Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 84

Suri Nightingale

I know the thrill of doing things in public since that day all three of them and I had a little unexpected fun in Dev's car, but I would have never thought of doing it in somewhere as public as a place I work in.

I mean, I'm not entirely against it, especially when Wes is a fucking sex god and every time he comes near me, my entire body is electrified as well as my desire to have him, but I am just afraid of getting caught. I told Wes that and the only thing he does is tempt me even more and whispers things in my ear like, "That's where the fun is, angel."

Or, "Don't you trust me not to let us get caught? I can even make you come while I hide underneath the counter and you take orders."

Fucking Wes.

But also, damn Wes because he is making it so much harder to say no to when he's chosen to kill me by wearing nothing underneath his apron.

"Don't come in here! There are cameras in this area of the kitchen!" I shouted at him, staring at him wide-eyed as he took a few steps forward after coming from the employee lounge.

He gives me a teasing grin before holding up a small black remote and I'm staring at it confused. He then lifts it up, points it at the camera, and in one second, the red light on the thing disappears.

Wait a flipping second, he had a camera remote this whole time? He's been planning this?! Freaking Wes!

I'm about to scold him about it, but when he takes a step forward, his erection moves with him and sweet baby Jesus, it is glorious, that apron doing nothing at all to contain it.

Fuck, I am already turned on and he hasn't even touched me. I can sense my resolve not to fall into Wes' temptation slowly, but surely disappearing into nothing until it's disappeared into the void.

With every step Wes took, and every second I had to watch his deadly handsome looks get closer and closer to me, I faltered.

I let out a soft gasp when he finally reached me, his body pinning me against the kitchen's steel table.

Fuck, I can feel his hard cock on my stomach where my crop top ends and only the apron I have to wear for the café is stopping it from really touching my skin.

He tilted my head with his one hand, and I met his gorgeous blue eyes that were filled with desire and little self-control.

"Do you know what my favorite dessert is, angel?" He asks out of nowhere and I blink at him confused.

"What?" I managed to whisper out and I stifled a moan when he grinded his hips and I felt his cock trying to be set free.

He doesn't say anything. He just holds my gaze and I don't even realize what he's doing until I feel the top of my jeans loosen, but by then it's too late as he inserts his hand and cups my already hot and aching pussy. "Wes!" I shrieked at the surprise, but also moaned at how good his hand felt.

"You, angel. You're my favorite dessert," he said before giving me a delicious as fuck grin and then he thrusted two fingers inside me immediately and I almost dropped to the floor at how good it felt, but Wes kept me steady, his other hand wrapped around my waist.

"Fuck, fuck," I pant loudly, just before Wes comes down and attacks me with his mouth, swallowing every pant, gasp, and moan that I let out.

He's got my tongue tangled in his in seconds, tasting me, devouring me the way he would a dessert. He can't get enough of me just as I can't get enough of him.

The movement of his fingers gets faster and faster and I'm practically whimpering into our kisses, the intensity of his movements taking me into my high quicker than he's ever done, and before I know it, I'm gushing all over his hand and my pants as I scream his name and he sucks the skin on my neck.

"Wes! Ah, fu c k! Ah!" I come all over his hand, my hips jolting forward while my back arches, letting the sensation take over my entire body.

When I finally stop shaking and manage to open my eyes, Wes is staring at me, satisfied but obvious he wants more that his eyes are burning with it.

He licks my lips and I groan as his fingers come out from my pussy, the loss of it making my body shudder.

"That's one, angel. Twenty-one more to go."

My face burns red and I gawk at him. "You can't be serious! I won't be able to walk by the end of that!"

The overconfident little s h it just gives me a pleased grin before turning around and I have no idea what he's looking for until I realize he's grabbed one of the floral kitchen cloth tables at the side. "What is that for?" I asked him.

He doesn't reply. He instead grabbed me by my waist and pushed me to his hardness again just before laying down the cloth on the steel table.

"Hygiene first, o****m second. Now get on the table or I'll make you." Wes demanded with mischief in his eyes.

"Make me," I challenged him as I crossed my arms at the front and narrowed my eyes on him.

"Oh? Do you really want to play that game with me?" He says with a smug smile and the look he gives me has me wetting my underwear all over again.

Fuck, stand your ground, Suri!

I cleared my throat and puffed up my chest. "I said what I said, Chef Wes. Now either make me or get out of my kitchen so I can-"

Wes doesn't let me finish that sentence before he's pulled me up to him by my a*s, his even harder c o c k poking through the bottom of my unbuttoned jeans. He's so hard I think he could thrust and break each piece of clothing I have.

"Never challenge me, angel. You know I like to win," he said with a deep and sensual voice before laying me down on the table and I didn't get another second to breathe before his tongue was back inside my mouth and he was kissing me so deeply and intensely. He's taking every breath of mine and my body writhes in his hold. Fuck. I want him. I need him.

I think he hears my thoughts because not a second later, I feel his hands aggressively trying to take my pants off.

"Don't rip my pants!" I warned him in between our kisses because if he was anything like his brothers, those impatient Wolfes, he would tear this one easily and I don't have another with me.

"Don't have to," he whispered back, and I realized he was right when I felt the gust of coolness on my legs and somehow he'd managed to have them down my ankles already. Just the last two kicks and it's on the floor.

"See?" He said as he bit my upper lip, his eyes twin pools of liquid sapphires, staring intently at mine, promising me a high that I would never want to come down from.

"Okay, okay, you're good," I told him and he gave me an amused smirk.

"No, I'm the best," he confidently answers.

I'm about to retaliate, but he doesn't let me. "Yeah, su-"

"Fuck!" I screamed as my arms wrapped around Wes' neck, his fully erect cock thrusting inside of me and I felt every inch of him filling me up, filling me so, so much that there is not a single inch in me that isn't taken by his hardness. "Goddamn, you're wet as fuck, angel. So ready for me. So... so... ready..." Wes begins to move in and out, sliding his c o c k not too fast nor too slow.

Every slide he does, a moan escapes me and I can't help but grab on to him tighter. It feels so good that it's unreal, the warmth and wetness of my pussy gripping every millimeter of his bare c o c k.

When Wes lowers his hand down to my clit, I almost come right then and there all over again.

"Twenty-one," he whispered into my neck, the warm breath on my skin sensational as well as the wetness of his tongue licking all over that part.

Then he begins to massage my clit, which is still sensitive from my first o****m and my head starts to spin, the world moving all around me.

"Fuck, Wes!" I shouted out when he went faster, the speed of his finger on my clit coinciding with the speed of his cock thrusting inside me.

"So tight, angel. You're taking my cock so good with your beautiful and sweet pussy." He says hoarsely as he takes my tongue again and starts licking and sucking.

Every inch of him is buried deep inside of me, plunging in and out, and the smell of cookie dough on him makes him even more delicious.

Fuck, I can't hold it any longer!

Wes immediately realizes this as my pussy tightly clenched around his c**k and he moans into our kiss, "Are you going to come, angel? Come for me. Come all over my cock buried deep inside you." He pulls down my top and immediately ravages my breasts, taking my hard nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and that's when my hips jerked and my back arches.

Wes doesn't forget my c**t as he pinches it just as another o****m explodes inside of me, my body shaking wildly while Wes moans onto my breasts, my pussy tightening around every inch of him. I've only blinked once, twice, and by the third time, he pulls out of me and I whimper at the sudden loss.

"Wait, are you done?" I asked him, confused because I didn't remember him coming.

He let out a confident chuckle and licked his lips as he smirked at me. "Of course not, we're just getting started."

I yelped when he maneuvered my entire body to sit on top of him as he laid down on the table, thanking whoever manufactured this thing and made it so that it was still strong enough for the both of us on it.

Wes spanked my a*s and the sensation made my pussy ache and when I turned to him, he was looking at me like he'd won the biggest prize you can win in a carnival.

"Ride me, angel. Let me see those tits bounce up and down while my cock plunges inside of you up to your stomach."

Good lord, this man is sexy as hell.

I don't need to be told twice because the way Wes is looking at me is all the encouragement I need, and when I slide his still hard cock into me, my body shakes so intensely that he has to keep me steady by my waist. "Fuuuuuuck," we both moaned, loving the way Wes' eyes rolled at the back of his head.

It takes me a second to gather myself because in this position, his cock feels even bigger, and I had no idea that was possible until I slid up and down and each time he's inside, it feels like he demands more room than exists.

I lower my body down to Wes and my movements start to slow down. He takes it upon himself to take the wheel and by that I mean he grabs my waist tighter and starts to fuck me roughly while his kisses are tender. Every inch of him is owning me, marking me, imprinting itself inside of me.

Harder and harder he slams into me and we both moan and scream, our sounds filling up every inch of this room.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come!" I cried out and Wes drove into me deeper and harder that it felt like he'd completely possessed my entire body and I buried my face into his neck, screaming as another wave of pleasure drowned me. When I feel him get harder, he thrusts as deep as he can inside of me, and I feel him let out his entire load, not holding back at all.

He thrusts a few more times, his thigh hitting my a*s as he does it with force and I feel his c*m run out from my pussy, sliding on his cock and down to the cloth that I'm so glad is there.

I collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as his other hand drew circles around my a*s.

He hasn't pulled out of me, and I'm amazed that he remains hard as we continue to catch our breath.

Only when his alarm sounds off that I turn to him. "What is that?"

His glacier blue eyes looked at me with so much contentment. "That means we've got about forty five minutes left until customers start arriving."

"Oh my god! We need to get ready!" I tell him in panic, and I'm getting up from the table, but Wes grabs my waist and keeps me pinned down on him, my body slightly shuddering as his cock is still in me.

Which is still hard.

"Wes, what are you-"

"Why do you think I set the alarm?" He asks and I blink at him.

"So I know that I still have forty five minutes to keep making you come. The next alarm will be ten minutes left, and only then will I let you go, so buckle up, angel, this ride isn't done yet."

Fuck, Wes is absolutely ruthless, but what else did I expect from the s ex monster that is Wesley Wolfe?

He kept me on that table fucking me raw over and over again, once in a while switching to eat me, lick my clit, and thrust his fingers inside of me, until my body has turned into jelly and I don't think I can walk without my c**t tingling. When the five minute alarm went off, he had made me come fifteen times. Fifteen!

And when we had washed up and fixed everything before the opening, he came up to me by the counter and whispered, "Eighteen down, four to go. What do you say we continue where we left off before classes? I brought the BMW X7 today for maximum car space." I felt my cheeks heated and I turned to him with widened eyes. "Wes!"

The bell on the door rang, signaling a customer had come inside, and I focused all my attention on them, but deep down inside, I couldn't wait to find out what more he was planning to do to me.

Damn this sex god.