Savage Desire
Chapter 6

Ryan warily watched as Jeremy pulled the covers over his body and adjusted him so that he was propped up against the headboard. Then he reached for the bottle of water on the bedside table and brought it to Ryan's lips. Ryan snatched the bottle and drank about half of the water. Jeremy took the bottle when Ryan was done and placed it on the table. Then he picked up the plate of food and grabbed a fork.

"Open up please." Jeremy said softly.

Ryan's eyes widened at Jeremy's request. To say he was shocked at all the attention the Mean Man was giving him would be an understatement. The man was obviously on a guilt trip. Why else would he be acting that way?

"I'm not an invalid." Ryan snapped. "I can feed myself." He took the plate from Jeremy and proceeded to feed himself.

Jeremy remained quiet. He merely sat there and watched Ryan eat. He couldn't help but notice how gentle his mate was. Even the way he ate. His mannerism. Jeremy couldn't believe he was the same Ryan who had hulked out into a wolf-man and scared the shit out of him. And he couldn't believe he'd actually treated such a gentle person so badly. But the harm had already been done. It was up to him to show his mate a diferent side of himself. He had to prove to Ryan that he wasn't the monster he thought he was. What surprised Jeremy was the fact that his aim wasn't to get the handsome man sitting in front of him to trust him enough to agree to officially mate with him, but rather to make Ryan actually like him.

Jeremy waited patiently till Ryan was done. Then he took the plate from him and went to open the door for Philip. Ryan heard them whispering but couldn't hear exactly what they were whispering about. He watched as Jeremy again closed and locked the door and placed some clothes on the comfortable couch in the room. Then still without a word, Jeremy went to the en suite bathroom and came back with a bowl of warm water, a bottle of liquid soap and a washcloth. "What are you doing?" Ryan finally broke his silence.

"What does it look like? I'm going to wash you."

"I think I can manage that on my own, thank you very much." Ryan said, attempting to roll out of bed but Jeremy stopped him with a band on his shoulder.

"I don't think it will be a good idea to put pressure on the foot, Ryan." Jeremy said gently. "Please let me do this."

"I'd rather someone else helped me." Ryan insisted stubbornly.

Jeremy went still for a moment. Then he gave a deep sigh. "Who would you prefer?" Jeremy couldn't recognize his voice. He felt so wretched inside.

"Anyone but you." Jeremy's hand which Ryan said, dropping his eyes to clutched the washcloth. His eyes widened when he noticed how badly Jeremy's hands shook. "Ryan, please." Jeremy whispered.

For the life of him Ryan didn't understand the sudden pity he felt for Jeremy. Jeremy was a monster and didn't deserve anyone's pity or sympathy, Ryan thought angry with himself. But he found himself giving Jeremy a slight nod to proceed. With a deep sigh he relaxed against the headboard and closed his eyes. Jeremy murmured his thanks and then proceeded to thoroughly wash Ryan clean. By the time he was done, Ryan felt so refreshed. Jeremy dressed Ryan in white cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. He had to suppress his smile as he looked at his mate. With his white hair, Jeremy thought Ryan looked beautiful and angelic. But he also noticed the discomfort on Ryan's face.

"What is it?" Jeremy asked softly. "Is it your leg?"

Ryan couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at Jeremy. "I need boxer briefs please. It's err...uncomfortable to..."

"I'll let Philip bring one now." Jeremy said. "I thought you would rather feel freer without one. Sorry." He said as he leaned down and scooped Ryan of the bed. "What are you doing?" Ryan gasped as his arms automatically wrapped themselves around Jeremy's neck.

"You need to pee." Jeremy said simply as he headed for the washroom with Ryan in his arms as if he weighed nothing.

"How did you..."

"I can read your thoughts, remember? And I also have eyes." Jeremy stared pointedly at Ryan's slightly bulging groin, stifling his laughter when Ryan groaned.

Jeremy stopped in front of the toilet bowl and allowed Ryan to slide down, keeping an arm firmly around his waist to ensure he didn't put any weight on his injured foot. He turned Ryan to face the bowl, and like the alpha that he was, reached down with his free hand to undo the buttons on Ryan's shorts without asking permission.

“Jeremy?” Ryan had to stifle the urge to screech in both shock and annoyance. Who the f**k gave the fool the audacity to handle his body as though he had the right? What pissed him of even more was the wonderful feeling of arousal coursing through him at having Jeremy pressed so intimately against him...so big and powerful. And his scent, God...

"Yes, Ryan." Jeremy responded nonchalantly, dipping his hand into the opening of Ryan's shorts. He couldn't see Ryan's face and had therefore totally missed the incredulous shock and flush of arousal on his mate's face.

"I can take it from here." Ryan said between clenched teeth and waited till Jeremy removed his hand from inside his shorts. But even as he reached in to pull out his dicks, Ryan knew he was too late. He was already rock hard. Ryan held them, pointing them at the toilet bowl, willing them to release urine, but nothing happened. It was obvious he couldn't pee in his current state.

Jeremy saw what was happening, knew what had to be done and went for it without thinking. The fact that he didn't do guys never crossed Jeremy's mind at that point. His primary objective was to take care of the problem at hand to enable his mate relieve himself in peace. He was a man just like Ryan. He had the same appendage....though not double as his mate had but hey...all dicks were the same. He reached up and opened the small cabinet on the wall above the toilet bowl, revealing an oval bottle with a lotion pump, filled with lube. He pressed the top to release a dollop into his palm before closing the cabinet.

"Allow me." Jeremy said softly behind Ryan, sending a delicious shiver down his spine.

"Fuck o." Ryan rasped, his words sounding feeble even to his own ears. He needed to come so bad.

"Don't be stubborn." Jeremy growled. "You know you won't be able to pee till you empty your balls." He murmured huskily as he slapped Ryan's hand of his cocks and gripped both firmly in his large palm.

Ryan opened his mouth to tell the man who had caused him so much pain that he didn't need his help but what came out was an irrepressible moan. He'd never felt any other hand on his dicks besides his. And Jeremy's hand on him felt heavenly. But he didn't like the idea of Jeremy touching him so intimately. It wasn't right at all. With a groan he tried to push Jeremy's hand of his dicks. He didn't trust the man with his package at all. Only God knew the kind of harm Jeremy could do to him if he was given that power. "Ow come on Ryan." Jeremy sighed, reading his mate's thoughts. "I just cleaned you up. If I'd wanted to hurt you in any way, I could have. I'm just trying to help you here." Well, helping Ryan get some relief had been his initial motive but Jeremy also realized he actually didn't mind the feel of those dicks in his hand at all. When he'd taken the hot hard flesh in his palm initially, they'd felt so weird. But when he felt the hot blood pulsing under that thin membrane and felt both dicks pulsing within his grip, he got so fascinated. He liked the feel of those c***s in his palm, which actually surprised him. He particularly liked the way the skin moved beneath his hand when he stroked it. Jeremy rubbed the lube and precum spilling from both cocks on them, getting them slick. "Please let me do this for you." He whispered, the raspy quality of his breath causing a delicious feeling to spread through Ryan.

"Oh my God..." Ryan gave a helpless cry. "Care to explain why you have a big bottle of lube in...oh fuck..." He gasped when Jeremy gave both dicks a light squeeze. "We're werewolves Ryan." Jeremy responded huskily. "We have needs more than the average guy. "Now, just relax."

"Shit..." Ryan gasped, shivering in pleasure as he watched the beautiful contrast of the darker skin of Jeremy's hand on his lighter-toned c***s as he stroked him. Jeremy's hand on him felt amazingly good even though Ryan wished it wasn't so. The combination of the sexiness of Jeremy's voice, his sweet scent, and the feel of another's hand on his dicks felt so damn good he felt himself drool. And as if that wasn't enough, the erotic sounds of Jeremy's hand pumping his slick flesh just blew Ryan's mind like nothing ever had. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. A low moan reached Ryan's ears. For a moment he didn't know where it came from. Then he realized he was the one making that noise. He threw his head back against Jeremy's chest and succumbed to the ecstatic pleasure. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations. Jeremy stroked the slick cocks slowly but firmly...from base to tip...giving Ryan maximum pleasure. Ryan's instinctively gritted his teeth to hold in his sounds of pleasure. But he just couldn't. It felt too good. He voiced his excitement with his delirious moans which Jeremy loved hearing. His mate was so sexy it wasn't funny. Jeremy would pause, rub the pad of his thumb against the leaking tips for a while, and then resume stroking. He wished he didn't have to keep his arm around Ryan's waist. He would have loved to pull on those huge balls as he stroked the dicks...bring him more pleasure.

But what Jeremy's hand was doing to those dicks was enough to blow Ryan's mind. He emitted a sputtering cry when Jeremy's hand began to move faster. God! His heart rate accelerated out of control. Ryan began to whimper when he felt his orgasm slithering down his spine. With louder and lustful cries, he thrust into Jeremy's hand frenziedly, reaching for that pleasure. And when he felt Jeremy's warm breath on that sensitive spot on his neck, he just couldn't hold it in. Ryan came totally unglued.

With a loud cry he exploded, spurting ropes and ropes of c*m from one d**k, directly into the toilet bowl as Jeremy directed. "Oh f**k...f**k...damn...oh my f*****g God..." Ryan cried out, coming in shuddering gasps, shaking uncontrollably as his climax rocked him. It was utter bliss and he never wanted it to stop. He came so hard his vision blurred.

Ryan had never felt anything so intense. He felt Jeremy's lips against his temple, kissing him tenderly and felt his eyes water. He wasn't sure why Jeremy was being so tender with him...almost loving. But he wasn't in the right frame of mind at that particular moment to dwell on it. He'd never dreamt he would ever feel another person's hands on him. Ever. Before Ryan could check himself, he was blurting out his thanks.

Jeremy tightened his hold on his mate when he heard the softly spoken word. Though he knew he didn't deserve that word from Ryan, a sweet feeling burst forth within him, melting him, spreading to even his toes and causing them to curl inside his boots. There was no person as sweet and adorable as his mate in the entire world he was sure. The man awakened something within him...something more

than what a mate was supposed to rouse...something he didn't understand. Jeremy wasn't surprised Ryan had picked up on it. It scared the shit out of him. He continued to slowly stroke Ryan even after he'd gone soft, inhaling the sweet fragrance of his hair, breathing him in, allowing his delicious and provocative scent that was Ryan's alone to intoxicate him. Fuck!

"Anytime." Jeremy said in a low but deep voice and then lightly nipped Ryan's ear. He felt a shudder pass through Ryan and tightened his hold on him.

Soon Ryan's breathing returned to normal and he began to pee. When he was done, Jeremy picked him up and deposited him in front of the wash hand basin. He washed and dried the dicks before buttoning Ryan up. Then he picked Ryan up, bridal style and went to place him on the couch in the room. Jeremy then went to open the door to Philip and a nurse. Whilst the nurse went to change the sheets, Philip handed something...which Ryan knew were boxers for him...to Jeremy and then came to crouch beside Ryan. "You okay, Prof?" Philip grinned, noting how flushed Ryan looked. He knew sexual satisfaction when he saw it. 'You sly fox. Philip said through his link to Jeremy. 'You don't waste time at all do you?' Philip couldn't keep the thrill out of his voice. 'I'm a wolf, not a fox.' Jeremy countered, through their link. 'And I don't know what you're talking about!

Philip couldn't contain himself. He burst into laughter, surprising Ryan who turned his head to look in Jeremy's direction. He was leaning against the window with his ankles crosses and arms folded across his massive chest. The man simply exuded power. He was staring at Ryan intently, causing Ryan's face to go even redder. He turned to look at Philip.

"I'm good, Philip." Ryan lowered his eyes. He didn't know why but he had a feeling the two men were talking about him somehow. Was Jeremy telling Philip about his abnormality?

"No, Ryan." Jeremy spoke up from his perch by the window. 'I would never do that. He added through their link.

"Alright, I think that's my cue to leave." Philip said, getting to his feet. "See you later guys." And with a final smirk at Jeremy, he left together with the nurse.

This time Jeremy didn't lock the door. He went to pick Ryan up and deposited him in bed. Then he removed his shorts, put the boxer briefs on him, and then put the shorts back on him. "Thanks." Ryan said quietly, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at how Jeremy was treating him despite himself.

It was almost as though the man he'd met on that first night was completely diferent from the one handling him now, Ryan thought. But he was no fool at all. He remembered clearly what Jeremy had done to him. And there was no way the man could change just like that. Jeremy was obviously up to something. Probably trying to avert a law suit or something. Though he'd initially thought Jeremy was on a guilt trip, he really didn't think the man was even capable of guilt. He wasn't human...literally. He was just a soulless sadist who loved to inflict pain on innocent people. The a*****e was going to burn in hell for...

"For fuck's sake..." Jeremy finally snapped. He'd had it with Ryan's thoughts about how soulless and wicked he was. "You're very right. I'm not doing this because I feel guilty. I don't have to do jack squat. If I wanted to treat you well simply because of guilt, I could get people to give you better care than I'm doing right now." Jeremy finally turned to look Ryan in the eye. "I'm doing it myself because I want to, okay?" He added quietly. And Jeremy knew he'd never meant anything more. He liked taking care of Ryan.

Ryan's jaw dropped. The man had never spoken so many words to him at once. Well...he did spew out lots of cruel lines whilst raping him, but this was different. Ryan could feel Jeremy's desperation and wretchedness. He could also feel his wolf's agitation within him...the need to comfort Jeremy. Well that was definitely not going to happen. And all that crap about wanting to care for him himself... What did the sadistic werewolf take him for? An idiot?

"Well, if I don't see your face again, it would be too soon." Ryan hissed and almost retracted his words at the look of desolation that appeared in Jeremy's eyes.

Jeremy lowered his eyes and nodded. "I understand." He got to his feet, his heart pounding painfully.

"And I will appreciate it if you stayed out of my head." Ryan added grupy. "It's creepy to know someone...like you has access to my thoughts. I don't know what you'll do next. Probably cut my throat whilst I sleep simply because I thought about what an asshole you were." Even before he finished speaking Ryan felt a door shut in his mind and knew the link had been cut. And for the life of him he didn't understand why he suddenly felt so lonely.

"I'll call the doctor to come and see to your leg now." Jeremy said quietly, looking at the clock on the wall. It was almost seven a.m. He started towards the door but stopped. He felt his eyes burn and then felt a film of moisture in them. For a moment he didn't know what it was. "Fuck." Jeremy breathed when it dawned on him that he was actually tearing up. Him? The Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the world? Second in command to the head of all alphas in the world? An Ojah to boot! Tearing up? What the f**k! Jeremy resumed his walk towards the door. "If you need anything, tell the doctors or ask for Philip."

Till his secret got out, Philip and Stan were the only people he trusted to look out for Ryan. Since Stan was busy with warrior duties, that left Philip who was too glad to see to his alpha and best friend's mate. Jeremy knew Ryan was in good hands. Without a backward glance, Jeremy left the room.

Ryan watched Jeremy go and wished he could take back his cruel words. The man had been good to him. Albeit his injury had been a result of Jeremy's sadistic treatment, he'd cared for him as though he were his relation. Hell, most relatives wouldn't even do what Jeremy had done for him that day. It was like he was a diferent person. Maybe he was. After all, the whole time he was being cruel to him, he'd had red eyes. Now they were just beautiful deep blue. Maybe he was indeed a diferent person. Fuck, he needed to speak to someone. Maybe Philip... But Ryan knew Philip would probably say something like...Jeremy will explain.' It was all so frustrating.

The doctors came and set his leg again, saying he seemed to be healing just fine. And that he would be able to walk with the help of a stick after a week. They did explain that he would have healed faster had he remained in his wolf form though. But Ryan was okay with healing in human form because there was no way in hell he was going to eat like a dog.

Jeremy shook as he buried his head in his mother's lap. He wasn't crying, which his mother seemed to be grateful for, but he might as well have. Immediately he left the hospital and a mate who hated him, he'd shifted and gone for a long run till noon. Jeremy finally found himself in his mother's quarters still in his wolf form. He was tired and ached all over but it was nothing compared to the ache within. When he spotted his mother sitting on her patio reading, Jeremy had gone to her, knelt at her feet and laid his head in her lap. She'd said nothing but stroked his head, sensing the struggle going on inside her son and somehow knowing...as only a mother could...that her son dreaded telling her whatever the problem was.

"It's okay darling." Gloria Stanton cooed. "You can tell Mama everything." She soothed.

And when Jeremy shifted back after a while, his head remained in his mother's lap. Even when he felt his mother covering him with a cloth, he didn't move. He remained where he was, trembling so bad Gloria actually began to get scared. "What is it Jer? You know I'll love you no matter what." Gloria leaned down and dropped a kiss against her son's head. "Don't be afraid. Tell mum."

And still cocooned against his mother, Jeremy told her everything, leaving out the part about his mate's dicks. That was only for him and his mate to know...at least till Ryan felt comfortable enough not to mind others knowing. Gloria didn't speak for a while after Jeremy had told her everything. Jeremy could sense his mother crying but didn't move or say anything. This was it. He was ready to be yelled at. He knew his mother was disappointed in him. And that killed him even more.

"You lost control." Gloria finally said shakily. "It's natural to lose control once in a while."

"I usually don't Mama."

"Shhh... No need to cry over spilt milk." The last thing Gloria wanted to do was berate her son. It was obvious he'd beaten himself over his terrible actions enough. Besides, she knew Joel would definitely not let him o] easy. "The harm has already been done. What

we have to do is to smoother him with so much love he wouldn't know what hit him."

"I don't think he wants me around him." Jeremy said quietly.

"You wouldn't too if you were him." Gloria said, wiping her face. "Give him some time. Let him miss you. And miss you, he will. He doesn't have a choice. That's when you come back in full force...give it everything you've got. For now, leave him to me." Gloria said softly, stroking Jeremy's back soothingly. "Everything will work out just fine, you'll see."

"You have more confidence than I do." Jeremy groaned.

"I have to at this point. For both of us. When your son fucks up, you don't have any choice but to ensure he get things done right. In this particular case, I need to be courageous and confident."

"Oh Mum, I'm so sorry." Jeremy moaned, coiling his arms around his mother's waist and hugging her tightly.

"I know son. Now go to the room, get dressed and go home. I want you to get some rest and go about your duties. Wait till Ryan asks to see you before you show up. Is that clear?"

Jeremy raised his head and gave a deep sigh. His mother was like a military commander sometimes. But then, she was one of the best warriors the pack had ever had. Though retired, she always told her son, 'once a warrior, always a warrior'. "Yes Mum."

"Good. I baked some muins this morning. Hopefully Ryan has a sweet tooth. It's about time I met my son-in-law." Gloria got to her feet. "You baked muf..."

"You're not worthy of even the crumbs that would fall from that baking dish, Jeremy Stanton." Gloria said in a cold voice.

Jeremy winced and nodded slowly. His mother was obviously pissed at him. The only reason she wasn't handing him his arse was because she didn't want him to feel any shittier than he already did. When Jeremy heard the smooth sound of his mother's Mercedes Benz E-Class move in the direction of the hospital, he wasn't one bit surprised she hadn't ofered to give him a lift. She was damn pissed. When he began the long walk towards his building, he ignored the pull to go directly to the hospital. His mother would kill him if he dared showed his face. He might be one of the most powerful alphas in the world, but when it came to his mother, he was just her little boy. And even as Jeremy walked to his home, he couldn't help but call himself every nasty name he could think of, for the umpteenth time, wishing he could turn back time.