Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 54

Devon

Wolfe

When I'm in the water, I feel infinite. I don't hear my own thoughts, I don't hear my own doubts. All I hear is the sound of the water sloshing in my ear and the voice of my coach continuously telling me to keep going. It's exactly what I do I keep going. Even if I reach the edge of the pool, I turn around and keep swimming until I hear the loud whistle signaling that I have once again beaten my own record. "f*****g A, Devon! You've outdone yourself again!" Coach Hozi shouted in his thick Irish accent as he ran up to the edge to congratulate me.

"Thanks, coach." I give him a smile before I push myself off of the pool and lie down on the side.

I need to catch my breath for a few seconds.

When I'm in the water, I feel infinite. So much so that I forget everything and everyone and sometimes I push myself too much that when the adrenaline rush dies down, my body starts to feel the crash. Ah, shiiiiit. I can feel my lungs trying to inhale as much oxygen as it could.

In, out. In, out.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds as my coach's words started to tune out in the background.

"Back in my days when I was training for the Olympics as the only Irish competitor, I was able to..."

He starts to talk about his Olympic days again, but after the fiftieth time he's told it to me, I've practically memorized the entire story. Even the part where he meets the love of his life in the bar they were celebrating at.

"Ah, Sabina was better than any championship, you know? The moment I laid my eyes on her, it was like I knew no other competition would make me feel like I've won as much as when I'm with her."

I wish to replace someone like that. I wish to replace the woman I feel the highest of the highs with that I never have to ever feel low again.

And most of the time I feel exactly that, like I've gone too low and I can't pull myself back up.

Then I remember her and things don't feel as bleak. I remember how her eyes glow and her smile shines wherever she is and suddenly, I feel more hopeful.

God, I really can't get her out of my mind, can I? I'm so f*****g whipped, just as Wes said.

Speaking of... I wonder what that i diot is doing with Suri right now? He sent me a text earlier just to piss me off and make me jealous that he was hanging out with her at the café. Typical Wes behavior. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you be and stop being a sappy f**k." Coach said as he threw me a towel and I managed to catch it at the last second when I opened my eyes.

"Now get some rest, you madman. You deserve it after beating your own record again." He sauntered off as he continued to mumble about my crazy sport ethics and how he's never seen anyone work as hard as me. He doesn't know that I do this just to drown out the voices because if I don't, I may be the one that will drown.

Once he's gone, I quickly get up and dry myself off. I checked the time and saw that if I hurry, I still have time to reach Wes and Suri at the café before it closes.

My phone pinged and I glanced my head towards it as I started shoving my clothes inside my duffel bag.

"Wherefore art thou, baby bro? Ever seen Suri in a tight fit pink top and short shorts? You've got about five minutes until you lose that chance."

A text from Wes, that teasing fucker.

Even if I rush as fast as I can, I still won't be able to reach them in time for that, but damn I'm tempted to leave everything behind and shift just so I could make it because in wolf form, I'd be much faster. Damn it. Priorities, Devon.

I slung my bag on my shoulder and started to drift past every obstacle on my way. I was so close to the parking lot when I heard my name get called from behind me and I sensed a familiar presence. "Dev," she said with a soft and muffled voice and I knew something was wrong instantly.

My suspicions were proven correct when I turned around and saw Destiny with a frown as she's obviously trying to stop herself from crying any more.

My heart fluttered at the sight of her looking like that and I quickly walked up to her.

"Des, what's wrong? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at the dorms?"

Though very unlikely for a Princess, Destiny chose to stay at the academy dorm. She had to beg her parents for months for them to agree and eventually, when they realized she wouldn't give up, they agreed. And, well, they renovated a whole floor just for her. As well as adding a 24/7 security team always walking around the place.

I knew why she was so adamant on it and I also know why she's on the verge of another breakdown right now - it was all because of her brother, Declan.

"Declan... He's... he's... my dad- he- ah!" Destiny cried out in frustration as she's unable to form one proper sentence.

"Sshh, it's alright. Take your time. I'm here." I take her in my arms and try to comfort her.

It's become somewhat of a second nature for me, doing this. She often has these moments and I am always the first person she runs to. There's a reason why I let her. There's a reason why all these years I can't replace it in me to let Destiny go, to leave her. She loosened in my hold and after a few minutes, she started to calm down and was less teary.

"My dad called and said Declan has been having breathing difficulties again. They'll fly him out to Europe tomorrow because there's a new trial for comatose patients there." She explained and my chest tightened, but I tried not to let her notice my discomfort. "It's going to be fine, Des. Your brother's tough, remember? He's going to pull through this like he always does." I tell her over and over again until I'm sure she's convinced by my words.

I just wish I was convinced by them, too.

By the time I finally get Destiny back to her dorm, I'm rushing ten times more to get to the café. Now I know I really won't be able to see Suri in the outfit Wes was talking about and it all feels a little too cruel. I just hope that Wes maybe took pictures and I can steal his phone later.

What I saw was not at the top one hundred list of things I would have expected to see.

Maybe at one hundred and one knowing wherever Atlas and Wes went, blood followed them.

Though, mostly Atlas. His anger management issues have been... a problem for him for a long time ever since our mother passed away.

Suri began to panic when my presence somehow made her realize that this was not good and they should not be acting as calm as they were.

Fortunately, we managed to reassure her, though I think her body still could not handle all the stress as she passed out.

"I'll carry her," I said immediately, and Atlas and Wes both looked at me like they wanted to disagree.

"Clearly, I'm the only one not saturated in somebody else's blood," I said and that made them agree right after.

They didn't know I had another reason in mind that I just wanted Suri close to me. No, I needed her close to me. They obviously didn't have to know that.

As I watched her lying peacefully on my lap, my heart hadn't stopped beating fast. It was so fast that it almost overpowered how strong the rush I felt while I'm in the water.

There's just something about her. Just... something, that makes me feel like I have to have more of her. That if I can't, then my life wouldn't be complete.

I've always wondered if she was my mate.

It seemed... rather crazy seeing as she was human and none of us really expected to replace our mates. It was just a concept we've known in the wolf aspect of our lives, but we all thought we would be different because we lived differently.

We were never in Packs. We never lived in wolf land or territories. We didn't entirely worship the Moon Goddess like we believe those wolves in Packs do.

Basically, we know where we came from, we know what we are, but only to an extent as we don't live that kind of life.

Thus the thought of having a mate just felt impossible.

Though if the electric feeling and the magnetic force I feel when I think about Suri or when I'm around her is pretty much what having a mate would feel like, then f**k, I'm screwed.

When we got back home, all three of us immediately sensed something was different. One whiff of the air and we all looked at each other with the same thought - there were other people present. Shit.

"You need to go inside and distract them while we bring Suri up," Atlas told-demanded from-me and as much as I wanted to decline, I had no choice.

Keith may know about who we are and he knows that we wouldn't be drenched in somebody else's blood if it wasn't for good reason, but his 'friends' from high society aren't going to be as open as him and the last thing we need is more suspicious eyes on us. "Fine, but you better take good f*****g care of her."

Atlas shot me a glare colder than negative temperature. "I'm going to let go of this lapse of judgment on your end just this once," he deadpanned.

"Oh, we will, baby bro." Wes winked.

The contrast between these two idiots. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

-

I'm halfway close to falling asleep as I talk to my father and the guests he has over, and though I appreciate a good talk about the future of Al in our world now, I would much rather have a nice cold shower.

And possibly check on Suri and hope Atlas and Wes aren't leaving me out of anything, those little shits.

"Father, I think I'll get some rest now." I informed Keith and he gave me a curt nod and smile.

He doesn't seem to notice anything is out of the ordinary and I hope the three have managed to settle in with the time I've given them. Half an hour or so is more than enough, I presume.

I debated between taking a shower first, but somehow my body went into autopilot and before I knew it, my feet were walking towards Suri's room and I couldn't stop it, so I just... followed it.

"Good evening, Sir Devon." Lucy sees me walking to the other side of the house, confusion flashed her face for a few seconds and I tried my best not to seem like I'm doing anything suspicious.

"Evening, Lucy. Moon's looking pretty tonight, huh? I gotta see it up close. The view's better on this side." I exclaimed, coming up with the best excuse I could give and by the smile she gave me, it looks like she easily bought it.

My heart is just beating a mile a minute as I get closer and closer to Suri's room and there are a thousand thoughts in my head wondering and debating what in the world I am even going to say to her. That is, if she's conscious. She must be resting after the day she had, but what if she wasn't? What if when I open that door she sees me? Then what do I tell her?

I had no idea that the second I opened that door, something much more unexpected was going to greet me.

I don't usually curse, but Jesus, Mary, and fuckin' Joseph, what in the ever-loving f**k is up with all the unexpected scenarios I'm coming across to tonight?

Suri Nightingale

There was just no f*****g way. I couldn't f*****g believe it.

Not when Atlas was kissing me so deep it was almost as if he was greedily trying to take all my breath away. Not when Wes was gently caressing my legs and leaving soft kisses on them that made my body go crazy. This. Was. Not. Happening.

"What do you want, Suri? Tell me, what do you want?" Atlas asked with a voice so raspy I felt myself get even wetter and I didn't even know that was still possible at this point. God, I'm going to need new sheets after this. Nope, this really was happening.

"Mm..." I moaned a little too loud on his lips when I felt Wes' warm tongue glide its way all over the bottom of my legs.

That sounds like such an unhygienic thing to do, but I can't even tell him to stop. I can't tell either of them to stop because holy f*****g f**k, everything feels so damn good!

"Answer me, baby." Atlas' much bigger hand found his way to my neck and he gripped onto it. Not too tight and not too loose.

"Don't hurt her," I heard Wes comment from below me but my body shuddered at the feeling of his warm breath on my skin.

I saw him give me a smirk and f**k if it isn't the hottest damn smirk I've ever seen.

"I know what I'm doing," Atlas responded with obvious steel in his voice.

I need to pacify this situation before these two end up ripping each other's heads off, not my clothes off from me.

"I... I want you..." I managed to whisper out to Atlas and the way his eyes glowed with mischief and his grip on my neck tightened, oh booyyy, I could have come right then and there.

And then it hit me.

Holy. f*****g. Shit.

Those eyes! That grip! Atlas was the guy that gave me the letter and threatened me not to follow whatever it said!

No f*****g wonder he seemed so familiar at times and oh my god, this assho-

My thoughts disappeared in a millisecond, thrown out of the window, lit into flames and turned into ash, as soon as he dug his tongue deep inside my mouth.

I cannot f*****g believe this.

But f**k me if it doesn't taste and feel like I've died and gone to hell.

Wes has moved on higher from my legs to my thighs and only inches from my denim shorts. My body can't stay still as I melt into Atlas' mouth and my body gets set on fire by Wes' warm touches and licks.

If I die right now, let it be known that it was the best f*****g death and it was all worth it.

Atlas pulled away from our kiss and the second I no longer felt him, I felt so empty and lost, but he doesn't let me miss him for too long as he breathes into my ear, a shiver running down my spine.

"I'm going to make you come so f*****g hard your body will feel like it's floating. I want you so f*****g wet for me that your come will drip down on these sheets and on my hand and I can smell you on my skin for days. I want to touch you, Suri, and you will let me. I want to watch and hear you scream for more."

Holy fucking shit.

I barely noticed my shorts getting torn off from me by Wes as Atlas pulled my top off. Talk about f*****g teamwork.

It's only when I'm completely n a ke d, do I feel my cheeks burn, especially when these two fuckers were staring at me like they've never seen a naked woman before. What the hell?!

"f**k me," Atlas groaned as I saw his adam's apple enlarge... and well... something else.

"Where the f**k have you been hiding that body?" Wes rhetorically asked breathily as his eyes blinked in disbelief.

Okay, enough with the show. I need them so f*****g bad my body is aching and fortunately, they must have sensed exactly that or felt the exact same thing because not a second later, Atlas gave Wes a grin and a look and they switched places. Atlas was now on my legs. Wes at my side.

"Miss me?" Wes teased as he licked his lips and I was about to respond with a cheeky comment, but Atlas doesn't let me.

Instead, I screamed 'f**k' so loud I was scared the entire house heard it.

Atlas f*****g Wolfe didn't even give me a chance to gather myself when I felt his hands gripped onto my legs and spread me so wide it was an open f*****g house.

I moaned and groaned as I felt his mouth moving all over my lower body, every inch of my legs, along the inside of my thigh, his tongue making sure to trace circles without missing any part of my skin.

He was hungry, and I was his first meal.

Wes was not f*****g around either. His lips taste like heaven, but feels like it's been personally curated by the f*****g Devil himself because holy f*****g s**t, kissing someone like this feels like a sin.

I moaned so loud when Wes' hand found his way onto my breasts. He squeezes it with a firm grasp, just enough for me to feel every finger of his imprint on my skin.

"f*****g delicious you are..." Wes moaned in between our kiss and I felt him grin against my lips.

I could say the same f*****g thing about him, but I can't speak. Especially not when Atlas had now gotten closer and fuuuuckkkk meeeeee, he's reached the f*****g x on the map with no f*****g problem at all.

He must have quickly realized the effect this had on me by the way I pulled on his hair because he continued, his tongue running explicitly over my clit like he was born to do this.

I couldn't help but wonder why it took me so f*****g long to wait for this. I mean, yeah, they were assholes to me, but these f*****g assholes knew their way around a woman's body. Specifically, mine.

I'm so lost in my own world of o****m and ecstasy that I didn't even notice someone else had entered my room until Wes pulled away from me and spoke up.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join us?" Wes teased and my brows furrowed at who he was talking to, though I should have known who it was already.

When I turned to my bedroom door, Devon was looking at us slightly shocked yet also totally aroused. His shorts weren't really doing a very good job at hiding the bulge growing by the second.

He then started to take steps towards us and I thought - holy f**k, is he actually going to join? Is this seriously happening?! Am I really going to be in bed with all three brothers?!

This all feels like a very hyper realistic dream, but when I blinked my eyes open again, Devon was hovering on the other side of me, those gorgeous green eyes of his easily pulling me in and I know that whatever he says, I would happily say yes to. "Hi..." He whispered and my cheeks blushed at how out of place that greeting was, but this was Devon we were talking about.

He was unusual yet it's what I liked about him from the very beginning.

"H-hi," I managed to groan out a greeting as Atlas continued to take his time on me, his mouth moving everywhere, higher, closer. Teasing and teasing.

Devon grinned and for the first time, the innocence in his eyes disappeared and all I could see was l**t and holy f**k, where has that been this whole time?

"May I?" He whispered to me as he leaned closer and I didn't even bother to answer that question.

Instead, I pulled him by his shirt and let my lips do the talking.

And good lord almighty was that a good f*****g idea.

Devon may have given that good boy next door image, but his kissing and his lips were that of a sinner's.

Devon takes me with his lips, deep and dirty, while I feel Wes squeezing playing with my nipples, and Atlas is enjoying simultaneously killing me and bringing me back to life with his tongue dipping down so low I thought he was going to reach my ass but he doesn't and he goes up in one unbelievably fluid motion over my opening and then to my clit.

The boys do this for God knows how long, all I know is that I don't want it to end.

There's nobody else in the world. Everything around us has stopped. Nothing but each of our lust for each other is present.

Each time Devon moaned into my mouth, Wes sucked on my breasts, and Atlas licked my clit, it was like I was being brought to a different kind of high I never wanted to come down from.

Atlas was so f*****g right. For the most part.

It wasn't just him that was going to make me feel like my body was floating. It was all three of them.

Heat continued to prickle my skin over and over again. Warm lips on my mouth. Warm lips on my body. Warm lips on my clit.

Like I said, I could die and say thank you to these boys.

The crazier thing was it felt like they are communicating with one another. Somehow when one does something, the other follows, and they do it deeper. Their movements are precise and I don't know the f**k they do it, but I don't want them to stop. And-

"Oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k." I'm panting and moaning as I start to see stars.

Every muscle in my body tightens. My fingers grip onto Atlas' hair, my nipples harden like a rock on Wes' mouth, and I bite onto Devon's lips as the pleasure drowns me over and over in waves and I can't get back up. I don't want to get back up. I come so hard and so much I feel it run down all over the sheets and Atlas' hand just as he said. My head moved back as I let out the deepest gasp of my life.

All three brothers have taken my breath away, and a part of me doesn't feel the need to get it back.

I feel my body go limp and I know I have no capacity to move. Even if I wanted to, it just wouldn't work. Every part of me is still recovering from the out of this world bodily experience it had gone through.

I felt my comforter get pulled up to cover me as somebody whispered softly into my ear. "Close your eyes, baby."

"Don't leave..." The words escaped my mouth before I could even process what I was saying.

There was a few seconds of silence before somebody replied.

"We won't."

As hard as I tried to keep my eyes open so I could take in the feeling of the three brothers around me, I just couldn't and I let myself doze off at the thought of them there; staying with me and keeping me safe. When I woke up the next morning, I quickly looked around but disappointment flooded me when there were no traces of any of the brothers.

I thought it had really just been some kind of very realistic wet dream, but the stain on my bedsheet says otherwise.

It was real. Everything was.