Savage Desire
Chapter 33

To say Phillip was stunned at Jeremy's behaviour wouldn't be accurate. He'd felt his friend's anger in that command. He definitely didn't think Jeremy summoned him just to give him a hug. He could tell when Jeremy was angry. And much as everyone knew Jeremy had much to be angry about, Phillip didn't know which one had resulted in his summons. But the fact that his friend was angry didn't stop him from hugging him back fiercely.

"F**k, I missed you." Phillip groaned, feeling Jeremy trembling against him.

Jeremy couldn't speak. He realized that having his friend in his arms actually gave him strength and some peace. He couldn't believe he'd actually been angry at Phillip just seconds earlier. If anything he owed his friend his gratitude.

"You have no idea how much I missed you. Will I sound terrible if I admit that the one person I wanted with me in that godforsaken place was you? I knew that having you with me would make everything more bearable." He groaned. "You've always been my rock Lip. And I'm so grateful to you." Jeremy knew that he hadn't meant anything more.

"I'm gonna box your ears if you make me cry." Phillip growled shakily even as he tightened his hold on Jeremy. After a while both men stepped back from each other. "I had a feeling you wanted to kill me earlier." Philip drawled.

"I did." Jeremy chuckled, heading towards the living area. "But someone told me how stupid I was being." He flopped into the couch whilst Phillip sat in another.

"What the fuck happened here?" Phillip asked when he saw the shattered glass.

"I happened." Jeremy growled. "Wait till your mate tells you he kissed someone else."

"Shit, Jeremy tell me you didn't..." Phillip shot to his feet with eyes filled with panic.

"Relax cowboy." Jeremy drawled, waving Phillip back into the couch. "Ryan is fine." He shook his head in amusement. "As if I could actually harm my mate." He drawled, then promptly winced, making Phillip burst into laughter. "F**k you, Lip." Phillip sobered, his eyes growing serious. "No one in their right mind would harm their mate. Always remember that." Phillip said softly.

Jeremy nodded. "What's this I'm hearing about you replaceing your mate?"

Phillip groaned and rubbed his hand on his neck in a sign of frustration. "I don't know his name. And I don't know where he is. He's just a kid. About sixteen years of age. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. Don't know why Luna decided to give me a kid but hey...who am I to question the great Luna?" He growled low in his throat. "Everything happened so fast. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. I know he's not dead because..."

"You feel him." Jeremy said softly. He hadn't believed the tales about 'the click' till he'd felt it himself the very first moment he'd laid eyes on his mate. It was almost as if something clicked inside and a connection was instantly formed. He wasn't surprised at all that Phillip could feel his mate.

Phillip nodded. "But I don't know if I'm ever going to see him again. End of story."

"Shit." Jeremy groaned. "How do you feel?"

"How do you think I feel?" Phillip snapped. "I can't f**k anyone because my wolf wouldn't allow it. Imagine all the tension and stress within, thanks to the battle." Phillip stood up and began to pace. "I need a good fucking release but I'm stuck with my hands." Jeremy stared at his friend. He knew exactly how it felt. A male werewolf needed a good sexual release after any violence or excitement. That was just how they were wired. He also knew how frustrating it was to be prevented by one's wolf from having s*x. Immediately a werewolf found his or her mate, the wolf would allow s*x with only the mate. Same had happened with his wolf when he found Ryan. Maybe if his own wolf had allowed him to f**k any other person that night, he wouldn't have... Jeremy felt his wolf growl warningly within him and wished he could give the beast the finger or something.

"We'll replace him Lip." Jeremy stood up and went to his friend. "Even if it's just for you to get laid." He drawled, drawing Phillip into his arms.

"You're an asshole." Phillip laughed.

"Anything else you wanna tell me?" Jeremy asked as he went back to his seat.

"How about a run?" Phillip asked, getting to his feet and going to the bar area to get some coee laced with brandy. "I could call Stan and Paige to join us."

"That would be great." Jeremy stood up just as Ryan came back from the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

Jeremy stared. Oh god, he's so stunningly beautiful, Jeremy couldn't stamp down the thought that sprung to his mind. When Ryan caught him staring, Jeremy smiled and then started towards the closet where Ryan was headed. "I'm going for a run with Lip, Stan and Paige. Wanna come?"

"No. Go spend time with them." Ryan said as he pulled on boxer briefs beneath the towel. "I'll organize some breakfast for you four."

"Better make it lunch." Jeremy said, watching as Ryan pulled on blue jeans and a baby-blue polo shirt. He looked so fucking sweet. "We're probably going to run all morning. I'll pass through mum's before I come back."

"Okay." Ryan watched as Jeremy turned to go. Something didn't feel right but Ryan couldn't put a finger on it. "Jeremy?" He waited till his mate turned to look at him with a raised brow. "Are we okay?"

"Sure." Then Jeremy went to join Phillip behind the bar.

By the time Ryan came back to the room from the bathroom where he'd gone to hang his towel, Jeremy was opening the door for Stan and Paige. After hugging Stan, he just stared at Paige. Ryan watched them with bated breath. "I'm so sorry, Jer." Paige murmured, looking so contrite. "I thought I..."

"You did what you had to do so don't sweat it." Jeremy muttered. "But if you ever..."

"I will never put his life in danger again, Jeremy. I promise." Paige breathed shakily. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"You know, I can't help but remember how you felt about him in the beginning." Jeremy leaned closer, his eyes fierce. "Makes me wonder whether this was a form of punishment..."

"Don't you dare complete that sentence Jeremy Stanton." Paige hissed as angry tears sprang to her eyes. "I love Ryan. I would never intentionally harm him and it hurts that you would even think that. Please don't be ugly about this." She whispered shakily, trembling visibly but she didn't back down. "I'm not expecting your forgiveness." The tears fell then. "I don't deserve it. But I sure as f**k don't deserve your insults."

The devastation on Paige's face was killing Jeremy. The alpha knew he'd gone too far but he also knew why he was so angry at his friend. He couldn't look at his mate's face without picturing someone kissing him. And it was all thanks to Paige. But no matter what, Jeremy knew that he had to make things right with Paige. People made mistakes. He should know. He gave a shaky exhale.

"I'm sorry, Paige." Jeremy said grupy. "I just... said what I thought."

"That was a shitty thing to say." Paige hiccupped, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

"I know," Jeremy drew her into his arms, "but come on, you do it all the fucking time, Slip. I do it just this once and you want to crucify me?" He murmured into her hair. "I'm sorry."

"All I wanted was for him to dream about you because I knew that would cause him enough pain to push him to force the council to...make Luna bring you back. I just wanted him to feel some pain." She said tearfully.

"I didn't want him to feel pain, Paige." Jeremy rasped. "I went to great lengths to make sure he didn't have to."

"And much as that was sweet and mushy as fuck, it was a silly thing to do." Paige managed to growl through her tears. "For him to save you, he needed to feel pain, you moron. And I thought dreaming about you would fill him with that pain. I definitely didn't want to cause him harm. I was there the whole time just to keep an eye on him. That stupid warlock just..." She shook her head sadly. "He obviously had a death wish. And he decided to seek some revenge along the way. Silly me made it easy for him."

"That's what they do, Paige." Jeremy sighed. "They can't be trusted unless they are part of you. Why didn't you talk about your plan with someone else? Deloris would have helped you."

"No, she wouldn't have, and you know it." Paige snapped. "No one wants to go against Luna." She tried to sneer but her shaky voice ruined the elect, making Jeremy laugh despite himself.

They stood there for a very long time, with Paige sobbing quietly. They were tears of joy and relief that Jeremy was back. She didn't care at all that they'd had a fight. It wasn't their first and it was definitely not going to be their last. She was just happy that he was even there to fight with.

Ryan watched the scene quietly and then retreated to the study. He'd wanted to interrupt Jeremy and Paige's fight but Phillip and Stan had signaled him not to interfere. At least they seemed okay. Inside the study, Ryan sat behind his desk and stared at the couch on which he'd begged that warlock to give him a kiss. The rug had already been changed as it had been stained with the man's blood. He reached for the phone and gave firm instructions to Will, the one in charge of maintenance. He wanted that couch changed immediately, and everything rearranged in the study. He knew that even if another couch replaced the old one, it wouldn't stop him from remembering what had gone on at that particular spot. Ryan also requested that the shattered glass in the Alpha's suite be replaced. After that, he called to order lunch in the main dining room inside the mansion. He thought Gloria, Joel and Deloris could join them for lunch.

Ryan stared at his mate's captivatingly gorgeous face. He looked to be in deep thought. They were in bed after a busy day. Lunch had been a fun a air with Gloria and Deloris telling everyone stories about the battle. When Gloria recounted the story about the three Wyatt warlocks, everyone erupted into laughter. And Reynard Wyatt's silly talk definitely amused them. Even Paige had felt free enough to recount some of the funny things the albino had said to her. She'd insisted that at a point she'd actually thought the man was a professional comedian. It had been a fun time and by the time everyone left, it was already evening. Immediately they'd gotten back to the suite, Jeremy had informed Ryan that he needed to see the high priestess. He thought he should at least apologize for trying to kill her. Ryan had encouraged him to go because he thought that Jeremy really needed to do that.

Around nine p.m., Gloria had called the suite and asked to speak to Jeremy. When Ryan informed her that his mate was meeting with the high priestess, she'd told him that she'd gone to see the priestess with Jeremy and that they'd only spent about thirty minutes at the woman's house. According to Gloria, she'd just had a call from the high priestess saying that Jeremy had left his cell phone in her home. And since Gloria couldn't seem to get Jeremy on his mind-link, she'd decided to call the suite instead to tell them that his phone was at the residence of the high priestess, just in case he was looking for it. Ryan had thanked Gloria and promised to pass on the information. From what Gloria had said, Jeremy was obviously not in the pack house. She would have been able to reach him on his mind-link if he'd been there. Ryan acknowledged the fact that Jeremy was a grown man and an alpha who answered to no one. But it still hurt that Jeremy hadn't told him that he was going out. He deserved that, Ryan fumed. After all, he was his mate. Jeremy had come back to the suite around midnight, and told Ryan even before he could complain, that he'd gone out with Phillip and Stan. He said he'd decided to go hang out at their favourite joint. Ryan had curbed his irritation and nodded his understanding. He didn't think he needed to give Jeremy any stress after what he'd had to endure at the Fort. If he wanted to kick back and relax in his favourite joint, so be it. But Ryan hadn't been able to curb the panicky feeling that had settled inside the pit of his stomach. Just one look at Jeremy's face and it was obvious that his mate wasn't uncomfortable around him. Oh, he could feel Jeremy's desire for him all right and he wanted him right back but for some reason, Jeremy didn't seem to want to be alone with him. F**k, his mate hadn't even given him a kiss since his return. Apart from the first few minutes of raw a@ection and desire that Jeremy had displayed immediately after he'd woken up from his deep slumber, he hadn't been his usual afectionate self. It was almost as if Jeremy had erected a wall between them. In fact, his mate had shown other people more afection than he'd shown him. And that hurt a lot.

Ryan knew the exact moment that the emotional barrier had gone up. It had been immediately after his revelation that he'd kissed someone else. He didn't understand why that should be an issue though. He'd been under a spell for goodness sake. He had to take that wall down any way he could, Ryan thought determinedly. But how?

Jeremy had taken a long shower and then joined Ryan in bed but he'd stayed on his side of the bed. The glass that he'd shattered earlier had been replaced with a tinted one this time. From the bed area, one could see anything on the other side of the tinted glass, but someone on the other side wouldn't be able to see anyone inside the bed area. The darkness of the glass made it seem as if they were inside a cocoon, cut o from the world but on the contrary, Ryan had never felt more distanced from Jeremy as he did right then. It was almost one a.m. but Ryan was stung too tight to even feel sleepy despite the fact that he'd woken up very early the day before, thanks to Jeremy. He turned on his side and look at Jeremy.

"Jeremy?" Ryan called out softly and watched as his mate turned beautiful blue eyes on him. Ryan's felt a chill trickled down his spine at the myriad of emotions that swirled in Jeremy's eyes. The discontent and wretchedness in those eyes made Ryan's heartbeat quicken with dread. He swallowed audibly. "Jeremy, I'm sorry." Ryan didn't know what else to say. Yes, he hadn't been conscious of his actions but somehow, he felt he needed to apologize. "Please. I thought I was dream..."

"I know Ryan." Jeremy groaned, turning on his side to face his unhappy mate. "It's just that...f**k!" He swore, rolling back onto his back and flinging an arm across his eyes. "I need some time, please." The anguish in his voice couldn't be masked. Ryan whimpered. What else could he say when someone asked for some time? "I understand." He responded quietly and rolled over to face the other side.

"Fuck!" Jeremy exploded and shot out of bed and out of the bed area.

Ryan didn't turn to look at his mate. He just willed himself to sleep but the tears clogging his throat made sleep impossible. After what felt like hours but was in fact, less than an hour, Jeremy came back to bed and pulled Ryan's tense body against his so that he was spooned behind Ryan. He felt Ryan's despair and vulnerability and wished he could simply forget about everything. But he just couldn't. Was he taking things too seriously because of the agony and anger he felt within due to all the t*****e he'd endured in purgatory? Jeremy knew that he needed to reassure his mate that his feelings towards him hadn't changed. He needed Ryan to understand him.

"You know I love you baby." Jeremy groaned into Ryan's hair. "You know I adore you. Hell, I worship the ground you walk on. You are my world Ryan. That hasn't changed and can never change. It's just that the thought of someone else's lips on yours is driving me insane." "Paige kissed me that time..."

"It's not the same and you know it." Jeremy growled. "F**k, I can't look at you without..."

"Would it be better if I told you it wasn't a deep kiss?" Ryan had never sounded more desperate. He needed his mate to look past that stupid image. "There was no tongue, there was no..."

"Shhhh..." Jeremy tightened his hold on Ryan, plastering himself even more against him in the process. His breath hitched in his throat when his cock slipped between the crease of Ryan's butt cheeks. He went rock hard. "Shit." Why the fuck hadn't he at least worn boxer briefs, Jeremy scolded himself. His dick obviously had a mind of its own. It wanted inside his mate.

Ryan felt Jeremy's erection against him and felt himself tremble with raw hunger. Despite the ache inside his chest, he'd never wanted Jeremy more. Since drinking Jeremy's cum the night before, Ryan hadn't completely gone flaccid. The craving for his mate was so bad it was almost as if he was an addict having withdrawal symptoms. For some reason, the mere idea of getting himself of made him sick, which was very strange considering the fact that till he mated with Jeremy, all he knew was his hand. He needed Jeremy. But Ryan didn't think Jeremy was ready to give him what he wanted. Well, there was no harm in asking, was there? As his mate, Jeremy had to give him s*x if he wanted it. Hell, he was ready to beg if he had to. He wanted to feel Jeremy inside him that badly. "I want you Jeremy," Ryan murmured shakily. "I am going crazy with need." He wriggled his arse against the hard, hot cock stuck snugly inside his butt crack and moaned when the wet head rubbed against his hungry hole. "Oh god." Ryan groaned, arching his back in pleasure. He heard Jeremy's breath become quick and shallow with obvious lust. "Jeremy, even if you can't kiss me, give me this, please." Ryan pleaded brokenly as he began to rock against that cock, loving how it felt against his twitching rosette. God, he'd missed Jeremy. His cocks were so hard they curved up against his flat tummy, both leaking like a faucet.

Feeling that huge hot knob against his hole felt so good Ryan felt himself drool. "Please Jer. Please."

But Jeremy moved back abruptly with a harsh groan, putting some distance between them. "I can't take you without tasting those lips, Ryan." Jeremy rasped.

Ryan flushed with desperation and mortification at being rejected but he didn't give up. Anything was better than nothing. The level of l**t within was so high he could barely s**k in his breath. "Touch me then," he begged. "Please, Jeremy. F**k...please. Just touch me."

The alpha felt as if he was about to explode with the intensity of emotions whirling within him. He wanted nothing more than to be balls deep inside his mate that very moment. But the mere thought of those full, sweet, succulent lips of Ryan's, moving against another man's instantly cooled his ardor as if he'd been doused by iced water. He didn't know why he couldn't get past that image. One would have thought that after his stay in the Fort, and reliving all the cruel things that he'd done to Ryan, he would rather have drawn away from Ryan because of all the guilt. But somehow, that was not a problem at all because he felt his mate's forgiveness within. It was almost as if Ryan had removed those incidents from his mind because Jeremy felt nothing but complete love from his mate. To say he respected Ryan for wholeheartedly forgiving him didn't do what he felt justice. Jeremy was in awe of his mate. He knew he was in the presence of a better person. But the thought of Ryan sharing a kiss with another man was just killing him inside. "Give me some time please," Jeremy whispered.

Ryan nodded and drew the covers over him. He'd never felt that humiliated in his life. The humiliation he'd felt that day Jeremy had made him pee himself, didn't even come close to what he felt that very instant. He'd begged to be fucked. He'd begged to be touched. He'd bared himself...thrown himself out there and begged for something he needed. But his mate had turned him down. It hurt like hell but Ryan told himself he needed to understand and wait for Jeremy to get over whatever image was bouncing around in his head. He just had to be strong and give him time as he'd asked. But he vowed there and then, never to beg Jeremy for sex again till he felt he was ready to forgive him, forget about that kiss, and then take him. He knew that pushing people against their will could sometimes push them right out the door. He didn't want that. It was going to be very dificult being around his mate and not getting any relief but that wouldn't kill him. If only the thought of wanking of wasn't so sickening, Ryan though as he eventually drifted of into a restless sleep.

Jeremy couldn't sleep. He stared at the back of his mate. He could tell the exact moment Ryan nodded of because he heard his breathing even out. He felt so bad because he knew how it felt to be hungry for sex and not get it. Fuck, he'd been driven to rape once because he'd needed sex so bad. Although he wanted sex too, he wasn't so desperate because strangely, he felt as if he'd had some form of release. Could it be because of that dream, he wondered. In the dream, Ryan had given him some amazing head. He could feel himself getting hard just by remembering.

"Fuck." Jeremy breathed, staring at Ryan who kept tossing and turning.

With a sigh, Jeremy moved closer to Ryan and drew him into his arms. He placed Ryan's head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. Somehow his closeness

to Ryan seemed to do the trick because his adorable mate immediately gave a small sigh, relaxed against him and slept peacefully. Although Jeremy remained on top of the covers, he could still feel Ryan's hardness through the covers. He had to make an eport to suppress his groan. If only he could ignore the mental torture and fuck his mate's brains out, Jeremy thought with frustration as he allowed himself to drift o to sleep.