Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 53

Suri Nightingale

I blinked only once and suddenly, there was a fist flying in the air and it landed square on Anderson's face. Living in the slums for most of my life meant I've seen fights gone down at least three times a week, but none as bloody as this. With one punch, Atlas managed to break his nose. Or, well, rearrange his entire bone structure because there was way too much blood that came out of Anderson for it to just be a broken nose.

"What the f**k?! You f*****g a*****e!" He shouted as he held onto his nose that was gushing like a red fountain.

The devious smirk that formed on Atlas' face was more than enough to make my stomach and heart do a backflip all at once. Why the f**k is this turning me on? I have no idea, but earlier I was scared for my life and now knowing Atlas was here made me feel safe. "You touched her so now you'll f*****g pay. With your life." Atlas said with a raspy voice just before he yanked Anderson by the hand on his nose and hit him with another punch. This time, I could have sworn I heard another bone break and when Anderson moved his face, I yelped and stepped back at the terrifying sight.

Blood. So much blood.

How did Atlas manage to break his jaw with just that punch? How much strength did he really have? I mean, I know he's very physically active with sports and whatnot, but to that extent? It didn't seem human to me, but then again, I don't really know much about physical stuff so I guess that explains it.

"St-stop. Stop-" Atlas doesn't let him talk as he continues to pound his fists on the man, Anderson's body becoming more and more lifeless by the second.

"Whoa, what the f**k is happening?!"

When I turned around, Wes was looking at us in utter shock and horror.

"Take Suri. She doesn't have to see this." Atlas commanded Wes, but he didn't know that this wasn't entirely new to me.

It may be too queasy for me at times, but if this a*****e who's treated my mother and I like s**t for months is finally going to get what he deserves then I need to see through it. “Come on, honey bee, I'll take you to the ca-"

Wes moved to my front to cover the sight, but I stepped to the side and moved my arm to gently push him away. "No, I need to see this."

My eyes were locked at Atlas beating the living s**t out of him, but I could tell by Wes' voice that his face was intrigued.

"Oh? Well you heard that, big bro, our little sis doesn't want to miss out on the fun. It's a good thing I came running back here because I certainly don't want to miss it either."

I shake my head with a soft scoff. Even during violence, Wes can make a joke out of the situation. Not going to lie, though, it was... refreshing.

Atlas paused as he held onto Anderson by his shirt. He was on the floor, his fist bloodied (probably by Anderson's blood, not his) and he looked up at me then glanced over to Wes, his eyes burning with flames.

"Suit yourself," he said right before Anderson let out another scream, but was more of a gurgle because of all the blood in his mouth.

Holy s**t. Anderson is a dead man, and that's saying a lot because he is five times the size of Atlas and yet he wasn't even able to land one hit on Atlas.

I have heard countless stories of Anderson and the way he's beaten up numerous people. Even those in gangs. It was the only reason I never stood up to him because that would be very f*****g stupid knowing I would never be able to beat him, but Atlas... he looked like he could give a single shit.

And it looks like he doesn't need to either because he's beating up Anderson like he's the one five times bigger, not the other way around. It was insane, and also very intriguing to watch.

"You've got balls, little sis. I didn't take you for someone who likes violence." Wes commented and I looked away from Atlas for a split second to give Wes a glare.

"I don't like violence. I like assholes finally getting what they deserve." I replied as I slightly grimaced at a few teeth coming out of Anderson's mouth. The tooth f*****g fairy would be ecstatic.

I hadn't noticed Wes had leaned closer to me until I felt his warm breath on my ear.

"You're looking at Atlas like you want him to f**k you with his bloodied hands. If that doesn't say you're turned on then I don't know what else does. If I came up there and did the same..." I saw Wes with my peripheral view licking his lips seductively that I felt myself get wet underneath. What is he trying to insinuate?!

I couldn't help it. I turned to face him and boy, was that a terrible idea because that same wolfish grin on his face was enough to almost make me fall onto the floor at how fast my knees turned into jelly.

"Would you look at me the same way too?" His eyes looked me up and down and with the distance from his face to mine barely existent, I could just lean forward and kiss him right there.

Holy f**k, what am I even thinking about?

"I guess there's only one way to replace out," he said right before his head moved away from me and he casually walked towards Atlas as if he was just walking in the f*****g park.

"What are you-"

He doesn't even let Atlas finish his sentence before landing a blow on Andersons' gut, which made him scream again.

"f**k!" He shouted in agonizing pain and the two brothers glanced at each other with a grin, obviously pleased with their doing.

And oh... my... god...

Wes was right. That was hot as fuck.

The two began to go to work. They took turns holding up Anderson while the other brother took calculated blows all across his body so that he would feel the pain and still be conscious. I have no idea where they learned to do this, but they clearly knew how to go about it. They knew exactly what they were doing and I would be lying if I said it wasn't doing something to me, too.

By the time Anderson is completely beaten up to a pulp that he would likely need a tube to breathe, the two boys let go of him, dropping him on the curb and dusting their hands off as if that would take off all the blood on their hands and well, clothes. I'm still gawking at the sight of them and what just happened when my soul almost left my body as another voice appeared. "What... the hell did I miss?"

My head quickly snapped to the back and Devon was standing there, duffel bag on his shoulder, and he looked like he was just coming home from training as he was still wearing the academy's sport shirt.

"A lot," Wes answered before letting out a menacing chuckle.

Devon's brows furrowed in confusion, but it only took him three seconds to see the almost lifeless body behind us and put two and two together.

His eyes darted to me as if looking for an answer.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Self defense."

"Atta girl," Wes said at the back and I couldn't help but feel the blush creeping up on my face.

Devon doesn't seem all too convinced and he looks much more worried about the whole situation than all three of us combined. I guess it makes sense because now that the high from the situation was coming down, I realized there is an actual almost dead man in the streets and... uh... we might all end up in jail.

Well, they'll likely replace out Anderson Michaels' illegal charges, but all the connections he has in the underworld will lead back to us and that would mean chaos. I certainly don't want to drag the brothers in my mess. Keith would never forgive me and oh my god, the panic is setting in.

"Oh god, Devon, you're right," I said as the horrifying realization dawned on me.

"I didn't say any-"

But the panic had already eaten at me and I looked over at Anderson and to the brothers.

"We're so screwed! I'm so screwed! They're going to replace him and then they'll replace me and-and- they'll- they'll kill me! They'll kill us!" I've started to pace back and forth, going around in circles as my head fills with a high pitch buzzing noise and my mind checks out entirely.

It's gone. It's closed. Nobody is there anymore.

I'm hyperventilating or having an absolute breakdown when I vaguely feel a hand-three hands?-on my back, shoulder, and arm, gently caressing me in the hopes of calming me down.

Though none of it helps to pull me away from the panic that pretty much completely broke my brain like it's undergoing maintenance.

There's a warm caress of breath down my neck and then the low rumble of a voice as somebody whispers in my ear, "Nobody's going to replace us or kill us." I think that's Wes.

"And even if they do replace us, the only one getting killed is them." Atlas whispered as he stood behind me, his hand doing circular motions on my back.

Devon tightened his grip on my arm just enough for reassurance. "We'll never let anything or anyone harm you, Suri."

I wasn't sure what happened after, but when I managed to come back to my senses, I realized I was lying down on someone's lap while we were already inside a car. It was easy to tell from the moving motion.

"Are we sure that leaving him there was a good idea?"

I recognized that it was Devon, and by the way his body moved when he spoke, it meant I was on his lap.

"The ambulance should be there by now, anyway. We'll have no connection to it whatsoever. I got our tech guy to wipe out all the footage around the area so we're in the clear." Wes said and the sound came from the other side of the seat and then I felt a warm hand on my lower leg.

Oh my god, my legs were on his lap.

Also, they have a tech guy?

"That a*****e deserved to stay there until somebody found his dead body in the morning." Atlas said at the front. He was the one driving.

I don't think Keith would be pleased by that, but I doubt anyone in this car right now would tell him about that, or really, anything from this night.

It was weird. It was like... they were so used to it. It was like they knew what to do before, during, and after beating someone up.

I blinked a few more times until I managed to fully open my eyes and when I tried to get up, my head pretty much told me to f**k off and I groaned at the massive headache.

Why the hell does my head suddenly hurt?

"Easy. Take it easy. You, well, you kind of collapsed from your mini breakdown earlier." Devon explained as he gently held my head with his hand and I would be lying if I said our position right now wasn't doing things to my body. f*****g hell. Keep it together, Suri.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." I muttered an apology, not even sure why, but it just kind of came out.

I heard Wes' laugh that rumbled off his chest. "You really are something, Nightingale. You're the one who got harassed yet you're also apologizing? Jesus. You're almost as broken as we are."

The tone Wes used seemed like he was joking, but I know he wasn't. That part was true, but he used humor to mask the seriousness of it.

"Shut the f**k up and let her rest. Her head must be exploding right now." Atlas commented with such a strong and commanding tone that everyone immediately quieted down.

With the silence and the steady motion, it didn't take long for my eyes to close and for sleep to fully take over my body.

"Hm..." I groaned as I rolled around, the cottony sheets and strawberry-scented comforter was enough to let me know that I was back on my bed.

Ah, my sweet, sweet, bed that had a crazy high thread count. I've missed you so much.

"I've missed you, my-"

What?!

My eyes shot wide open when I felt something not like cotton and definitely way too warm to be an inanimate object. My suspicions were instantly proven correct a second later when my eyes locked with tantalizing blue eyes and a seductive grin plastered on a certain boy's face much too close to mine than normal.

Wes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after clearing my throat and internally thanking the fact that the only light present was the one coming from the moonlight peeking from the window because then he wouldn't see how incredibly red my face was. His smirk grew wider. "You don't have to stop on my account. You were saying how much you missed me, weren't you? What was that you were about to call me? My...?"

Wes held my gaze, smiling that half smile of his, and I knew I felt it then. I felt it at that second with just the two of us on bed, him visibly topless, our breathing somehow syncing together, and there was that little flip-flop in the pit of my stomach that told me that whatever Wesley Wolfe was doing...

It was working.

"Answer the question, Wessie." I surprisingly and astoundingly managed to change the topic.

The chuckle that escaped his lips didn't help to tame the butterflies in my stomach. He turned to lie down on his back, his head looking up at the ceiling as he laid down on his arms crossed behind his head.

Jesus, the muscles on his arm flexed so much that I had to purse my lips in order not to let out a pathetic whimper.

"We didn't expect daddy-o to have some friends over and it's not like we can enter the house covered in blood, could we? The only room that we could enter without anyone noticing was yours, so we had to come up with Plan B - Get Devon to distract them while Atlas and I carried you up here and scrubbed ourselves clean."

Two things I gathered from his answer.

One, they carried me all the way up to my room? From downstairs? How the hell?

Two, they scrubbed themselves clean? Is he telling me that right now, underneath my comforter... he's... n a ke d?!

"Guessing from how wide your eyes have become, you've realized that my movements are limited right now. Not unless... well... you want to see the show." Wes teased and goodness gracious, now my face was so red I'm pretty sure he could see them even with minimal light from outside.

Jesus take the whole f*****g car because I don't think I can handle this at all.

Wes moved his body back to face me again and now that I know what's underneath all that, my mind was going crazy.

He gave me a teasing grin. "Are you going to make me beg, Suri Nightingale?"

I swallowed the ginormous lump in my throat. What the hell is he doing to me?

Whatever it is, it managed to give off the fake confidence I mustered when I replied, "Only if it's something you feel you need to do."

It was quiet. Well, save from the water coming from the shower that Atlas was in. Imagine that.

Wes was naked on my bed, while Atlas was n a ked in my shower.

Though I don't even need to imagine it because it's already happening right in front of my own two eyes.

Wes wasn't saying anything, but by the way his eyes twinkled with the moonlight shining directly on him tells me that I... had him.

"You..." He smiled with a faint airy chuckle. "You got me. I'm begging. I'm begging so f*****g hard because I can't stop thinking about it, about our kiss and that's never happened before. Please kiss me. No, let me kiss you because I don't think I can help myself for very long." Uh... holy... s**t?

I blinked at him once, twice, unsure of what to say. And by the third time, when I opened my eyes, he had managed to move closer to me, his body slightly hovering over to my side and oh my god is that his bulge on the side of my thigh? Fuuuuck meeee.

I know I might regret this, but what's life without a few regrets? Boring. That's what.

Before my brain could actually process what my body was doing, my arms had wrapped around Wes' neck and this had inevitably pulled him so much closer to me that with just one movement, he could have my lips, and I could have his. "Does that mean my begging worked?" He teased with a grin.

I whispered, "Just shut up and kiss m-"

But he didn't let me finish as his lips slammed on mine and he was already taking my breath away in mere seconds.

His lips are hungry as he consumes me completely until I am nothing but a shaking mess in his arms. The comforter that was wrapped around his waist was't enough to really contain what he had underneath because I could still feel his bulge rubbing against my thighs, and lord have mercy, because my inner thighs were begging to be kissed, too.

Wes' lips are to die for. Wes' kisses brings you back to life and then kills you all over again. It's an insane conundrum that I have long stopped trying to figure out as I just let myself get lost in his touch, in his taste, and everything about him. "f*****g hell... there really is just something about you..." He moaned into my lips and f**k me, I felt myself get even wetter.

I can't do this. s**t. I shouldn't do this. What happens if-

That thought doesn't finish because the next thing I know, a door has swung open and light has flooded the room, lighting up Wes and I on the bed that it was more than obvious what we had just been caught doing.

By Atlas. Holy f**k.

I had no idea what to expect, but all I could do was stay frozen still on the bed as Wes moved away from me, the weight of him coming off was substantial and the cold breeze made my skin shudder without the feeling of his warmth. "Atlas-"

It only took one glare from Atlas for Wes to stop talking and something about the fierceness in his eyes made my stomach flutter.

Out of fear or out of... l**t? I had no f*****g idea.

Atlas was still dripping wet, a small towel (mine) was merely wrapped around his hips giving ample view of his Apollo's belt, as he took slow and calculated steps towards me. He doesn't take his eyes off of me, his eyes almost burning into my soul. There's a hundred different things I imagine him doing to me, and when I thought he was going to finally lash out on me...

He does something completely f*****g unexpected that I would certainly never have imagined him doing. Especially not with Wes right there on the same bed!

My heart is thumping loud and fast and my head is going haywire thinking of reasons as to why he's suddenly setting himself on the bed and only when he's stationed himself right next to me, his knees on my bed, and staring into me, that I manage to speak up. "Is- is there a- a problem?" I asked, as I stuttered after every word.

God, can I get any more pathetic? I'm doing terrible at hiding how much he's affecting me.

"The problem is, Suri..." he says as he leaned in and my eyes widened at the touch of his hand on my face and at our closeness.

"If I kissed you... I don't think I'd be able to stop."

And the world around me disappeared as soon as I felt his lips on mine.