Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 35

Atlas

Wolfe

In a lot of ways, high school parties are as pointless as adult parties. They're all a bunch of fake fucks mixing and mingling together and predators incapable of keeping their tongues in their mouths and dicks in their pants. The only difference is that everyone wears less clothes and they're less aware of the consequences of their actions, so drugs, sex, and violence? You can replace all of that and more right here in somebody's billion dollar mansion. While adults are able to be more secretive about their l**t and other vices, teenagers don't care as much because they know their parents and their names can cover up for them.

"Bottoms up, brother!" Wes seemingly appears from god knows where as he shoves a red cup filled with whatever godforsaken liquid fire this is and wiggles his eyebrows at me, obviously insinuating we drink it together.

We both down the liquid in one go, its contents scorching my throat but it's a feeling I don't run away from, but look for from time to time instead. I'm not an alcoholic in any way. How can I be when I don't even feel its effects on my body no matter how much I drink it?

Wes wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning closer to me in order to say something, the pounding music in the entire house making it hard for us to hear each other.

"Equal parts Moonshine, Changaa, and Absinthe. Drink in moderation unless you want to see your face plastered in every news station." He says it as a joke, but his words aren't to be considered a joke at all.

Those three alcohols are mostly illegal in the entire state for a reason. Changaa literally translates to 'kill me quick' and if that doesn't say drink with caution, then I don't know what else does.

But this is how we drink and, at the same time, feel more than the usual burn we've gotten used to. We don't often do it. We know our limits.

Most of the time.

"So where's your girl for the night? Paulina, was it?" I ask Wes as we get comfy in our spot, which is our backs against the wall as students around us sway their bodies to the music and grind on others, visibly drunk and/or high as a kite. Other girls have tried to dance with me, but one glare is all it takes for them to get the hint - f**k off or else.

Eventually, and fortunately, they give up. Thank f**k. I only go to these parties for the alcohol since Keith always keeps his on lock and each bottle has its own record. He will know if one of us gets their hands on it and I would rather not have that talk with him. Ever. "Since when did I only have one girl for the night? I thought you knew me better than that, big bro." Wes answers with a smug expression and I shake my head at him, followed by an amused chuckle.

"I commend you for your energy and patience when dealing with other people. Could never be me and I say, cheers to that." I comment right before I grab two cups as a waitress with a tray passes by us right on time.

Thank you, Raquel, for how excessively rich you are and for your and your family's need to broadcast it to the whole world.

"That's because you're antisocial," Wes says truthfully.

"I'm not antisocial. I'm just allergic to bull s hit and people, they have a f*****g lot of that." I corrected him and his mouth was halfway open, ready to rebuff my statement when two petite girls who looked almost identical, one in a yellow bikini and mini shorts, the other in the same getup but with a bright pink bikini instead, suddenly stepped out from the growing crowd in front of us.

They look slightly familiar, like I've seen them around the academy before, but since I don't really care enough to mingle, I have no idea who they really are. Maybe Freshmen?

Yellow bikini flutters her eyelashes at Wes and she links her arm in his. "Hey, Wes."

Pink bikini does the same, but to me, and that's her first mistake, because if she knows Wes then she knows exactly who I am and everyone knows I don't let anyone touch me.

She tries to hook her arm in mine, but I glare at her and she quickly retreats. Though she doesn't back down easily, pretending I didn't just reject her as she tucks her light blonde hair behind her ears. "Hi, Atlas."

I didn't say anything.

Wes cleared his throat in an attempt to shift the awkwardness in the air as he secretly nudged the side of my left rib.

Can you behave, please? These girls want us. I catch his mindlink and stopped myself from rolling my eyes all the way to the back of my skull.

Does it look like I want them? I linked him back and I could sense Wes' frustration towards me not giving a crap.

Well, I want them, so can you at least play nice?

I'm tempted to decline, but it's the first party of the school year so I decided not to rain on his parade. For now.

Fine.

Wes' body language changes as he relaxes more. He opens his arms wide and he greets the girls with a smile. "Ladies! To what do we owe this double pleasure?"

I bite my tongue. My brother is such a damn player.

The two girls giggle, visibly amused by Wes' playful nature.

"We heard you guys like to have a little fun," yellow bikini says as her hand comes up to Wes' chest and she starts walking her fingers on it.

"And that you have big packages ready to be opened..." Pink bikini's sexual innuendo is not hard to miss as her sultry green eyes eye me up and down just as she bites her lips.

"But are you sure you girls can handle it?" Wes has moved on to twirling yellow bikini's hair, and she doesn't even try to hide how much she loves this act.

"Mm..." She moans. "You have nothing to worry about, Wes. We're big girls who know exactly what we want and right now, it's..." She stops as she licks her lips and her eyes trail down to where I don't have to look to know exactly what she is trying to say. Jesus, girls nowadays really just throw themselves at whatever attractive guy they see, huh? Well, good for them, but I don't associate with that crap.

I'm out of here. I link to Wes and this snaps him out of his trance with yellow bikini.

Seriously? Not even going to enjoy a little oral? He asks.

f**k no, and I suggest you don't either unless you want chlamydia. I warned him and he grumbles at that, but I know he knows that he needs to take me seriously.

"Wait, where are you going?" Pink bikini asked as I was starting to move away from them.

Far, far away from STD central over here, that's for sure.

"None of your business," I say instead, and her face hardens in embarrassment and annoyance.

I glance over at Wes and linked him one last time before walking away.

Don't be an idiot and use protection, I remind him.

He's already making out with yellow bikini girl when he replies, Duh.

Once I'm out of that place, I start to get bored real fast. I drink another cup the illegal mix and feel it course through my system. Another more and I'd probably start getting tipsy, which is good in this case because I'm sick of the people here already. Three years of the same snotty rich bastards and not one of them have even proven to be worth my time.

Well, I guess there was one, but that was a long time ago and if I push those thoughts away long enough, I'd forget that part of my life ever happened, too.

As I was taking a few swigs from my drink and trying to replace a less occupied spot in this whole place, I stopped when I caught a familiar figure in the room right next to where I was standing.

Some students have stepped aside to make room for the two people and my feet are moving closer to them without a second thought.

Suddenly, my entire body froze as my eyes widened when I realized who it was.

Suri.

And she was dancing.

Not dancing like how every f*****g girl in this place was doing, swaying their hips in some slutty motion. No. Her dancing was different. Her movements were something else entirely. She didn't move to flaunt her body or to make people stare at her even though that's exactly what was happening right now.

She moved exquisitely to the beat of the music. The sway of her hips and the grace in her arms are nothing like I've ever seen before and I can feel my throat drying up. She makes me feel thirsty.

Thirsty for her.

Every inch of her body. Her long legs. Her thin waist. Her perfect front and backside. If thinking of her is a sin, then fu c k me, I may just be the devil walking on earth.

But someone else is in the picture. Someone that isn't me, and it's that realization that kills every single butterfly in my stomach right now, setting them all into flames until there is nothing left but ash and dirt.

Mason fucking Linden, the piece of shit who acts like he's holier than thou and the only reason I can't rip him to shreds right now is because Keith and his company has an ongoing business relationship/deal with them.

But damn this to hell because right now I'm close to shaking with all the frustration building inside of me as I watch him watch her. As I watch him touch her.

Nobody touches Suri. Nobody but me.

I stalk forward the two of them. They're both so distracted by the song that neither of them realizes that I'm already right there until I let my presence known.

Suri is shocked to see me, obviously, but there was something else in the way she looked at me that made me wish at that exact second that I could read minds.

She is pissed at me for disturbing her time with Mason Linden, but she should be thanking me instead because I just saved her from having to go to a s**t ton of doctor's appointments.

I know I shouldn't give a s**t, but it's hard to do that when I can't stop remembering the way she moved and how hot it was and how much I wanted to be the one she was dancing with. I've never been into dancing, but for her, I'd let her do anything to me. Oh for f**k's sake. What the hell is happening to me right now?

I shoved all my desires to the back of my head and was getting ready to tell her off for dancing like that in front of other people and letting another guy touch her-though I won't tell her exactly that-but she turned around and walked away from me before I could say anything else.

What the hell? Nobody walks out on me! f*****g Suri is seriously getting on my goddamn nerves and you know what? I think she's actually enjoying all of this. Enjoying getting her way around me. f*****g hell.

I need another drink. Or two.

Thankfully, there is obviously no lack of alcohol in this place and that's exactly why I f*****g love it here. Amidst the girls trying to continuously grind on me.

I stopped by the door leading to the outdoor pool when I saw Devon standing by the pool holding a towel out for... Ah, I guessed right - Destiny.

She stepped out of the water, her skin glowing because of the water droplets. Devon passed her the towel as he smiled at her.

This fucker has been here this whole time?

I wonder if Suri already knows...

She was looking for him in the car earlier, and if she does know, I wonder how she reacted to seeing him with somebody else.

Hell. What do I care? I don't. Damn it, Atlas, can you stop thinking about her?

"Atlas!" I heard my name and already know who it came from before even turning.

Bright orange and sunset-like hair. Amber-green eyes. Glossy lips. She's wearing nothing but a sheer one piece suit with horizontal yellow-colored block panels that is a teeny tiny excuse to cover up what needs covering up.

For someone who walked around with the body of a stripper, Micaela Posche did not care if people stared at her most intimate parts.

I, on the other hand, would rather save my eyes from burning.

"Mica," I say with gritted teeth.

Half Irish, half American. The only daughter of a Supreme Court Chief Justice. Also, borderline psychotic. Her father has had to cover up cases of her almost beating other girls to death countless times.

I thought I was doing great avoiding any girls related to Stefanie and her posse, but it looks like my luck has run out.

"Having fun?" She asks as she gives me a wide-mouthed grin, feigning innocence, but her eyes scream wickedness.

Stefanie may be the Queen Bee of the academy, but I know Mica is capable of bringing her down if she wanted to. Except she doesn't because Stefanie knows Mica only wants one thing. Not fame, not popularity, but any reason for physical altercation, and Stefanie gives her exactly that. That's why she's the most dangerous out of them all, and that's why I prefer to keep my distance.

Then again, there is this saying - keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

"Why? Are you going to make it fun if I say I'm not?" I shot her a smirk.

Her lips curve into a wide yet cheeky smile just before she leans closer to my ear, her four inch heels easily allowing her to do so, and whispering, "Truth or dare, baby."

And that's how I ended up here, glassbottle pointed at me, and girls and boys eagerly awaiting for what they could gossip about the next day in the academy.

Fun.

Raquel spins the bottle again and whoever it lands on I'm supposed to make out with because high schoolers apparently have no creativity nowadays.

I was waiting for something that would pick up my heart rate even for just a little, something that would turn this boring night a bit more interesting, but nope, the dare they gave me was the most basic thing ever - kiss whoever is seated on the other side of that bottle.

I suppose to most of the girls in this circle this was an opportunity to make out with me. I could see in their eyes their impatient desire for the bottle to stop spinning and land on them. Their hunger to taste me in their mouths because let's be real, I wouldn't be caught dead kissing any of them if it wasn't for this dare.

Suri is busy listening to her friend, that other Princess whose name I can't remember, when the bottle stops and all of a sudden...

This night did just get a lot better.

Well I'll be f*****g damned.

Suri has no idea what just happened, but it doesn't take her too long to put two and two together when all the other girls are staring at her like they're kids who had just gotten their lollipops stolen from them and then there's Raquel who was snickering like a crazy person.

Yup, she's totally on acid.

"What?! No way. No waaaay. Kiss him? Wha-" Suri declines fervently, but for a split second, I know she thought about saying yes right there.

Then she declines again.

"No, no, no." She lets out an awkward laugh, probably thinking everyone is insane for expecting her to just do that, but nobody humors her because everybody in this circle thinks she is insane for not wanting to do it.

The Princess next to her whispers something to her and her eyes widened and I saw her gulp nervously. I wonder what that was.

"We didn't ask you a yes or no question, new girl. Either do it or get the f**k out of the circle." Mica says, every word laced with irritation.

Not a second later, everybody else chimes in.

"Yeah, new girl. Don't be a pussy." "Why are you even here when you're not going to play?" "You are so lame."

Jesus, these girls are a bunch of cold-hearted bitches who don't have their own brains. They're like a flock of sheep that only followed the shepherd, and right now that was Mica.

I turned to Dev who looked visibly uncomfortable, but wasn't saying anything. My little brother was never the confrontational type. Then there was Wes who was busy making out with a different girl from the two twins earlier. I shook my head and sighed. f**k this. I'm over this bullshit.

Everyone turned mute as soon as I got off the floor. The only sound you could hear was the music blaring from all corners of the pool house.

Suri's eyes widened even more and her green and blues stared back at me. My heart beats even faster, and I suddenly realize that the closer I get to her, the more I start to feel nervous.

What the f**k? I never feel nervous. Not for anything or anyone. They get nervous because of me, not the other way around.

Damn it. Whatever. Let's just get this over with.

"Wh- what are you d-doing, Atlas?" Suri is a stuttering mess when I get to her spot.

I lowered myself down so I could be on the same eye level as her and instantly, the smell of her scent intoxicates me. f**k, why does she have to smell so good?

Both her friends are staring at me like I'm a ghost or some hologram that's too good to be real and in front of their friend, but I am real. I'm as real as it f*****g gets. "Atlas, I said what are you-"

I don't let Suri finish what she wants to say, nor can she, because the second I hold her face with my hand, she gasps and I see in her eyes every word in her head has jumped ship.

"I'm doing a dare and if you don't mind, I'd like it if you could cooperate." I whisper to her before a half smile forms on my lips, but Suri is a hard girl to bargain with.

She sends me an angry glare that, I'm not going to lie, makes me ache down below, but I push that thought away. For now.

"What makes you think I want to cooperate?" She hisses at me.

"Because I know what you want," my voice comes off hoarsely.

"You have no f*****g idea what I want." She bites back, her teeth gritted.

My face split into a wide grin as my hand at the side of her face went to caress her cheek and my eyes can't help but go down to admire her lips.

"Oh yes... yes I f*****g do, Suri."

And then I slammed my lips against hers.

I could feel Suri's hands on my chest, seemingly about to push me away, but instead, she held onto my shirt and stayed there.

We kiss like we can't stand the fact that we're kissing each other, but at the same time it's like there is nobody else in this room we would rather be kissing but each other.

Biting tongues, nibbling lips, pushing and sucking. Both of us are panting so much that one would think we'd been at this for hours.

Her hands move to my hair, gripping onto it like she doesn't want to let go, and I moan at her touch. My hands are all over her face and her neck, the urge to tighten my hold getting stronger by the second, but I focus on getting lost in all of her. Her lips on mine. Her warm body pressed up against me. Her ability to steal my f*****g breath away when we get at an angle that deepens our kiss even more.

It's raw. It's dark. It's... f*****g perfect.

And I know she'll be the death of me

At least we'll both be numb

And she'll always get the best of me

The worst is yet to come

Suddenly, everything starts to tune out. The music, the shocked gasps and murmurs of everyone around us, none of that mattered. All I could think about was how good she tasted, how perfect she felt on my lips, and how much I knew... That I was thoroughly and utterly fucked.