Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 7

Suri Nightingale

After that very eventful encounter with one of the brothers, I managed to finish breakfast and then decided to do a bit of exploring around the rich people's lair.

I debated between asking Lucy to go with me or not, but as much as possible, I didn't want to 'use' her because I felt weird having other people work for/under me. All of this felt weird so the best that I could do was try not to make use of the included... perks. I was walking around in my ridiculous purple-pink dress, getting rather lost, but slightly enjoying myself as nobody else was around to see me look stupid. Inside my head, I was also playing a game called 'Rate the Rich People Things by How Absurd It Is' and I kept snickering to myself.

When I passed by an enclosed dining area that was decorated for the Christmas season, I quickly realized that they have different dining areas depending on the occasion and I rated that as an eight because who the hell needs different dining rooms?! The other two points would be me accepting that it was kind of smart because then they'd never have to take down the decoration and put it back up. Not that they did it by themselves since they hire people to do everything for them.

This place was so massive I was beginning to think I would never fully see everything in under one day and not even if I had my own golf cart inside the house, and I would know they use one because I saw a black one parked at the side next to the sports room. I rated that a five- the golf cart. The sports room though, a solid seven.

"Oh my God, of course they have a freaking elevator." I said while shaking my head when I saw the eye-catching element by the spiral staircase. It looked like a glass tube that would transport you, quite literally, one thousand years into the future. Definitely a nine. I looked around the floor to see if anyone was there and when I saw that I was alone, I decided to go for it because what the hell?

When I stepped inside, there were five floor options - Basement, First, Second, Third, and Roof.

Since I had already seen most of the first floor, I opted to check out the other side of the second floor which was where most of the rooms were.

I clicked 'second' and enjoyed the calming jazz music playing in the little futuristic tube.

"Oh... so this is the other wing..." I mumbled to myself as my eyes scanned around the hallway.

It looked a lot like mine and... Atlas' side. Same doors, same carpet, same expensive decorations.

"I guess there's nothing much to see here." I was about to go back to the elevator and check out the third floor instead when I heard a muffled, yet distinct scream of a girls' voice.

"Yes, yes, harder!"

My head whipped so fast to the sound as my eyes almost popped out of my socket.

I thought I had just imagined it or that someone was just watching x-rated videos, but then, it happened again. This time much clearer.

"Oh your cock feels so good inside me, Wes! Yes, baby, give me all your cu m!"

Holy s**t. If anyone could see my face right now, they'd think I had turned into a freaking tomato.

I had to place my hand over my mouth in order not to let out any shocked nosies. Though I highly doubt they would be able to hear me.

I couldn't believe it, but at the same time I could, remembering what Atlas said earlier.

"Wes, well, that I'm not so sure. Probably f*****g someone in his room."

And he was right. Oh my God, I'm disturbed that he was because last I checked it's nine in the freaking morning. Did she wake up at an ungodly hour just to come over here and f**k someone or maybe... she's been here this whole night doing exactly that? I shake my head, both surprised and disturbed at this discovery.

The boys in this house are unhinged, man.

Note to self: Stay very far away from these deranged s ex maniacs.

I clicked the elevator button so that it would come back to me, but it was taking its sweet time to get back up, and before I knew it, the s e x room's door was opening.

s**t! I can't let anyone see me here!

I decided to go around to the back of the tube and crouch down, hoping that this was enough to not expose me.

"Thank you, Wessy." I heard the girl say in a flirty voice.

Wessy. I think I just gagged in my mouth.

"Next Friday again?" She asked.

"No can do. I've got a thing." The manly voice said and it seemed like he could care less.

I guess the girl wasn't his girlfriend which leaves her as just a f**k buddy.

"Seriously? Can't you just skip it for me? I promise I'll make it worth your while. I'll bring the handcuffs and the bondage straps that you like so much..."

Oh my freaking God. I don't know if I was liking being here out of pure entertainment, or being tormented having to listen to all of this.

As I wanted to get a look of which poor woman was desperately selling her soul to this man, I decided to sneak a peek by very slowly turning around and getting a view from the transparent tube.

Although hard to decipher, I could tell the woman was a long legged blonde lady. She was wearing a crop top and a mini skirt as well as pink heels. She looks like a Barbie, or the models who are starved before a fashion show. I have a strong feeling most of the girls around here looked like her.

The guy next to her, though, looked like a blonde and more bad boy version of Ken. If Ken was extremely ripped as he stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, his muscles in full display and now I understand why this girl was so desperate to have more.

Wes looked like he was completely done with the blonde lady, though, his back against his doorway like he couldn't give a damn. "As much as I would love to spank you all night, I said I've got a thing. Now go home. I need to take a shower." Ouch. Cold much?

Little miss blondie looked like she was still trying to keep herself together as she straightened her back and gave Wes a proud smirk. "Fine, but don't you dare get jealous when you see me hanging out with Jacob. I'm sure he'll love to use the clitoris maximus on me." The clitoris maximus what?!

I almost blew my cover when I accidentally let out a snort, but thankfully I managed to cover my mouth and the two didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they stayed looking at each other.

Wes, still unfazed, just looked at little miss blondie.

"Whatever. It's not like tiny little dick Jacob can satisfy you like me, though. Tell him to enjoy my leftovers."

Holy s**t. Did he seriously just say that?!

"Wesley!" Blondie exclaimed, relatively pissed and Wes didn't even bother to respond as he shooed her away and closed the door on her face.

Jesus, what is wrong with these boys?

Blondie released a frustrated groan before stomping her pink heels towards the elevator and-

Oh, s**t! She's going straight to me!

I tried to make myself as invisible as possible and hoped to God she was too pissed to notice anything else, and luckily, that's what happened.

When the elevator got to the floor, she didn't even bother to look around and just went down... down... and gone.

I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I was safe.

I got up from the floor and dusted myself off, still in shock of what I just encountered.

I knew that rich people were a whole different breed compared to us normies, but this? I had no idea they were this... wild. And not even in a good way. They seemed so untameable, I concluded that the best course of action was really to stay as far away from all of them as possible.

I was standing by the elevator and shaking my head at the absurdity of it all when I heard the door open again. I wasn't expecting him to come out yet so I panicked internally.

s**t, s**t, s**t. Just act normal. Pretend you don't see him and you're just waiting.

Unfortunately, that plan doesn't work out too well.

I heard him loudly clear his throat and he must have gotten impatient because right after he said, "are you just going to pretend you don't know I'm right behind you?"

Faced with no other choice, I sucked in a lungful of air and turned around to look at him with an innocent expression.

"Oh! Hi... um, I didn't... see you there." I smiled at him the best I could, but it was obvious I probably looked awkward as hell.

But holy mother of God, did I say he looked like Ken? I take that back. He looks so much hotter than a plastic doll. This guy is... he's... unreal.

Messy, but s exy light blonde hair. Icy blue eyes. Lush pink lips.

And defined muscles all around as he just stood there with the teeny tiny towel wrapped around him. He'd make one wrong move and it'd fall down in a second, revealing everything.

It was like looking at an angel, but standing in front of a devil. Dangerous. This guy is dangerous. Just like Atlas is.

I gulped nervously.

"Sure, right. You're a terrible liar." He said to me coldly, bringing me back to reality that no matter how hot this guy is, he was still very much a huge asshole.

I shake my head and muster another fake smile. "I don't know what you're talking about and if you don't mind, I'll be going now."

I rolled my eyes just as I was turning back around to get inside the elevator. I thought I was in the clear. I thought that once I turned around, mister clitoris maximus here would let me go, but I was wrong.

So wrong.

"Actually, I do mind." He says just before two hands positioned themselves at both sides of my head, against the elevator glass.

Oh my f**k, he was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face.

His blue eyes stared down at me while his thick and muscular arms entrapped me in between him.

My heart is racing inside my chest and I suddenly can't think straight. f**k, I can't think of anything else aside from how goddamn good he smelled, too. What kind of rich people cologne do these men use that their scents are so hypnotizing? "Wh- what do you think you're doing? I have to go." I stood my ground and did my best to sound unbothered, but I knew it wasn't working too well when he just smirked at me.

God, he looked so hot when he smirked.

Oh damn it, Suri. No, he's not!

"You will go when I say you will..." He says with steel in his voice. "Little sis," he licked his lips before biting them.

Are those nerves or butterflies in my stomach? I don't know anymore.

"Did you have fun listening in on my conversation? Or have you been here since earlier? When she was screaming how big my cock was?" He raised his brow at me and I felt my cheeks flushed. f**k. What the hell do I say to that?!

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Got it. You were here since the screams then."

Damn it. Is the expression on my face that obvious?

Uneasy silence and a hot tension rose between the two of us as we stayed in that same position for what felt like agonizing minutes.

His eyes looked at me like he was analyzing my every feature. Meanwhile, I was trying my best not to end up looking at him. And by that I mean the obvious bulge that was so close to touching m- Holy f*****g shit.

Did his... did his towel just fall to the floor?!

"Oops," he said to me as if he actually wanted or expected it to fall.

"What's the matter, little sis? Never seen a cock before? Oh don't worry. It doesn't bite. Although..." His face moves closer to mine and seconds later, his mouth is by my ear.

His whisper sent tingles down my spine. "You can bite it a little if you want. I like it rough."

I don't know how I managed to move after that, but somehow, thankfully, it's like my body saved me as I ducked under his arms and started sprinting away to the other side.

I didn't even bother to turn around to face the naked man named Wes, but I did hear him shout something that stayed in my mind after I was long gone.

"You're not going to last here, little sis! One way or another, we're going to break you, so I suggest you leave while it's still early. You're going to regret it if you don't."

I don't know what the hell their problem is, but after meeting two out of three of Keith's sons, I was certain I no longer wanted to meet anyone else.

"Suri?"

Just then I heard my name get called from behind me and I was internally cursing the universe. I'm sure somewhere out there, they were laughing at me as they watched me suffer for their entertainment. Damn it. Is it too late to run away from this place?