Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 20

Atlas Wolfe

It was like a bang. The sticky and slightly warm substance was spurting out of me continuously as I inevitably reached my climax.

As hard as I tried to stop, my body was doing its natural thing and I couldn't control it.

Even when Suri f*****g Nightingale was standing right there, watching me from the hallway.

Well, the bloody fireworks definitely started much earlier for her and she had just gotten the best seat in the house.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She said, and I could tell the tone in her voice meant she was embarrassed and panicking.

I was an idiot for not closing my door. I had forgotten all about it as I just walked in and got distracted with the movie, but what's done is done, and by done I mean somebody saw me reach a f*****g good climax.

It was completely unexpected for her to see me like this-a slightly vulnerable state-but now that it's already happened, I can't really complain.

Besides, it was her that I was thinking about when I came, which was already more than enough for me to feel ashamed about, but with her standing like that, her silhouette in full view... fucking hell I think I could even go for another round right about now. My still hard cock in my hand begins to throb again.

Maybe it was that growing thirst inside of me or the burning image of Suri doing dirty things to me that made me say my thoughts out loud, but before I could stop myself from saying anything else, it was too late.

"If you're so sorry, why don't you make it up to me by helping me out for another round?" I said to her, licking my lips as I eyed her up and down, my need to have her touch me, to touch her, getting stronger.

Even in the shadows, her legs were f*****g amazing. I mean, Megan Fox was hot, but god damn Suri was looking so much more delicious than her right now.

I can't believe I just f*****g admitted that.

Damn it. Damn this all to hell.

My hormonal instincts are taking over the fact that I hate this girl, that I want nothing to do with her except get her out of this house. Then again, before she leaves, wouldn't it be better to have just a little fun with her first?

Suri didn't say anything. I was half expecting her to shout at me for being disgusting, but instead, she did something else. Something I would have never in a million years expected her to willingly do.

She started walking towards me, to the inside of my room. Her hips swayed with each step she took-not sure if she was intentionally doing it to seduce me or if she just looked that seductive naturally-the sound of her platform heels on my floor echoing in the four corners of the room.

I was right there. Sprawled on my king sized bed, shirt up to my chest, pants down on my knees, and hand on my cock. My heart was beating so fast and my m*****d throbbed, ached, to be touched.

I know I just came like a minute ago, but holy hell just the thought of her coming near me is undeniably turning me on.

What the hell is she planning to do to me?

"What are you-"

"Ssshh," she whispers, finger on her lips in a way that suggests something.

I gulped nervously. Nobody's ever made me feel this... on edge. Women-and men-have thrown themselves at me. It's not surprising, but I never gave a flying f**k. Wes and I may be the same in some parts, but not the need for s e x.

Like I said, I never saw interest in those things because I don't feel the need to invest in what is a waste of my time and energy, specifically meaningless connections with other people and when you f**k someone, you're doing exactly that. You're creating a connection.

And I'd rather be shot with a silver bullet than do that with anyone.

But fuck me, Suri is making that belief of mine very hard to stick to.

I guess there really is something about getting turned on by someone you despise. Something about thinking of f*****g that pers on so hard that they beg for you to stop-or to continue-and you get even harder by her begging. Holy hell.

My body shivered at the sight of Suri lowering herself down to the edge of my bed. Her hands and knees crawling to get to me and oh f**k, oh f**k, she's so close I can feel her warm breath on my legs. Any second now she could be straddling me, her legs on mine, and I can revel on the feeling of her soft skin against mine.

"That's a good f*****g girl..." I whispered as I let go of my cock to give her all the space she needs to get to action.

It was so dark in my room since Suri had pushed the door much more than I did earlier. The only light was coming from my television and since she was covering it, only her face was being lit up and once again, I hate to admit this but fuck me, she looked so much like an ethereal being for f**k's sake.

In Suri's case though, I doubt she could even see me, but that possibility somehow turns me on even more.

She'll suck me without even being able to fully see me? f**k, I'm all in.

I felt goosebumps all throughout my body when I felt the weight of her hands on both sides of my legs and her breathing on my sprung cock.

Holy s**t, she hasn't even done anything and I feel like I'm about to come already. What the hell is she doing to me?

Get a hold of yourself, i di o t.

"Atlas Wolfe..." Her voice a sultry whisper and I've never wanted to hear my name more so badly.

I inched my hips upwards, eager to feel her plump lips wrapped around me and it was right there. It was so f*****g close that I could already imagine how good her mouth would feel, how wet it would be, and how much I know I wouldn't be able to stop it when she starts. Not that I would want that. Hell to the no. I'm going to go all the way with her.

She doesn't know what she's getting into. I'm not going to stop even if she-

Wait, what the f**k? I was so engrossed with my imaginations that I didn't notice she wasn't doing s**t anymore. She was just hovering over me. Why the hell isn't she moving?

And just then a devious smirk formed on her lips and I knew...

She was just f*****g with me.

Just when I thought I was going to get one hell of a great blow job, she raises up her hand and slaps my dick instead and oh fuuuuck, it f*****g hurt because she used so much strength.

"Ow motherf*cker!" I shouted in agonizing pain as I shot up on the bed and crouched down to my stomach.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" I said, pissed off and angry, as the nerves on my dick was throbbing and not in the way I wanted it to throb.

Fuuuuck, that hurt like a d i c k. Ironically speaking.

"Fuck you, Atlas."

That was all she said before she pushed herself back up, got off of my bed, and started walking out of my room without a single glance back.

All while I was still writhing in pain.

God damn it. I hated her so f*****g much.

"You're dead meat, Suri! You hear me?! You're dead f*****g meat!" I shouted, even though I was sure she could no longer hear me. I just needed to get it out of my system.

I stayed on the bed for a few minutes until I felt the pain had completely subsided. After that, I decided to take a quick shower in order to cool myself off. I can't go down looking like I wanted to rip someone's head off with all those people around the place. As I hopped into my shower, I let the cool water run down all over my body. My hand was pressed against the marble wall as the water trickled down on my back.

"f*****g hell..." I groaned in frustration.

Nobody f*****g does that to me. Who the hell does she think she is? I gave her the opportunity to get a taste of me, something I know a lot of girls are dying to have, and then she decides to belittle me instead?

That girl is asking for a death sentence and you know what?

I'll give her exactly what she f*****g wants.