Arrow Inferno
Chapter 63: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… I want it all!

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Ryan told himself not to think about what was coming as he kissed his mate senseless. He needed to give his mate what he'd asked for. He could do that, Ryan told himself. With that resolution made, he threw himself into the kiss. He couldn't get enough of Jeremy's sexy mouth. Ryan couldn't believe he was going to be deprived of their sweetness for two whole years. Well, he had them now, didn't he? He kissed Jeremy as though it were his last time. By the time the two came up for a much-needed air, Jeremy was on top of Ryan, and both were rock hard.

"Shit." Jeremy groaned as he rubbed his hardness against Ryan's in a wickedly slow grind. "You feel so fucking good." He moaned, staring down at Ryan with glazed eyes. "Your lips are so soft." He whispered. "I love your eyes. Their colour makes me go crazy for you. Fuck, we have to stop this." Jeremy groaned, leaning his forehead against Ryan's. But his hips didn't stop their movement against Ryan for even a second. "I'm only supposed to mark you and nothing more." He took Ryan's mouth again before he could respond.

Ryan was in another realm. He slid his legs around Jeremy and twined his ankles together on his lower back. In that position, Jeremy's heavy balls rubbed against his exposed hole with every movement of his hips. Ryan gasped into the kiss, his face flushed with arousal.

"Fuck..." Jeremy tore his mouth away with a whimper and buried his face against Ryan's neck. "Ryan please..." The alpha pleaded brokenly, his whole body trembling with the intensity of his need. "We can't..."

"Yes, we can." Ryan breathed, pushing Jeremy's head up to gaze into his dazed blue eyes with his own lust-filled ones. "I only get to be marked once. I want this to be as memorable as it can be." He licked at the corner of Jeremy's mouth, drawing a tortured moan from the alpha. "Since we're granting wishes, why don't you grant mine?" He licked from Jeremy's mouth to his ear.

"Ryan..." But Jeremy lost his train of thought when Ryan began to swirl his wet tongue along the shell of his ear. "Oh, God... Listen to me Ryan..."

"No, you listen to me," Ryan growled as he rolled them so that he was on top of Jeremy.

If it had been any other person, Jeremy would have been pissed off because it was a clear challenge. But the sexy man looking down at him was his mate. And Jeremy loved how in control he was that very moment. "Gloria told me you were going to mark me during sex..."

"That's during the ceremo..."

"Shut up Jeremy," Ryan said dryly. "Sorry to bring this up now but the last time you bit me...let's just say I'd rather forget." He ignored Jeremy's mortified groan. The alpha's eyes fluttered close. He was obviously trying to hide his shame. "Look at me, Jeremy," Ryan said softly and waited till his mate opened his eyes. Then he leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. "As I was saying...and got rudely interrupted..." Ryan loved the smile that appeared on his mate's handsome face at his words. "Gloria told me how good that bite is going to be when you give it to me during..."

"I can still make it good even if we don't..."

"Did I tell you to speak?" Ryan growled and almost laughed at the amused but admiring look on Jeremy's face. "The way your mother described it... God, she has a way with words." He gasped and then grinned when Jeremy rolled his eyes. That was so weird but adorable. "Well, I want it. I want what she described. I'm not going to allow you to mark me any other way Jer. I want to feel everything. Call me selfish but...that's how it's gonna go. You get your wish by granting mine." Ryan watched as a shocked and obviously speechless Jeremy looked up at him. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He purred.

"Are you insane?" Jeremy growled. He hadn't thought Ryan was serious till he'd given that condition. "I have to follow the rules!"

"Fuck the rules." Ryan snapped. "It's not like you always follow them anyway." He drawled. "Listen, he that is down needs fear no fall, right?" He grinned. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I know what you're trying to do," Jeremy said quietly.

"And what's that?"

"You want to send me off with a...something nice. Sex. But you don't have to. Really."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ryan's eyes lowered to lock on Jeremy's mouth. "I want you, Jeremy. Not once have I ever looked at you and not wanted to jump your bones. You know that." He murmured but his mate read right through him.

"I know you want me, Ryan." Jeremy's voice softened. "But just wanting me, wouldn't make you offer yourself to me as you're doing now. If I go ahead and have sex with you, you might regret it later. And that will crash me, Ryan." Jeremy let out a deep breath. "Listen, I know you try to tolerate me because of the mate pull. You can't fight that. I know. But I'll be a fool not to know how much you hate me deep down. It's only natural, taking into consideration how badly I've treated you. I understand. You don't have to do this."

"I don't hate you, Jeremy." Ryan said quietly. "Don't get me wrong. I'm still sickened by what you did. And I did hate you. God knows I did." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them. "When I was a little boy..." "Are you seriously going to tell me a story right now?" Jeremy looked incredulous.

"Will you just listen?" Ryan groaned. "When I was a little boy, I screamed for hours because my mum killed a spider on my bed. I thought that was cruel. I thought everything deserved life. Till I met you. I wanted you dead. You made me go to a place that I'd never known. A place of rage and darkness." Ryan rubbed his knuckles soothingly against Jeremy's cheek when he felt him tense up against him. "I hope I never go to that place again. So yes, I hated you with a passion. I remember telling you too. So believe me, when I say I don't anymore. I wouldn't be this devastated at what's happening if I hated you as much as you think and you know it." Ryan said, getting off Jeremy. "I want you to mark me whilst you're making love to me, Jeremy...as you're supposed to." He said as he moved towards the bed area. "And I'm not taking no for an answer." He pulled open the bedside drawer.

Jeremy groaned and covered his eyes with an arm when he heard the drawer open. He knew what Ryan was looking for. What scared him was that he didn't think he had enough self-control to deny his mate what he was asking for. He'd gone too long without. Hell, his cock throbbed painfully even then, spitting out so much precum as if he was actually being stimulated. No, he definitely didn't have the strength to deny his mate. When he heard the sound of the tube of lube he usually kept inside his drawer land beside him, he uncovered his eyes and watched as his beautiful mate stroked his cocks slowly and sexily...as if he had all the time in the world. Captivated by the sight, Jeremy stared.

"Fuck!" Jeremy breathed. He couldn't stop the shiver of arousal that rippled through him. He gazed up at Ryan with that feral hunger that always made Ryan's heart pound with desire.

"I want you to make this so good, Jeremy. I want you to savour the bliss that I know you're going to derive from it and dwell on that when you reach your breaking point. I can't do anything to prevent the torture that you're going to endure. I wish I could. But I want this to be so good it will push through all that pain." Ryan stared into Jeremy's eyes with so much hunger and heat. "Let's make our own memories." He finished in the sexiest voice Jeremy had ever heard. And oh what erotic memories they made!