Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 79

Suri Nightingale

Atlas had moved to my right side, gently tracing the other half of my body with his long and warm fingers, trailing them from my shoulder to my waist and to the curve of my b**t cheek. I felt so comfortable and so at peace that my eyes were beginning to close.

Just a quick nap for a few minutes so I can recharge a little, and-

"Are you guys done f*cking your hatred out of each other now?"

The voice came out of nowhere, and for some reason my first instinct was to shove Atlas off of the bed and he rolled off to the floor.

"Ow, f*ck! Babe!" He shouted after a loud thud echoed in the room.

"Sorry!"

The owner of the voice then arrived by the bedroom door, all smug stance and c*cky smile as his eyes observed me from top to bottom, and my cheeks flushed after realizing I was still n*ked. Wes.

"How-how did you get inside?"

He grinned as he waved a key card. "Extra key, sweet cheeks."

"So you're saying you could have gone inside this whole time-"

"But you didn't?" Atlas finished my question as he got up, now wearing his boxers again, but he still looked very scrumptious as a while ago.

"Pretty girl, I can see your n*pples hardening while you look at my brother. You're making me really jealous." Wes commented and my head snapped to his direction, and well, his erection too. Sweet baby Jesus in a manger, those sweat shorts are not hiding anything. These brothers, I swear.

He took a few steps forward, getting closer to the bed as his eyes remained glued on mine - lust and thirst circling in them.

"And to answer your question, yes I could have gone inside, but..." He reached the side of the bed and I couldn't help but get sucked in by the seductive aura practically dripping out of him. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face with his hand, the other flattened on the bed to steady himself.

"I figured you two needed the cooldown..."

I hadn't realized his other hand on the bed had moved from in between us to under the blanket until-

"Ah! Wes!" I yelped when I felt his hand cup my bare p*ssy, the warmth shooting an otherworldly sensation all over my body. It didn't help that my c**t was still tingling from what Atlas did to me. The blue in his eyes is like the center of a flame, searingly hot blue that burns right through me. "And then I can warm you up right after."

He leaned forward, diminishing our distance as he took my lips with his.

His tongue begs to be let in instantly and I get lost in it in seconds. It doesn't take me too long to get wet again and the need for Wes is overpowering everything else.

I needed to shower and fix my things before our check-out time, but all I can think about is having him do whatever he wants with me.

He suddenly shoved two fingers inside of me and I cried out in pleasure, though I didn't get to enjoy it enough as he pulled out too fast, making me gasp in which he quickly swallowed with his mouth.

When he pulled away, I blinked at the sight of his two fingers with a white sticky substance and it took me a second to realize it's Atlas' c*m.

And he had it all over his fingers.

Why the f*ck is that so weird and so hot to me at the same time?!

"You naughty f*cking girl, letting my brother fill you up, huh?" He grinned as his eyes glanced over to the side where I assumed Atlas was still standing.

"Open your mouth," he ordered as he made me lick his fingers and holy fuuuuuuck, I'm dead.

While I was sucking and licking his fingers clean, I felt him grab hold of my hand and he placed it on his very hard bulge.

Fuck. I tingled everywhere just as Wes let out a moan and tilted his head back ever so slightly.

When he looks back at me, there's so much need in his eyes that I'm slightly nervous about what he plans to do with me.

"My brother's going to let us have some privacy now because I would really like to f*ck your brains out or I think I'm the one who's going to go insane because of my overwhelming need to have you." He said so bluntly I couldn't help but feel my cheeks warm up. "I'll be in my room if you need someone who knows how to actually make you come, baby." Atlas teased, earning him a deadly glare from Wes.

I blushed like a f*cking eighteenth century woman who's learned for the first time that more than one man can want her and even fight over who was better. Jesus, I feel so in demand.

Wes turned back to me, but this time I could feel the determination burning in his eyes and oh my god, what had Atlas done? He's created a s*x monster!

Oh, wait. Wes was already one and right now, and for the unforeseeable future, I was his one and only prey.

"Take a deep breath and settle the f*ck in, sweet cheeks, because I don't like being challenged, so we're going to replace out how many times you can come in less than thirty minutes. What do you think about ten?"

I scoffed at him in disbelief, my eyes going wide. "That's impossible! I can't come that many times!"

Atlas is laughing, the look in his eyes enjoying this very hot torture of some sort before shooting me a wink and disappearing out of the room.

Wes forces me to give him all the attention again as he pulls off the blanket on me like it was insulting his entire existence, and suddenly, I am very n*ked and very h*rny.

I'm still unsure of how the hell Wes plans to go about this in such a short amount of time, but the second he pulled me up, laid down on the bed, and grabbed my a*s then sat me on his face, I pretty much already came all over him. Note to self: Never doubt Wes.

I felt his hands digging into my waist and thigh and I couldn't help but moan as I held onto his hair.

When I looked down, Wes shot me a wink just before he let his tongue run up my p*ssy, making my whole body shudder.

"Start counting, sweet cheeks."

By the fourth o****m, I can't even say anything other than curse words mixed with Wes' name, the overstimulation driving me crazy, but he doesn't stop. He keeps going and going until I've gone out of my mind with the sensation and I don't think I can sit down without my p*ssy vibrating all over my body. Number ten comes and I can feel myself dripping all over his mouth, but he cleans it up, every f*cking drop of it, sucking and licking like he hasn't been doing the exact same thing nine times before this.

My fingers are numb on his hair and on the headboard, as well as my legs and feet that have been bent on the bed. Oh god, I am destroyed, but boy was it worth it. When Wes gently lowered me back to the bed, he climbs on top of me, and he's got the biggest f*cking smug smile in the history of smug smiles.

"If any of my brothers try to outdo my record, I'll f*cking double it." He said as I felt the tip of his c*ck on my p*ssy.

Holy sh*t.

I'm so ready for every inch of him to fill me, but just when he was grinding right into me, Wes' phone sounded off and I have never been so mad at a goddamn ringtone! "Ignore it!" I shouted to Wes, but he's already glanced towards it because he lets out a frustrated groan, his head tilting backwards before he comes back to give me a frown.

"It's Keith c*ckblocker Whitford. I think we're checking out now," he says as he slides off to my side and my body shivers at the loss of his warmth.

Noooooo.

But also, sh*t, I haven't fixed my things or showered!

That realization was like ice-cold water on my body and I immediately got up out of bed and asked Wes to help me gather my things. Thankfully, my boyfriend isn't one to decline, as he gives me a peck on the cheek and a thumbs up. Wait a second, did I just say my boyfriend?

I'm blushing like an idiot while I rushed to shower and when I'm done, Wes took his turn, and just as he put his clothes back on, there was a knock on the door.

"Damn, that was clutch." Wes said as he squeezed my a*s before we walked over to my door and while I was expecting it to be Keith, I was instead greeted by Dev.

It takes him seconds to put two and two together, then he says, "I should have known you guys would be up to something while I had to do some business with dad."

I think I've made him mad for excluding him and I wanted to tell him it wasn't on purpose, but then he looks at me with such a wolfish grin, the new underwear I just put on completely drenched already, for f*ck's sake.

He then took a step forward, his right hand purposely shoving Wes away from me, earning him a scoff that he didn't give a f*ck at all about, right before he tipped my chin to face him.

Dev's green eyes turned into a pool of lust as he stared at me.

"You're mine for the entire flight, sunshine. Now I just have to figure out what to wrap around your pretty mouth."

"Wh- what for?" I stuttered.

He licked my lips just slightly, sending shivers down my spine.

"To make sure nobody can hear you scream."

Oh sweet merciful lord, give me the strength.