Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 7

Naya Cod

I placed my hand on his waist to steady him. He was shaking so badly. "You need to wake up." I whispered again. Fighting the monster must have caused him to dream about it. It was dangerous to fight such animals alone. We were animals, but that was just a monster. I never could have survived had these guys not stepped in front of me.

I still shook him, concerned, when his eyes suddenly snapped open. He gazed downward at our intertwined hands in confusion, and when his eyes came back up, they were angry. Really Angry.

"What the f**k?" He boomed, yanking his hands out of mine like it was hot coal. His voice had supposedly awoken those who I thought were in deep sleep.

Brooke Bentley was one of them.

Then my body system did what it should never have done.

Hiccup. Seeing the faces of everyone waking up from their sleep to know that it was me who ruined it in the first place made me wish the earth was a monster that could swallow me. He could have gently removed his hands instead of yelling so loudly. "What's wrong, Naya?" Renee asked in a sleepy voice from the other side. I feel so bad for having to wake her up too.

I shook my head, unable to form words on my lips, when I felt something wet drenching my uniform down to my underwear. It trickled into my mouth and tasted... sweet. Pop soda.

"What-the-hell?" My hiccup didn't make it easier for me to speak.

Then their laughter began to ring in my ears. I hate it. I hate it when they do this. Tears flowed from my eyes in realization of the one person who ended up humiliating me just because I held his hands. He was having a nightmare, and what I got was a f*****g Pop soda over my body.

"That's what you get for messing with me in my sleep." Kyle muttered dangerously, handing the bottle back to Brooke. Of course, it was Brooke Bentley who handed him the bottle in the first place!

I didn't even feel Renee's hands hold me as I dodged them, ignoring the calls as I slipped into the dangerous hallways. How did my good deeds become something I would regret? No more good deeds. I decided.

The hallways were quiet and lonely, with flickering bulbs on their ceilings. I squeezed my top, and more greenish liquid splattered onto the floor. Just Great. I'd have to request another uniform from the Principal.

The bathroom was just a corner to the left. I was about to turn left when I heard a low growl. It reverberated in my bones, causing me to flinch.

I wouldn't dare turn back. What if it was the same monster earlier that...

I couldn't finish that thought, as I felt as if something was watching me again. Its eyes dug holes in my head, and I knew it was the monster.

Whimpering, I hurried to the corner, trying to open the restroom door. I shouldn't have come out of the safe zone. What was I thinking? The restroom door seemed jammed as my knuckles began to desperately tap on it.

It was getting closer. I could practically feel its breath on my neck.

The bathroom door suddenly opened to reveal Zeke, and I fell into his hands, trembling, forgetting that I was still drenched.

"Zeke.." I stuttered, surprised to see him there, but not before closing the door behind me. There is no way I was going to let that thing attack us again. I knew how I looked right now. Tears in my eyes, a wet uniform that revealed my n*****s. I looked ready to be f****d.

His eyes raked down my body, stopping on my tear-streaked face. "Why are you crying?" His question caught me off guard because I expected him to call me brawny and throw an insult. I have never known the twins to be kind to me. This was a surprise. His face held concern, and we seemed close. So close that my heart beat increased in response. I felt we could both hear it.

"What are you doing here?" I choose to blurt it out instead. I thought I was going to be here alone so that I could cry my eyes out and clean up. I would probably stay here until the morning. What the hell is another storm doing here?

He grinned wickedly, walking closer to me while I took a step back at his looming and intimidating gaze.

"Where do you think you are going?"

I watched his Adam's apple bubble up and didn't know when I became trapped. With him in front of me and the wall behind me. There was nowhere to run to. Frankly, I loved it. "No where." I swallowed hard.

His eyes trailed my wet clothes down to my breasts, and it made me remember the last time when I came into the class drenched and soaked. Instinctively, I covered my chest. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "No, you don't."

I still kept them there, only to have him pry them off. Then he wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "The tears in your face make me want to do things to you. So innocent," he mumbled, tracing his thumb on my lips, then he went further down, tracing my collar bones, chests,...

I allowed him until he traced my visible n*****s. They became hard instantly. He growls under his breath, opening the first five buttons of my shirt to grip my breasts.

I moaned. I f*****g moaned.

"Let me hear you," he said huskily, and I didn't care anymore because he twirled my n*****s like he was in charge. He digs his hands into my skirt, replaceing the source of my juices that have already set my thighs. Then he placed his index fingers inside. The sensations it brought to my body made me float. I have waited for his touch for so long that I forgot where I was.

"Moan for me, baby." He began to thrust harder, causing me to rub his body for the littlest contact of his skin. That tanned skin I saw the other day before his bedroom door was closed to my face.

That skin I see almost every time during sports. Their abs seemed to be made by a god himself.

Suddenly, his hands stopped, and he pulled it out. The squelching sound it made brought me back to my senses. I was breathing hard, hoping he was going to get me to cu...

"Get out." His low voice told me nothing like that was going to happen any time soon.

But.. I glanced behind me to see the empty hallways. There was no way I was going to go back into the hallways looking like a piece of f*****g meat.

"No. I am not going anywhere." I stamped my feet to the ground, refusing to show him my fearful state. Knowing the twins, they would tease the hell out of me.

"You will get out when I say you should get out, Brawn!" He yelled, shocking me to the core. Where was the love I just saw? Was it just l**t?

Yeah, I agree it was lust, but thought...

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Kyle Storm

The monster had its sharp teeth on my shoulder, and I tried to release my shoulders, but with every pull, it dragged my flesh with it.

"Are you alright, Bro?" Zeke asked. He was bleeding from his side, but he was still going strong.

"Yeah, I am alright. Get to the girls!" I yelled as the monster divided itself. They became two, and one of them was heading to the girls who stood at the corner.

In the middle of them was the girl I detested the most. I would want to kill her myself, not allow the monster to rip off her body parts.

He bared his sharp fangs at her, and I wanted so badly to tear out its jaws myself.

"Hey, wake up." A soft whisper stopped me from venturing toward the girls. My left hand became so warm that I squeezed my fists tighter. "Wake up! It's just a Nightmare."

I snapped my eyes open to replace Naya holding my left hand. Or rather, I was the one holding her hands. A small wince escaped her as I released it and pushed her off me. We were too close for comfort, and Brooke wouldn't like it. Her eyes went to the lower half of my body, and I followed her eyes. I was hard as f**k.

Pushing her off me would hide my hard-on, and that was what I did.

I pushed her off. Brooke woke up too, handing me a bottle of Pop soda. I eyed her, wondering if it was necessary, but I couldn't have Naya going about telling people I had a nightmare.