Savage Desire
Chapter 36

Ryan stretched the next morning and felt someone beside him in bed. Jeremy. But how? He remembered vividly that he'd slept in Gloria's house. His eyelids fluttered open. The first thing Ryan noticed was the sexy abs of his mate. His mouth went even dryer than it already was. Why had Gloria called him, Ryan wondered unhappily. He'd cloaked himself to make sure Jeremy wouldn't know where he was. He couldn't blame Gloria though. He'd noticed how devastated she'd been the day before as he shook in her arms with the intensity of the emotions that threatened his sanity. He'd tried very hard to stop his tears but he just couldn't.

A groan tore out of Ryan when he felt the familiar beginnings of arousal. The heat of Jeremy's body and the mouthwatering scent of his skin were driving him nuts. The truth was that, Ryan really didn't want to be around his mate because it was pure ******e being around all that sexiness in his sexually frustrated state. He didn't want to break his vow to himself not to beg Jeremy for s*x till he offered. But being around him was making that vow very difficult to keep. Besides, he was pissed of at his mate for embarrassing him the day before. The look in Phillip and Stan's eyes had said it all. Jeremy had obviously told them everything. He was still so mortified he didn't even think he could look Jeremy in the eye. Well, fortunately the guy was still sleeping, Ryan thought with relief. All he had to do was gently extricate himself from Jeremy, say a quick thanks and bye to Gloria, and then blink back to the suite. By the time Jeremy got back to the suite, he would be out of there. Very happy with his plan, Ryan began to slowly and cautiously move away from his mate.

"Going somewhere?" Came the sexiest voice Ryan had ever heard.

Ryan couldn't suppress the gasp that tore out of his throat. Completely forgetting that he was supposed to be too embarrassed to look Jeremy in the eye, he tilted his head back and met the sexiest blue eyes. All Ryan could do was stare. He couldn't tear his eyes away from those smoldering eyes. Then as if by the force of a magnet, his eyes moved down to Jeremy's mouth which was curved in a soft smile. Shit! Ryan felt his breath quicken as intense hunger slammed into him.

"I believe I asked you a question." Those gorgeous lips moved but Ryan didn't hear a word Jeremy had said. Jeremy watched as his mate's mouth parted so sexily, saw his eyes dilate with arousal, saw the stark longing etched on his mate's gorgeous face and felt the answering hunger within himself. "Ryan..." He breathed.

Ryan's eyes remained transfixed on Jeremy's mouth. It suddenly felt as if he would die if he didn't taste those lips. A tiny whimper escaped his lips as his tongue came out to lick at his lips. And just like that, Jeremy was a goner. The alpha lowered his head as if in a trance and pressed his lips to Ryan's. None of them moved. It was almost as if they were both afraid to. Ryan's heart was threatening to burst out of his chest. Was it another dream? Surely, the wondrous and incredibly delicious feeling within him couldn't be a dream could it? And when he felt Jeremy's lips begin to move gently against his, Ryan was floored. Jeremy was kissing him! Then Jeremy was applying more pressure, his tongue teasing Ryan's mouth to open wider. A violent shiver of pleasure slithered through Ryan when Jeremy's tongue touched his. Oh god, he'd missed his mate's exquisite lips. With a broken moan Ryan began to kiss Jeremy back. He knew that the decent thing to do was to probably hold back and be sure that Jeremy was really okay with what he was doing. But Ryan couldn't have held back even if his life had depended on it. He'd waited for too long to feel his mate's incredible lips on his. He sure as fuck wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure now that the man had finally decided to give him a taste. And Jeremy sure did taste better than heaven.

Jeremy kissed Ryan until his lips were hot and puly. Ryan met the force of Jeremy's kiss and gave him equal rawness as throaty moans spilled from him. The kiss was deep and ravenous. Their tongues dueled and their ecstatic moans filled the room. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The kiss was broken only by the need for air but then their lips would seek each other's again after just a quick intake of breath. And when Jeremy felt the heat of Ryan's arousal through his jeans, he knew just what to do. Being in his mother's house was not going to stop him from bringing his mate some long overdue relief.

His hand moved down to touch the bulge in Ryan's jeans. Jeremy couldn't help but think if he didn't release those restrained cocks, they were going to rip past the zipper real soon. He jerked the buckle of the belt loose and yanked the belt out of the loops. Ryan ofered no resistance at all even when Jeremy began to unzip his jeans. His desperate whimpers rather showed how eager he was for his mate to get his pants down and his dicks freed. And when his throbbing dicks were finally pulled free, he couldn't control his cry of relief.

Jeremy growled into the kiss when his hand curled around the hot leaking cocks that pulsed with blood. Fuck, he'd missed the feel of them. He'd missed the way the thick veins throbbed beneath the smooth skin. Without wasting any more time, he began to give them hard firm strokes. The precum that had spilled from both cocks was so much lube wasn't necessary. Jeremy milked Ryan so expertly Ryan knew he wasn't going to last. And when he felt that familiar delicious tingle throughout his body, he tore his mouth away from Jeremy's and let out a loud ecstatic cry. Jeremy couldn't contain his joy and pride. Finally he was doing his job...giving his mate a well-deserved pleasure. He knew that his mother would hear them but he really didn't give a flying f**k. He captured Ryan's mouth again, not because he wanted to hush his cries of pleasure, but because he just needed to feel those succulent lips against his. His own c**k leaked and pulsed with the need to come but he ignored the desire to get himself of in any way, caring only about his mate's pleasure.

Ryan gripped Jeremy's strong shoulder and began to thrust frenziedly into his fist as his excitement mounted. And when he felt the first signs of o****m, his kiss and moans got more desperate and oh so hot. He was lost in sensations that threatened to consume him. And in that very moment, Ryan wanted to be consumed. He tore his mouth away from Jeremy's and let rip a savage scream when the first shots of cum burst forth.

"Fuck..." Jeremy breathed as he watched Ryan writhe violently against him.

"Jeremy..." Ryan's rapturous cries filled the room. The spasms that rocked through him was like nothing he'd ever felt. Maybe it was due to the fact that he'd never gone so long without release. He could feel the c*m shooting out of both c***s again and again. Thanks to Jeremy's c**k, that wasn't strange at all.

Ecstatic cries continued to fall out of Ryan as his hips pump upward into Jeremy's working fist. Release had never felt so damn good. Even when he stopped spurting, his body still shook with bliss. He felt Jeremy move but didn't open his eyes to see what his mate was doing. And when Ryan suddenly felt warm wet heat surround the heads of his cockheads, and fingers begin to pull on his balls, he jerked as if a thousand bolts of electricity had been shot into him.

"Oh my god, Jeremy..." He descended into an abyss of utter bliss.

Ryan's eyes rolled into his head when Jeremy began to suck on those sensitive heads. If he'd been asked to describe the sensations rolling through him at that particular instant, Ryan wouldn't have been able to. His entire body went into sensory overload when he felt that rough tongue begin to rub insistently against the sensitive underside of both cockheads. His heart raced dangerously...body locking straight...hovering on that orgasmic precipice...

With an inhuman roar which caused Jeremy's toes to curl and Goosebumps to cover his skin, Ryan began to convulse as an even more powerful orgasm tore through him. He came hard. Ryan's furiously jerking cocks flooded Jeremy's mouth with so much cum some spilled out of the corners of the alpha's mouth. But he kept his mouth open over the spurting cocks, milking Ryan for all he was worth and eagerly accepting every thick juice that spilled out. Jeremy savored the essence of his mate as if he were a dying man getting a taste of life. Even when Ryan stopped coming, Jeremy wouldn't stop sucking on him.

Ryan gave harsh shuddering breaths as Jeremy wiggled the tip of his tongue into each slit, making sure every last drop wasn't wasted. He wanted to push Jeremy away from his sensitive cocks but he felt too delirious and drained of energy to even manage that. Ryan tried to control his breathing but he couldn't, due to the tension that suddenly began to build up within him. He knew that his breath should be slowing down after that amazingly consuming release but on the contrary, his breath kept coming out even more harshly. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions, some of which surprised him. He knew that the only way to be free of all those pent-up emotions was to completely let himself go but Ryan fought it. He tried to fight down the need to cry but he just couldn't hold it together. He felt his eyes well up just as a ragged sound tore out of his throat. Ryan completely lost it. He heard Jeremy's anguished groan when the first choked sounds burst forth. Then he felt strong arms wrap around his heaving body. All his pain poured out in a flood, and it felt good...so very good, to let it go. Ryan sobbed his heart out. "Oh god, baby forgive me..." Jeremy knew that he was the cause of Ryan's breakdown and felt like a heel for reducing his mate to tears. "I've been a fool. I'm so sorry Ryan." He kept telling his sobbing mate but his words made Ryan cry even harder. Ryan wanted to assure Jeremy that he wasn't the cause of his meltdown but he couldn't stop his sobbing long enough to talk to his mate. Much as he'd been hurt by what Jeremy had done, the cause of his emotional breakdown was totally diferent from what his mate thought. Ryan himself was actually shocked at how he felt and why he felt that way. He couldn't believe, for instance, that after two whole weeks, he was suddenly feeling emotional about the fact that not only had his father not known of his existence, but he would have actually killed him if he'd known. He'd needed his mate then to give him the necessary comfort but he hadn't gotten that for obvious reasons. But now that his mate had finally let down that barrier he'd erected between them since his return, his mind and body was naturally demanding that comfort. Ryan got so lost in his emotions that his mind block, which shielded his thoughts from people, unsurprisingly lowered, allowing Jeremy to read his thoughts and know exactly what his problem was. Jeremy's arms tightened around his sobbing mate when he felt the full blast of his emotions. For a moment, he felt so overwhelmed he didn't know what to say to comfort his mate. He already knew that Ryan felt responsible for the death of his warriors so he wasn't surprised when that emotion hit him. He also knew that anyone would be hurt if they realized that their own father wanted them dead. No surprise there. What shocked Jeremy, however, was the fact that Ryan was devastated for causing his father's death. "Shit." Jeremy breathed.

He hated Reynard Wyatt for what he'd done to his mate, pack and fellow werewolves. To him, the warlock was a scumbag who needed to die a painful death again and again. But he had a feeling he wouldn't be helping Ryan if he allowed him to know his exact thoughts about his father. Jeremy knew that he couldn't fault Ryan for hating that he brought about the death of his own kin. No matter how evil a person's kin was, they wouldn't be happy to be the cause of their death.

'It wasn't your fault, baby!' Jeremy said softly through their mind-link. 'Reynard had it coming. The prophecy was clear. You just drained him of his powers. You didn't kill him. You actually gave him a second chance if you should ask me.' He pressed a kiss against Ryan's temple. 'You did good. He could have lived if he wanted to. You can't blame yourself for what he chose to do to himself. You don't owe him anything but you still spared his life. If that wasn't a mark of a good son, I don't know what else is. Shhh... Jeremy kept talking soothingly to Ryan till his shudders ended and the sobs gentled. He assured Ryan that he wasn't responsible for the death of the warriors. He was rather responsible for the life and good health of the pack and all werewolves. On the issue of his father wanting him dead, Jeremy told Ryan to rather appreciate the fact that he was kept safe from his father. After all, his siblings were not so lucky.

"You, my love, are special." Jeremy kissed him. "Never forget that."

After what seemed like hours, Ryan finally calmed down to Jeremy's relief. For long moments, Jeremy just held his mate. He waited till his raging heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal, before wiping his face with the covers. And looking at his mate's kiss swollen blood-red lips, red eyes from crying so much and cherry-red cheeks, Jeremy couldn't help but silently congratulate himself for being able to keep his hands of the gorgeous creature lying within his arms, for a whole week. F**k, Ryan was stunning he thought, dropping tiny kisses all over his face.

"I'm sorry." Ryan croaked shakily, loving all the attention Jeremy was giving him. He'd missed that Jeremy so much.

"Hey, don't be. I'm sorry for being a jerk." Jeremy growled, drawing a soft laugh from Ryan. "Although I hate seeing you cry, feel free to do it anytime if it will make you feel better."

"Thanks. I really needed that." Ryan snied. "At least you know that I'm not crying because of s*x."

"Who gives a fuck if you cry because of sex?" Jeremy shot back. "I'm just sorry I made you sad. And I plan to make up for it. Can you blink us out of here?"

"What? Leave without saying anything to Mum?" Ryan looked at Jeremy with eyes filled with disapproval. "I can't do that."

Jeremy groaned. “Alright. Let's go say good morning and then get out of here." He said grupy as he reached down between then to stu] Ryan's spent c***s back into his boxer briefs and adjusted everything back up to his waist. "Thanks for not telling her what I did by the way." Jeremy murmured as he pulled up the zipper on Ryan's jeans. "She would have handed me my arse."

Ryan sighed. "I would never have kissed that man if I'd been conscious of myself Jeremy." Ryan said softly. His fingers went to Jeremy's lips when he attempted to speak. "I was under a spell. As far as I was concerned, it was you lying on top of me." Ryan felt Jeremy tense up against him but went on. "I knew you were not real because you were at the Fort so I automatically assumed it was a dream. I don't know whether it has ever happened to you but sometimes you get some opportunities in dreams which you know you can never get in real life. So you make the most of that opportunity. You explore to your heart's content although you know it's a dream. I'd never dreamt about you since you left. So when I saw you, I wanted to kiss you so bad I thought I'd do that before that dream ended."

Jeremy gently removed Ryan's fingers from his lips. "I know the feeling, baby. Hell, I dreamt at a point, after you bit me, that you were giving me this amazing blowjob. I let myself go and enjoyed the hell out of it although I knew it was a dream." "It wasn't." Ryan said softly. "I did blow you whilst you slept."

"Oh fuck." Jeremy growled, rolling onto his back. "Shit." He groaned remembering how he'd gripped Ryan's head in the dream and tried to face-fuck him. "Tell me I didn't hurt you baby." He breathed, moving of the bed and onto his feet. He looked so upset. "Hey, you didn't hurt me." Ryan assured him with a smile. "I loved it. But for the fact that I wanted you to give me my relief when you were conscious, I would have blown my load when you flooded my mouth." He grinned, thinking that information would calm his mate down. It accomplished the opposite.

"Fuck!" Jeremy bellowed as he began to pace. "And what did I do when I became 'conscious'?" He growled, giving the word air quotes. "Deny you your pleasure. F**k!" He kicked at a chair in the room, breaking it instantly.

"Jeremy!" Ryan growled a warning as he rolled out of bed and went to his mate.

Ryan couldn't help but notice how diferent Jeremy had become since he came back from his incarceration. He'd shattered the glass in their suite in a fit of anger. Now he'd broken a chair. That was so not like the Jeremy he'd known before. That Jeremy only became violent when he was in his Ojah mode. This Jeremy didn't have to be in that mode to be violent. His mate was obviously filled with so much anger...and violence.

"Look at me Jeremy." Ryan said in a stern voice and waited till Jeremy turned to face him. "I don't know exactly what you went through at that place but I know that whatever it was, was horrible. I understand that it will probably take a while for you to get used to the fact that you're no longer there and start living. I get it. And I'm here for you. But what I won't tolerate is all this violence."

"I'm sorry." Jeremy groaned.

"I'm not a violent person." Ryan continued. "I hate violence. So this..." he pointed at the broken chair, "is not doing it for me, buddy. Now, I agree you acted like a d**k but I understand where you were coming from. Can we put all this behind us please?" "Yes, I'm sorry Ryan."

"I know. You don't have to break chairs to let me know how sorry you are." Ryan said, going to retrieve Jeremy's shorts and t-shirt from where he'd left them the night before. "Oh and one more thing." He said as he handed the clothes to Jeremy. "I hate that you told Phillip and Stan about..." He swallowed hard. "...about... I know you told them about how I begged you for s*x and..."

"I did no such thing, Ryan." Jeremy growled low in his throat, pausing in the act of pulling on his shorts. "And I replace it insulting that you would think so low of me." He zipped himself up.

Ryan's eyes widened. "But the way they looked at me..."

"Whatever look they gave you had nothing to do with us not having s*x, Ryan." Jeremy cut him of, pulling on his t-shirt. "I told them that I couldn't get past the thought of that warlock. Of course they didn't hesitate to point out to me how silly I was being. They probably pity you for having to deal with my sorry-a*s. When you came in...wait..."

Jeremy frowned. "Was that why you disappeared from that room? You thought we..."

Ryan quickly closed the gap between them, went up on his toes and crushed his mouth against Jeremy's. And he didn't let go till he felt Jeremy melt against him.

"I'm sorry." Ryan murmured against Jeremy's lips. "Have I told you how hot you look in these sleeveless t-shirts?"

"Hmm...trying to sweet-talk your way out huh?" Jeremy murmured, sucking Ryan's lower lip into his mouth. "To think you actually jumped to the wrong conclusion and put yourself through all that." He muttered and then proceeded to give Ryan a deeper kiss. "God, I missed these lips."

"And whose fault is that?" Ryan purred.

"You." Jeremy deadpanned, earning himself a light punch in the side from Ryan. "Ouch." He gave a mock shout of pain. "Who's being violent now?"

Both laughed as they made their way to the en suite bathroom to make themselves as presentable as they could, for Gloria.