Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 53: Juicy What And Sexy What?

(Author’s POV)

As Elio and Leo were deeply engrossed in their own chatter about Myra, Myra however was trying to loosen the grip of his hand. Sensing what Myra was trying to do, Elio interlocked his fingers with hers, tightening the grip in the process giving Myra goosebumps. The intimate connection flabbergasted her.

He came close to Myra and whispered beside her ears, "Easy My~rahh, we’ll be there shortly. I don’t want you tripping and getting hurt again."

Myra’s earlobe turned crimson as Elio’s breath wiggled around it. Her own breath hitched listening to the way he spelled her name. The fact that Myra was blindfolded made it all the more sensual and sexy, her mind raced in frenzy by now.

She was about to counter him but couldn’t argue on that. After all, she has fallen and injured herself before and that too more than once. Biting her lips, Myra just followed Elio quietly.

Looking at Myra’s expression, Elio beamed at her, though she couldn’t see, holding her hand even firmly.

Soon after ten minutes of continuous walking, they arrived to where the supposed ’surprise’ was. Elio announced, "We are here" and let go of both Myra and Nora’s hands. But before that, he pressed his fingers, squeezing Myra’s hand.

The girls at once, took their blindfolds off and were mesmerized by what they saw. Nora screamed loudly startling both Elio and Myra, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, This. Is. The. Best." She started jumping up and down and running around like a child.

Seeing Nora behaving like an excited kid, Elio and Myra looked at each other and cracked a laugh at her antics.

Elio teased Nora, "Now that you are shouting and howling like that, it’s obvious you like the gift. Now call me, elder Brother Elio is the best."

Nora was too busy in her own happiness, "I don’t like it ..... I~ love it."

The place where Elio took them was lit up with big and tiny yellow lights which were complimenting the dark and twinkly sky above. This side of the forest was covered with yellow and orange maple trees giving sunshine like environment although it was night time. The trees were surrounding a beautifully placed natural hot spring, making the atmosphere misty and gorgeous, it felt like they were somewhere in celestial realm.

Amongst the haziness, two figures walked towards the others. As they looked closely, they were approaching in nothing but their lower half covered.

Myra’s eyes were about to pop out of their socket when she looked at Dion and Alaric’s half naked figure, her face flushed unconsciously. She was too shocked to avert her gaze and kept on gawking at them unintentionally, ogling like a lustful person. She had seen Alaric’s body like that previously but that day, Myra was too close to see anything properly and they were in an argument as always.

But now, as Myra looked at them, a seductive and unnatural sigh escaped her mouth, ’Woahhh, look at those muscles, those juicy packs, that sexy looking torso and the legs are just piece of artwork. What, wait~ wait~ wait~, hold on; get a grip on yourself Myra. Juicy what, and sexy what? Have you gone nuts, they are total players. You have experienced it first hand, so don’t fall for the thirst trap.’

Even as she thought not to fall for it, her focus was still on them or rather their bodies. Dion came close to her as Alaric made way towards Nora, asking, "You always wanted to visit a hot spring at night and party. So, here you go. This place is all yours to keep."

Saying this Alaric handed a box to Nora. Nora fanatically voiced, "Really?" and started unboxing the stuff. What greeted her was a purplish pink swimsuit.

Dion grinned and said proudly, "I chose it." Then he handed a same looking box to Myra and said, "Here you go. This one’s for you."

Myra hesitated, not extending her hands. She said, "No thanks, it’s cold, I’d rather not take a dip. Don’t mind me, please enjoy yourselves." Myra knew they were up to something and wasn’t going to give in no matter how much they wanted her to.

But there was always the exception of Nora. She came towards Myra and pleaded, whispering "Ra-ra, can you not come with me. It will be no fun without you" and made a sad looking face.

Just like always, Myra didn’t had the heart to disappoint Nora, and also the conversation from earlier about the Smiths was still fresh in her mind. She closed her eyes, and hummed an "okay" to Nora, pressing her lips tightly.

Taking the box from Dion’s hands, Nora took Myra’s hand and started walking towards the make shift changing room, "Let’s change into it and take a dip."

Nora quickly changed into hers and gave Myra the box, gesturing her to enter the room.

Myra wanted to say, she wasn’t in the mood but the excitement on Nora’s face made her words shut inside her throat. Sighing, she took the box and pulled the curtain.

Outside, everyone was waiting for Myra to appear. All the siblings and there wolves were adrenalized.

Soon, Myra emerged from the room, and a gasp escape from one of the brothers’ mouth.

It was a navy colored two piece swimsuit acquainting with her hourglass like figure. It was not too revealing which was a plus for her. The balconette bikini top was fairly complementing the off white skirt like bottom. They were covered by the white lacy see through cover jacket.

Without further ado, Nora and Myra made their way towards the pool. The boys however were rooted on their spots. Each of their hearts were frantically racing against their sturdy ribcages, even Alaric’s. The wind added fuel to their already frenzy mind, Myra’s scent travelling with it and infiltering their senses.

Elio followed the girls quickly, while Dion gulped hard, his stomach fluttering. Alaric bit his lips and hissed, ’It must be Alex.’ Then, they both trailed behind the others and walked in their direction.

Drey chimed in Dion’s mind, ’Isn’t our mate damn hot? Look at those plummy mounds and that appetizing body. It will feel good to mark and do her. I can’t even wait.’

Dion replied, ’Let’s not rush this time. She’s a human after all and isn’t aware of out kind’s existence. And also we have already made a bad impression on her. Don’t worry wolfie; she’s ours, our destined, our fated.’

To Be Continued . . . . . . .