Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 48

Atlas Wolfe

"We need to get her the hell out of here." Wes speaks up, stating the complete obvious as he held on to Suri who seemed to be completely out of it. Her eyes were closed as her head positioned itself on Wes' chest. I try not to let myself get carried away by my own emotions, the things I felt when I saw him kissing Suri again. f*****g hell.

This time though, it's not anger that's coursing through me. It's worry and desperation because it's obvious that whatever the hell happened here, it was neither Suri nor Wes' fault. They had just been caught in a crossfire between the f*****g Madden brothers and the sibling feud they've had for years.

Those f*****g idiots. It's taking every ounce of my being not to go over there and beat the living s**t out of them, but I know that will cause even more trouble for Suri and us. I need to fix this first and then after I can have a little chat with those two, specifically Ryan.

"Can you two move closer over here to block out the cameras? I had to kiss her so she wouldn't show up in the photos. I didn't have a choice, okay?" Wes explained himself and I guess it was a relief, but still... I don't know, there's this f*****g feeling in my stomach that won't go away.

Devon and I did as Wes said, our bodies enough to cover the two so nobody notices us in that area. Not that they cared enough as their eyes were practically glued on the two boys beating the s**t out of each other.

"His guards are coming. Once they break up the fight, we can get out and bring her back to the room." I tell them and they both nod.

"Unh..." Suri let out groaning noises as she began to thrash around Wes' hold, her face contorting in all sorts of uncomfortable expressions.

"I... don't... feel... so... good..." She whimpered as she tried to push herself closer to Wes. Any more and she'd merge with him.

f**k. How do I tell him I want to hold Suri without sounding like I want to hold Suri?

"What's wrong with her?" Devon asks, the worry in his face also evident.

"It looks like that dick head Ryan put some drugs in her water. I don't know specifically what kind, but I found her practically crawling on the sand." Wes explained and that broke my heart even more.

Fuck. I should have fought her harder to not to go this stupid f*****g party, but she had made me so mad when she brought her up and even more so when she did that kiss with Ryder. But still, I should have... I should have done something!

"I told you that whatever happened to Suri, it would be in your f*****g hands!" Devon lashed out as he stared at me with fire in his eyes.

I already f*****g knew that, but it still doesn't give Devon or any-f*****g-body the right to get pissy on me.

I level him with a glare and threaten him through gritted teeth. "If you were so worried about her, you should have watched her but no, you were too busy on call with Destiny so don't you dare put this on me, a*****e!"

"Oh for f**k's sake, can you two stop tugging at each other's panties and focus here?" Wes waved his hand in between Devon and I before snapping his fingers to get us back to our main problem.

And as if on cue, Suri crouches down to puke by the side of the bushes and Wes lets out the girliest disgusted squeal.

"Fuuuck, these were my favorite beach shorts!" He whined and Devon and I couldn't help but snort.

"Just give her to me," I said with a nonchalant tone, hoping that I didn't sound so eager to hold her, and fortunately, none of them caught on.

Wes does as I said, the two of us changing positions as I cover Suri with my body, keeping her up by holding her from behind, my other hand pushing her hair back so it wouldn't get puked on.

Devon comes over to the side and gently pats her back and this gets some moans from Suri.

Moans that I definitely shouldn't be getting turned on by so why the f**k is the opposite happening to me? Jesus H. Christ.

"Sshh, you're fine, Suri. You're fine. Just let it all out. We're here." Devon says softly as he continues to comfort her.

The chaos happening right next to us had began to subside when Ryder's bodyguards managed to pull away Ryan, a few cops also appearing, and man, what a big f*****g mess. It really was a good thing Wes managed to cover Suri before they saw her. As the three of us waited at the side for them to all leave, Ryder looks around like he's trying to replace something... or someone.

When he saw us, his eyes widened-or as much as it could with that gnarly bruise-and looked like he was about to walk over to us.

This f*****g dense idiot! There's a reason why we're in the shadows!

I wanted to shout that out to him, but I couldn't without giving away our presence there.

I hadn't notice all three of us were giving Ryder the meanest f*****g death glare until he froze and little by little, took steps back until he finally got the hint and went away.

Eventually, with Ryder gone, everyone also dispersed, and thank f**k that was all over.

Without a second to lose, I pulled Suri closer to me before lifting her up to my arms, and something about her not rejecting us being so close to each other tugged at my heartstrings. She looked so peaceful and comfortable in my hold and I just wanted to look at her like that for hours.

"We need to get her to the room now. She needs a warm bath and a lot of f*****g liquids."

They both nod and just as we started walking, Wes turned around and ran back to the blanket and grabbed a bottle on the sand before sniffing it. What the hell is he doing?

Devon and I kept walking, making sure to take the route at the side because though the people are no longer looking, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Wes catches up to us just as we were coming back to the lobby.

"I sniffed the bottle she drank from to figure out what it is that is in her system and it's bad. It's f*****g bad." He said, his voice low so nobody else hears but us. "What did she take?"

Wes cuts both Devon and I a look. "Molly and Ketamine."

Fuck. I've never done drugs, but I know enough people who do to know the effects of it on their bodies, especially on smaller ones like Suri's.

Ketamine produces hallucinations. It distorts perceptions of sight and sound and makes the user feel disconnected and not in control. It's no wonder Suri could barely keep herself up and was crawling on the sand.

Molly acts as both a stimulant and a hallucinogen, producing an energizing effect, distortions in time and perception, and enhanced enjoyment of tactile experiences. It also gives a feeling of euphoria, of closeness, empathy, and sexuality. Basically, she's going to get really f*****g horny.

We hurry back to the room. Devon is pressing the elevator keys continuously as if it'll make iit go faster and Wes can't get himself to stand still for a f*****g second.

I hold Suri tight and as close as I possibly can to me while I feel the dread start to take hold in my stomach.

"Please... please... make... it... stop..." She pleads in my arms and I try not to look at her because I know that if I do, it will break my f*****g heart.

"We're almost there, Suri. You're going to be fine, okay?" Devon is the one that tries to reassure as he looks at her, his face really close as he nods. "I... want... to... kiss... him..." She mumbles, making me turn to her in surprise.

Is she blurting out her own thoughts?!

"His lips... look... so... soft..."

f*****g hell, she is.

"She said the exact same thing to me earlier." Wes commented as he tried to stifle a laugh and I glared at him making him quickly shut his mouth.

Devon, on the other hand, can barely contain his blushing. For f**k's sake.

Fortunately, the elevator stops as we reach our floor and I move as fast as I can to get the hell out of there and to her room.

"Get her key!" I whisper-shouted, not wanting Keith to wake up and hear us moving and talking around right next to him.

"I don't know where the hell it is???" Wes said as he looked all over Suri but I can understand his dilemma.

Where the fuck are the pockets in her outfit?

"Dude, I literally don't see any other place where she could hide her key card besides her..." The three of us stare at each other and we know damn well we're thinking of the same thing. Jesus H. Christ. This is a whole f*****g mess.

"Let me get it, I'll just-"

"No," I growled at Wes whose hand was already an inch away from her chest.

"Well what the f**k do you want us to do? We can't bring her to our damn room. Hers is perfectly f*****g fine if you just stopped being so pissy about this!"

"Ughhh," Suri groaned as she curled into me, her hands coming up to her ears to cup it, probably getting iffy about all the noise around her.

Fan-f*****g-tastic. She moved closer to my chest so now it's going to be harder to pull the card out of her... bikini.

"f**k, fine. Just get it. Hurry up." I gave up. I just want this s**t to be over with.

"I'll do it," Devon cut in. "Turn around and cover us from the cameras so we don't get reported to the damn police for s****l harassment."

"Just the tip. You don't have to get your hand too deep in and-"

"I know what I have to do," Devon said as he shot me an 'are you serious right now' look and I rolled my eyes at him.

He's still being a pissed off prick. Fine, whatever.

A few seconds later, he pulled the key card from her and we hurriedly got inside of her room and I laid her down on her bed.

"Uh... now what?" Wes asked as he glanced between both Devon and I and then back to Suri who was curled in the bed.

"Devon, start the water and put some f*****g lavender or whatever the hell that is they put to calm someone down." I told him and he gave me a curt nod before going into the bathroom. "How do you expect to put her in a bath with all of... that?" He pointed his hand towards Suri's extremely bejeweled outfit and f**k, he's right.

It's not like we can strip her ourselves...

Right?

Yes, for f**k's sake, Atlas. What are these thoughts? Not the time to be thinking of her that way!

Suri groaned as she squirmed in bed and when she rolled another time, the clasp on her skirt... well, unclasped.

"Oh, fuck." Both Wes and I mumbled, our jaws almost hitting the floor at the sight of Suri in just her f*****g underwear.

s**t. s**t. Shit.

She then began to giggle out of nowhere and I know that high is hitting her real f*****g hard right about now.

"These sheets are so soft. Ah, soft sheets. I feel like I'm on a cloud. Am I flying? I think I am. Mom, I'm flying!" She giggled and Wes, the fucker, is laughing at this like it's entertainment. Okay, it is a little, but f**k, we need to help her.

"Oh, wait. I don't have a mom anymore." She added and that proves even more so that we need to get a f*****g move on with this.

"Devon, the bath! Is it ready or what?!" I shouted out to my brother in the bathroom as I walked over to Suri so she wouldn't muffle her damn face on the pillows. A total f*****g breathing hazard. "One f*****g minute!"

f**k. Everyone is on edge right now.

Well, except Wes, I guess.

"Dude, just take the top full of jewel crap off of her. She's already taken her skirt off, anyway." He says and well, he makes a good point.

I put my knee on the bed to position myself to pull her closer towards me, but what I wasn't f*****g expecting, was for her to suddenly turn to me and then her eyes, fuck, her eyes look at me and it doesn't take me more than a second to get hypnotized by them and before I could process what was going on, she's pulled my arm and knocked me down on the bed, right on f*****g top of her.

Wes burst out laughing as Suri began to move her body underneath me.

"You feel so warm... so nice... I want... more..."

Fuuuuck. I know this is the drugs inside of her talking, but f**k if it doesn't turn me the f**k on. I have to shift my hips in order not to get a f*****g hard on, but it's getting real f*****g hard. Metaphorically and literally speaking.

"Stop laughing and help get her off me, you dick head." I snap at Wes and he quickly runs toward us.

"No! No! Don't take my soft pillow away from me!" Suri shouted, or well, begged, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

Jesus, Mary, and fuckin' Joseph. This woman is killing me.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." Suri repeated as she hugged me closer, her lips right next to my ear and god damn it, yup, there's my hard on.

"Wes! A little help here!" I shouted out to Wes though honestly, I wouldn't mind being in this position for a while.

Damn it, if the circumstances were so much more different, I wouldn't even think twice because right now, her lips barely an inch away from mine is getting real f*****g tempting.

Wes goes behind me and we try to speak to Suri softly as he gently tries to pull Suri's tight grip all around me.

"Come on, meat, let poor little Atlie go." Wes nudged and this makes Suri do a weird sour expression, but because she's not really in full control of herself, it just kind of looks like a toddler pouting.

f*****g hell, if that isn't the cutest damn thing ever.

"I'm not a meat! I'm Suri! Suri Nightingale! And this pillow is mine!" She grumbled just before tightening her hold on me again and Jesus H. Christ, if she keeps on doing this, I swear to all the f*****g dieties that I won't be reliable for what I'm going to end up doing. My erection is pressed so close to her. Two tiny strips of clothing barely stop it and the more she moves her hips around, the more I internally cry out in pleasure.

Oh, for f**k's sake. Seriously? Now the top decides to unhook itself from her?

Suddenly the bathroom door bursts open and Devon comes out with the biggest stupid shocked face. I would like to take a picture and laugh at it in the future, but I really can't use my f*****g hands or anything else for the matter, can I?

"What the hell? I run a bath and you guys are here f*****g around?"

"We're not f*****g around. Suri won't let Atlas go thinking she's his pillow. Do something if you can." Wes says and Devon grumbles something under his breath before stalking towards us.

He goes on the other side of the bed, grabs another pillow, and tries to insert it in between Suri and I. Suri doesn't even seem to notice what the hell is going on and a minute or so later, she's tightly holding on to the pillow and giving it the same praises she gave me earlier. "How did you know that was going to work?" I asked and Devon just shrugged his shoulders.

"She's not letting that pillow go for the meantime. You'll have to bring her into the bath with it." Devon explains and I'm intrigued and confused as to how he knows the mannerisms of someone high, but I forget about it for now. Not important. "Guess we're also cleaning the f*****g pillow then." I say before taking Suri into my arms again and we gently, as gently as f*****g possible, put her into the water.

"Someone has to watch her so she doesn't drown. She can soak for about half an hour then we can put her into clean clothes, feed her because she's going to get f*****g cranky when hungry, then hopefully the drugs will start to wear off by then and she can sleep." Wes and I both nod at Devon and we hurriedly do all that he said.

Suri keeps her eyes closed as she hugs the pillow in the water. It's f*****g weird, but for some reason, she still looks pretty as hell doing it.

It's a good thing nobody else is here so they don't notice me staring at her. Wes is in her bedroom looking around her luggage for new clothes and Devon is ordering room service.

Suri suddenly blinks open her eyes and looks at me with a frown. "Why does that man look so sad?"

My brows furrowed at her question. Is she... blurting out her thoughts again?

"He looks so handsome, but his eyes are missing the life in them..."

f**k. What the hell?

Her words take me aback and for some reason, it hits me a little too directly and with her staring at me like that, like she's really looking inside of me, I can't help but have a whole f*****g zoo go ballistic in my stomach. What the f**k are you doing to me, Suri?

"I know that look, you know? I looked at the world the same way when I lost my mom. She was my world. Ah, she is still my world." She smiles, but not in a happy way. Her lips curve and I know she's remembering some sad memory and it's bittersweet to her. She grips onto the pillow even tighter as a tear rolls down her cheek. f**k. I want to hold her.

"I just want to go home..." She whispers and I can't tell if she means home back in Los Altos or wherever home means for her. I don't think she's talking about the shitty place she lived in before Keith found her though.

"But even that I don't really have," she says and then it made sense to me.

She starts to cry even harder this time, her tears mixing in with the water in the bath.

"I thought I could replace a home here. I thought I would finally be able to be happy here, but that was stupid of me. Really... really stupid..."

"Why?" I said, my voice coming off a little raspy.

I wasn't supposed to say anything, but I couldn't help it and the question just escaped me.

Suri looks up from the water and she stares straight at me. Her eyes have turned slightly red, not sure if it's from crying or the drugs, or both. But seeing her like this, seeing her so vulnerable makes me want to pull her close to me, wrap her in my arms, and never f*****g let her go.

"Because no matter where I go, no matter who I become, I will always be me, and girls like me can never have good things in my life. I may be in pretty clothes and live in a pretty house, but I will never belong here."

f**k. She's so f*****g broken that she can't even think good about herself.

"Even the boys in that house think the same about me."

s**t. Her saying that does something to me and f**k, I can't. I can't f*****g do this.

I get up from the chair that I've placed next to the bathtub and walk out of the room, passing by an enraged Devon.

"What the f**k? Where are you going? Did you leave Suri by herself?!" He shouted at me as he hurriedly ran towards the room.

"I can't do this. I'm going to our room. Fix... fix her." I said and without turning back, even when Wes and Devon were cursing up a storm at me, I kept walking and got back to our room. Everything was so messed up now. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Everything I did and everything I do is for my brothers and I. My family. The only f*****g family I have left. Suri... Suri coming into our lives was unexpected and I knew I had to do everything I could to keep her away because, like she said, she doesn't belong here.

But, f**k me, because right now, all I can think about is her words and how I felt the exact same way, but now...

I don't know if I f*****g believe in them anymore either.

I don't know... if Suri really doesn't belong here.

Because as much as I try to deny it, I still know deep down inside of me that I would let hell break loose on earth if Suri Nightingale ever disappears from our lives.