Savage Desire
Chapter 8

When Ryan opened his eye two hours later, it was to replace himself locked against Jeremy in a tight embrace. He looked up and realized that Jeremy was fast asleep. His first instinct was to get of Jeremy but Ryan just couldn't bring himself to leave that heavenly embrace. He therefore took the opportunity to study the man who made him feel so content and safe despite the fact that he was the most dangerous and wicked person Ryan had ever had the misfortune of encountering. Damn, the man was gorgeous. That face... his striking patrician nose, that mouth...not to mention those beautiful compelling blue eyes which were hidden at the moment in sleep. And the man smelt divine. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Ebookex.com. Visit Ebookex.com to read the complete chapters for free. Ryan had a feeling that even if Jeremy was dunked into a barrel of urine, it would never diminish that sweet smell that made his mouth water. Despite how powerful he knew Jeremy was, Ryan couldn't help but acknowledge how young and peaceful he looked in sleep. He definitely didn't look anything like the monster who had unleashed so much terror on him, Ryan thought. How could such a magnificently beautiful person be so horrible? And he had such a lovely mother too. Ryan dropped his eyes to Jeremy's masculine chest and had to stifle his groan. The t-shirt couldn't hide the hard muscles and well defined body beneath. Jeremy was undeniably virile and... "You really need to stop looking at me like that, Prof." Ryan heard Jeremy drawl and gasped.

Ryan's eyes shot up to Jeremy's captivating blue eye and instantly felt the warmth of a blush in his cheeks. How long had he been watching him ogling his body, Ryan thought totally mortified.

"How long have you been up?" He snapped, trying to push out of Jeremy's embrace but he wouldn't let him go.

"Long enough." Jeremy responded huskily. "Ready to get out of here?"

"I..." Ryan begun but then stopped and nodded. He was very hungry but didn't want to tell Jeremy. He sure as hell didn't want to ask the man for anything. If only he could communicate with Jeremy telepathically, Jeremy would know without him having to ask, Ryan fumed. But he'd asked Jeremy to get out of his head so he didn't have that privilege.

But somehow Jeremy just knew what Ryan wanted. "Want me to open our link?" And at Ryan's nod, Jeremy did exactly that. 'Hey!'

'Hey.' Ryan couldn't stop his chuckle. 'Thanks.

'Pleasure. Your food is ready. Shall we?'

Ryan nodded and moved o Jeremy's lap.

After thanking the doctors and nurses, Ryan followed Jeremy out of the hospital and to the most classically beautiful and obviously new and expensive bike he'd ever seen. It was a Harley Davidson Cosmic Starship. What Ryan didn't know was that it was the most expensive Harley-

Davidson bike, priced at a whooping one million U.S. dollars, had a powerful six-cylinder engine and moved with lightning speed. He also didn't know that Jeremy had purchased it, just to enable him get to him...his mate.

Ryan climbed onto the bike behind Jeremy and sat stily, virtually not touching Jeremy. After all, it was a big bike. When Jeremy turned on the engine, Ryan almost moaned at its undeniably unique and amazing sound. F**k, that was power, Ryan thought closing his eyes in awe. He waited for Jeremy to move but he didn't.

"Ryan?"

"Uh-huh?" Ryan opened his eyes.

"Put your arms around me." Jeremy instructed.

"That's not necessary." Ryan snapped. "I..."

"Please Ryan." Jeremy pleaded. "This is a new bike. I'm still not used to it." Jeremy said, tongue in cheek. "I don't want any surprises. These things tend to bounce sometimes. Please. It's not a long ride."

Ryan sighed and reluctantly wrapped his arms around Jeremy, not seeing Jeremy's naughty smile at all.

"Thanks." Jeremy said and then finally put the bike in motion.

Ryan would never forget that ride for as long as he lived. Admittedly, it was a short one. But he got so turned on that he squirmed on the seat till they got to the house. The feel of that powerful engine beneath his arse, the vibrations that shook his dicks and balls, the feel of Jeremy against him... Ryan was so hard he feared his dicks might explode.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked a flushed Ryan as he helped him of the bike.

"I'm fine." Ryan rasped, looking anywhere but at Jeremy.

"Let's go in." Jeremy said and turned to go.

Jeremy knew Ryan was aroused. He could feel it. Hell, he was too. But he couldn't complain as he'd made Ryan plaster himself against him for his own selfish pleasure. If only they could have ridden a little longer, he thought regretfully. Damn, Ryan had felt good against him, Jeremy thought as they stepped out of the elevator onto their floor. When they got to the door of Ryan's room, Jeremy steered Ryan towards his room but Ryan stopped walking. "This is my..."

"Not anymore." Jeremy counted evenly. "You're staying with me."

"I'd rather stay here please." Ryan said firmly.

"Ryan, I just don't want..."

"I'm not sleeping in your room. Nor are you sleeping in mine for that matter."

"I just thought you wouldn't be too comfortable in there after..."

"You raped me in there?" Ryan finished the sentence.

Jeremy groaned. "I wasn't going to put it like that but...yes."

"Don't worry. I'm not fragile or anything like that. Besides I'd rather I'm reminded of what you did. I get overwhelmed all too quickly when I'm around you. I don't like that. This will keep me...grounded."

"I understand." Jeremy said grimly. He wasn't about to argue with his mate. He'd proved just how powerful he

was. "But Ryan, if I so much as feel any anxiety coming from you, I'm taking you to my room."

"We'll see about that." Ryan sneered.

That pissed Jeremy o. After all, he was an alpha. And it was not in his nature to tolerate challenges. His eyes flashed. "And if you want to...wear any of your personal clothes, you can come into my room and get some. I'll keep the connecting door open." With that bombshell, Jeremy turned and entered his suite.

Ryan's jaw dropped. He stared at the door through which Jeremy had disappeared. What did he mean by his personal clothes? Had Jeremy gone to his home and taken his stu? How the f**k had he even known where he lived? And what right did Jeremy have to invade his personal space without permission?

Jeremy smiled to himself when he heard the door to his suite burst open. "How dare you?" He heard Ryan bellow at the door. "What right do you have to go into my home and take my stu? I know it's in your nature to act like a rabid beast that is driven to destroy, kill and tear apart but this is low even for you..."

Jeremy looked at a raving Ryan. Took in his beautiful flushed face, the angry fire in his eyes, that luscious mouth...and couldn't take it anymore. He moved...

"Do you think I'm some little kid that you can control and bend to your will whenever..." Ryan didn't get any further because Jeremy's mouth was on his.

Ryan struggled. He really did. His hatred for Jeremy at that very moment had gone so high he was seeing red. Ryan felt himself beginning to shift. He couldn't seem to control himself. His wolf sensed his anger and tried to come out. But then he heard Jeremy inside his head,

pleading with him not to shift, pleading with him to calm down. He wasn't commanding at all...just coaxing. And in that same persuasive, calm fashion, Jeremy's gentle and deliciously pliant mouth didn't even once relent in their movement against Ryan's lips. Ryan felt his wolf retreat...felt himself calming down...felt himself succumbing to the sweet feeling of those lips against his...felt his mouth opening to accept the tongue that had been gently pushing against his lips, seeking entrance. And when Jeremy's wet tongue touched his, Ryan moaned and completely melted against Jeremy, his body seeming to become liquid flame as it accepted the attentions of his mate.

Ryan had never been kissed before. He'd never felt such intimate intense pleasure in his life. He couldn't think or breathe. All he could do was cling to Jeremy and accept the erotic assault on his senses as Jeremy devoured and plundered his mouth. It was indescribably good. Was a kiss always that intense and mind-splittingly pleasurable, Ryan couldn't help but wonder. Or was it due to his already aroused state? The feeling was out of this world. His senses reeled. It felt as if his whole being was connected to Jeremy's mouth and pleasure was being pumped into him in maddening waves. When he felt his cock suddenly jerk violently inside his pants, releasing copious amount of cum, he gasped with shock into the kiss as his eyes rolled back. His orgasm gripped him hard, tensing every muscle in his body before he spiraled into extreme bliss. The pleasure was so powerful, mind-blowing and shocking Ryan completely forgot to breathe as he writhed against Jeremy. 'Oh my God', he thought as his knees gave out beneath him. Jeremy felt his mate go limp against him and tightened his arms around him as he released his mouth. "Oh fuck." He gasped. He'd never dreamt that a person's mouth could be so delicious. And it was a man's mouth too. Jeremy had never felt anything so amazing. Ryan's mouth was something else. "Damn!" Jeremy blinked to get his eyes to shift back to human. He wasn't surprised at all that his wolf was right there at the surface. Ryan shook him to his very soul.

Ryan on the other hand was trying very hard to gather his scattered senses but he couldn't. He couldn't catch his breath. He felt lethargic...as if he had no bones, no strength and no ability to move or think. Hell, even his eyes wouldn't open. The only thing holding him up was Jeremy's arms around him. All he could feel was the pounding of his heart.

Jeremy picked up his mate and reluctantly, went to put him into bed in the adjoining room...just as Ryan had said he wanted. Ryan looked dazed...almost as if he was in a trance. Jeremy stripped Ryan, cleaned him up and dressed him in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. He couldn't contain the pride within at actually making his mate o****m just from a kiss. His mouth curved in a ghost of a smile, laced with undeniable masculine triumph as his eyes slid over Ryan's post orgasmic sated body. His own erection hadn't subsided since the kiss but Jeremy wasn't complaining. Seeing the pleasure shake his mate's sexy body was worth it.

Ryan closed his eyes and tried to come to terms with what had happened. But he still couldn't think. It almost felt as though his brain had melted and oozed out of his body right alongside his cum. Even when people brought in food, Ryan didn't open his eyes. He did however open his eyes when he heard Jeremy uncovering dishes. There was a big trolley loaded with assorted scrumptious-looking dishes, right beside his bed.

'Are you okay?' Ryan heard Jeremy ask through their link and nodded. 'Sit up.' Jeremy instructed, pulling the covers of Ryan.

Ryan looked down at his body, clad in his own black boxer briefs and red body hugging tank top as he did as he'd been told. So the man had been serious. He'd gone for his stu.

'You look hot in that by the way.' Ryan heard Jeremy in his head and felt himself blush. 'And you look adorable when you blush.

"Will you stop that?" Ryan spoke out loud with a groan. And when he heard Jeremy asking through their link whether he wanted him of the link he actually panicked. “No, stay. Just stop that bullshit talk already." He grumbled, scowling when he saw a brilliant smile appear on Jeremy's face. Damn, the man was strikingly good-looking. "We need to talk."

"I know." Jeremy sighed as he got on the bed and sat opposite Ryan. "We'll do that after you eat. Okay?"

Ryan nodded and then raised an eyebrow questioningly when he noticed that Jeremy had a fork held firmly in his hand. He hoped the silly man wasn't planning on feeding him. Jeremy saw the question in his mate's eyes and gave him a determined look. "You stopped me from feeding you once. Don't even try this time."

There was that authoritative tone again, Ryan thought. This time however, he didn't feel any compulsion. He could have insisted on feeding himself but he just didn't feel like arguing. He gave a slight shrug and allowed Jeremy to feed him. Jeremy couldn't take his eyes of his mate. Even the way he ate was sexy, he thought, staring at Ryan's mouth. It was

so juicy and full he had to suppress the urge to lean forward and capture those lips again. The man had such sensual kissable lips it was driving Jeremy insane with lust. That naughty streak within the alpha that people didn't get to see reared its ugly head, making him deliberately unblock his thoughts from Ryan. And when Jeremy heard a throaty moan from Ryan, he smirked.

"Is the food too spicy?" Jeremy asked with an innocent look.

"It's not the food and you know it." Ryan groaned as his face flushed with obvious lust. Was it always going to be like that around Jeremy, Ryan thought exasperatedly. "Whatever you're doing, stop it." Ryan rasped.

"I'm just feeding you. If the food is not..."

"The food is perfect. I love spicy food...love the light heat in my mouth." Ryan slowly raised eyes filled with annoyance, of the food and onto Jeremy's. "Maybe I should wrap it around your cock...let's see if you can handle the heat." Ryan added huskily, shocking himself. His intention had been to sound wicked and mean. But somehow what he'd said had rather come out sounding suggestive.

"Shit." Jeremy breathed as he closed his eyes at the instant erotic image of Ryan's sexy lips wrapped around his cock. He moaned when he felt his already semi-hard cock throb almost painfully inside his pants. But he also knew Ryan's main intention. "Hate me that much?" He rasped.

"I do actually." Ryan retorted smugly, leaning back against the headboard and watching Jeremy from beneath his lashes. "I really do."

"Ryan..."

"Just being truthful here pal. This right here..." He flicked his forefinger between him and Jeremy. "I can't help it. I have the hots for you. I don't know why but I just do. I just want to ravish you whenever I lay my eyes on you." He wanted Ryan to f**k him so hard it was driving him insane. "Maybe it's because you're the one who bit me. I'm sure you probably know why I feel this way but you're just not saying. Whatever it is, I can't deny that I want you. But I also remember clearly...as if it happened mere minutes ago, what you did to me. And I hate you for that." Ryan said with eyes filled with condemnation.

"What can I do?" Jeremy whispered. He looked so miserable and defeated Ryan's heart almost went out to him. Almost.

"Nothing. What you did to me was worse than death, Jeremy. I'd never wished for death till I met you."

At those words, Jeremy felt disgust at himself claw up from his gut and burn within his throat. He felt sick. "What I did was evil and I hope one day you'll replace it in your heart to forgive me."

"Your mother explained that you were not yourself. Well, that doesn't make me any less angry because I didn't deserve that treatment at all. Know something else?" Ryan asked, leaning forward with a curious look in his eyes. "I have a feeling it wasn't because you thought I was a hunter because from the little I've heard, you don't have that reaction around other hunters. I asked two or three nurses and your mother, what you did when you catch hunters. Imagine my shock when I was told you usually get your witch or whoever, to work on them to take away their thirst for the hunt. Why didn't you do same with me but rather got so angry you allow a murdering spirit to possess you? Was it my face? My hair? I know some people think it's

weird I have such white hair but it isn't that bad. I just don't know why my presence had to cause you to become a monster. It makes me so mad that I could be treated with so much cruelty when I'm not even a hunter. I mean hey...hunters are even treated better than I was apparently. Am I that repulsive?" Ryan sounded like he really needed to know why.

Jeremy sighed. It was obvious that Ryan wasn't going to wait till after his meal to demand answers. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on, Ryan. I swear on my father's grave."

"Oh come on Jeremy. I'm not blind. I'm not anything extraordinary. I'm just okay. There are people out there who are more..."

"Ryan?" Jeremy growled. "I swore on my father's grave. Respect that. Besides, ever heard the saying beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?"

"And did you treat me that way because of that so called beauty, Jeremy?" Ryan snapped. "I need to understand. I have all these feelings inside that I really don't understand. And they are very intense. For instance, I want to be very far away from you. But at the same time, I can't bear the thought of not seeing you. Does it make sense?"

"There's an explanation for that. I'll..."

"An explanation huh?" Ryan gave a humourless chuckle. "Same reason you had to torture me as though I was the scum of this earth?" Ryan tilted his head to the side and stared at Jeremy. "Well, at least the hatred I have for you is intact. I don't think that's ever going to diminish. I mean people like you shouldn't be allowed to live because you are a threat to other people. Look at what you did to me."

Jeremy's heart was breaking. He knew Ryan hated him but it was so painful to hear it from Ryan's lips. He felt his wolf whine pitifully within at Ryan's words. And for the second time since his first shift into a wolf, Jeremy felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He got of the bed. The last thing he wanted was for Ryan to see him vulnerable.

"You'll have to excuse me please." Jeremy's voice was hoarse from unshed tears as he avoided Ryan's eyes. He couldn't understand how Ryan could bring him to the brink of tears so easily. He was an alpha for f**k's sake...and a powerful one at that. Jeremy quickly told Philip through their mind-link to send someone to clear the plates and to keep an eye on Ryan. Then the distraught alpha moved swiftly onto the balcony and jumped down, not even bothering with his clothes. By the time he landed on the ground, he was a huge red wolf. And even as Jeremy ran, his sad howls brought great sadness into the heart of every werewolf who heard him. Ryan didn't feel any diferent... his heart hurt so bad he wanted to bawl his eyes out. What the f**k was his deal with Jeremy, he wondered for the umpteenth time. He covered his head with a pillow and screamed.

When he felt Philip enter the room, Ryan didn't raise his head. Someone took the trolley out of the room, leaving only Philip who sat beside him on the bed.

"You have to watch what you say to him Prof." Philip said quietly. He knew Ryan was angry at his alpha and rightly so but he hated that his alpha was hurting. Ryan groaned and sat up. "Are you saying I shouldn't be honest with him?"

"I'm saying you should be sensitive. That's all I'm asking."

"And couldn't he have been sensitive when he was dealing with me at that time?"

"He wasn't himself, Ryan." For the first time, Philip addressed Ryan by name. That showed just how serious the beta was.

"There's that silly excuse again." Ryan muttered. "And does not being himself make what he did to me alright?"

"No it doesn't. But two wrongs don't make a right." Philip's voice was stern. "I know what he did was wicked but he's trying to make it better. You have no idea just how hard he's trying. His ways may not be the best but he's trying. Please cut him some slack. Please. I know you can't forget but please try and put it past you. Look to the future. Make it better."

"But what happens in the future is a buildup on the past. If the past is shitty, it impacts on the future. Doesn't it?"

"If by a stroke of bad luck, you nearly drown, will you say you're never going to drink water again?"

"Oh I'll drink water all right." Ryan retorted. "I'm just not going to swim again."

"Listen, Prof. Unfortunate things happen all the time. But we try and move on. I think you should give him a chance. Have you noticed that you don't feel good when he's hurting?"

"Why is that?" Ryan asked, looking at Philip curiously.

"Ask him. Talk to him. Not about hurtful stu. He already knows he's hurt you and he regrets it. No need to rub it in. Talk to him about the two of you. About how you feel about each other."

Ryan groaned. "We planned to talk after that meal but..."

"May I ask exactly what you said to get him so upset? Because the whole pack is feeling his pain right now and that is very dangerous."

When an alpha felt that much hurt, they became vulnerable and could be taken on and defeated by an enemy who decides to strike at that particular moment. The alpha, and the pack for that matter, weren't safe at that very moment and the beta hated that. "Oh boy! I told him I hated him and that he didn't deserve to live." Ryan shrugged.

"Shit!" Philip swore. "Are you trying to kill him?" Philip's eyes flashed with anger.

"Why would telling someone that you hate them kill them? If I were to tell you that I hated you, would you die?"

"No, because I'm not your fucking mate." Philip growled and promptly swore when he realized what he'd revealed.

"What?" Ryan whispered, suddenly remembering Gloria' lecture on mates and how in tune with each other they were....how what a ected one afected the other...how they couldn't live without each other...how their souls were linked blah, blah, blah. Was that what was happening between him and Jeremy? Were they... "Philip..."

"Forget I said anything." Philip turned to go.

"Is it true?" Ryan growled suddenly, stopping Philip in his tracks.

Philip turned around slowly to face his alpha's mate whose eyes had shifted to amber and his claws were elongating.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that." Philip said quietly. "You know within yourself that what I said is the truth."

Ryan got of the bed and began to pace. "When is he coming back?" Suddenly, a lot of things made sense. And the more his brain pieced things together, the angrier he got. He needed to see Jeremy. He needed answers.

"I don't know. When he's okay I guess. Try talking to him." Philip said, touching a finger to his temple.

"He's not there." Ryan rasped. "I want to go to him."

"He went because he needed to be alone. Give him that. Please." For the first time since meeting the professor, Philip was scared of him. Hell, the guy got turned in less than a month but already emanated so much power one couldn't help but feel some fear in his presence. Especially when he got angry as he seemed at that very moment. Philip didn't envy his alpha one bit. "Ryan? Try and control yourself..."

"What?" Ryan turned amber eyes onto Philip. His fangs had already dropped down.

"You need to control your wolf." Philip said softly. "You're shifting. If you don't replace a way to control it, you can shift in the midst of humans at the least provocation. And that will be a big problem." With that, Philip opened the door and left. He needed to be around his alpha.