting my ice cold heart.

And f**k if only she knew it was working.

When she pulled me in for a kiss, I knew exactly what I had to do as if it was already second nature to me.

Having her against my lips and tasting her with my tongue was something I didn't know I've always wanted, but now that it was happening, I'd be f*****g pissed if I had to stop.

"Do you want this, Suri? Do you want me?" I whisper to her in between our kiss, but I can't stop myself from pushing my tongue into her deeper before getting her reply because it was just so f*****g tempting. "Mm..." She moaned and my body vibrated from pleasure.

"Say it. I want you to say it," I groaned as I tightened my hold on her face and her hands did the same on my hair.

"I want you, Atlas. Please. Please. Plea-"

I don't let her finish her third pleading because by then I've already managed to haul her up into my arms and she instinctively wrapped her legs around me. I can feel her wetness rubbing all over my clothes. Whether it be from the pool water or from something else, I didn't mind either of them.

"Where are... you... going?" She asked as we don't take our lips away from one another while I make sure to have my eyes opened to know where the f**k I need to step because the last thing I want is for us to trip on the ground. "Pool house, because as much as I want to have you right then and there, I'm not giving a show to everyone in the house." I told her and she giggled so f*****g cutely I could almost eat her up.

And well, I kind of will as soon as we get to some privacy.

The second I pushed open the door and slammed it shut, I don't waste a f*****g second to do what I've wanted the moment I laid eyes on her in that suit that I'm pretty sure was the work of the f*****g Devil.

Her skin glowed bronze and every inch of her body was just absolutely f*****g perfect. The perfect a*s, the perfect legs, and of f*****g course, the perfect tits.

I placed Suri against the wall as I started to strip her off, biting meticulously at the tiny strings that barely kept her bikini on her body.

f**k, the warmth of her body on my lips is f*****g amazing that I can't help but lick parts of her skin and the moans she lets out is the cherry on top of the f*****g cake.

"Atlas... Please... I..." She whispered almost pleadingly as I hovered my mouth over her gorgeous p***y.

"Tell me what you want, baby." I tease her, letting one finger move up and down alongside her clit and over her p***y.

I watched as she squirmed against the door and her grip on my hair tightened more and more. Knowing how turned on she was with what I was doing inevitably made me feel hard too, and f**k if it wasn't making me just want to bang her against this door. "I want you to make me come again. Eat me. Lick me. Please." Suri said and just hearing her know exactly what she wants is enough for me to give her that, just ten times f*****g more.

I grabbed her in one motion and threw her onto the bed. She let out a yelp, but was quickly replaced by a loud moan as soon as my mouth goes down and I start licking and sucking at her p***y like I've been starving, and let's be f*****g honest, I don't think this hunger will ever be satiated.

Suri can barely keep her eyes open as my tongue swirled around her c**t and I grasp on her trembling thighs.

I don't understand how f*****g good somebody could taste and I know that if I could, I would have her for every damn meal of the day.

She moaned as she moved her body closer to me, and just as she grabbed the top of my head, I push my tongue inside her and she cries so f*****g loud I'm afraid if somebody was out there right now they would definitely have heard it and would wonder if something was wrong.

But I can't bring myself to give a f**k because I've got Suri all alone in this room with her screaming my name and begging for more. What the hell more could I ask for?

My tongue continued to lick all over her clit and into her hole, sucking her once in a while as she obviously loved when I did it and pushing my fingers deeper and deeper inside of her. It felt so f*****g unreal to have her like this, to have her so open and spread out for me to pleasure her.

My cock is so hard for her that it's beginning to strain my pants, almost begging to be let out.

"Oh f**k, yes, there, yes, yes, I'm com-" Suri screamed as she cried out her o****m, her back arching as she grinded her p***y into my mouth even more and I do a few more licks in which her body shuddered at.

I loved as she laid there, reveling in her s****l ecstasy, and I was content on just licking every drop of her wetness, but it turns out she had other plans as she sat up, her eyes hungry for something else. She wanted more. Desperately.

And I was prepared to give her every single thing she wanted even if the world around us began to burn.

"What is it, baby?" I asked her as she moved closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine and the flame of desire in them was enough for me to not think second thoughts before taking her lips again and devouring her. f**k me, I'm so hard that it's beginning to hurt and any more it's-

Holy f*****g s**t. Did she just-

I pulled away from our kiss to look down and just as I thought, her hand is pressed firmly on my hardness and when I looked back up, I could see the l**t in her expression.

A low growl rumbled in my chest and by the grin that formed on her face, I was sure she was enjoying the power she held in her palm.

Suri f*****g Nightingale enjoyed being a tease.

"Are you sure about this? Because once you do this, there's no coming back." I told her as a warning, but deep down inside I was hoping that she wouldn't be warned off.

Heaven and hell knows how much I wanted this. How much I wanted her.

I licked her tongue just before lightly biting her lips and groaning as she moved her hand on my hardening cock.

Suri doesn't say anything. Instead she just pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips and looked at me like she wanted me to make her forget her own name as she nodded her head slowly, and f**k if that wasn't all the confirmation I needed. She tightened her grip out of nowhere and I hissed out a curse. "Don't test me, Nightingale."

She placed her lips closer to mine as she grinned. "What are you going to do about it, Wolfe?"

Oh, baby, you have no f*****g idea what you're getting yourself into.

I pushed her back onto bed, Suri moaning as my body hovered over her, but just as I was about to take my shirt off, we heard somebody calling out for us and panic immediately flooded us both.

Who the fuuuuck?!