Arrow Inferno
Chapter 100: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… The Alpha of all Alphas!

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"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 lust within was so high he could barely suck in his breath. "Touch me then," he begged. "Please, Jeremy. Fuck...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 difficult being around his mate and not getting any relief but that wouldn't kill him. If only the thought of wanking off wasn't so sickening, Ryan thought as he eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.

Jeremy couldn't sleep. He stared at the back of his mate. He could tell the exact moment Ryan nodded off 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 effort 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 off to sleep.

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"So what went down?" Stan asked, refilling his glass with scotch.

Jeremy had just returned from a meeting with the alphas. And as was their usual practice, Phillip and Stan had followed him into the suite, for a rundown of what had been said at the meeting.

It had been a week since Jeremy had been back from purgatory. He'd decided that it was about time he met with the alphas and explained his absence. Jeremy had boldly confessed to his colleague alphas what he'd done and its consequent punishment. The alphas had actually given him a standing ovation for taking his punishment like a man and an alpha. Jeremy had drawn the minds of the alphas to the fact that as a mere human and a newly turned wolf, Ryan hadn't stood a chance against his Ojah powers.

"And you should be grateful for that because if it had been now that he has all that divine power, you would have been smoked." One alpha said, making all the others erupt with laughter.

Jeremy had been happy about their attitude. He'd been worried about how they would react towards Ryan after hearing what had happened but it was obvious they actually respected and liked his mate. After all, but for Ryan, they would all be dead or worse...living as the bitches of some four-century-old warlock. The alphas had then proved how they still respected Jeremy even after everything he'd done, by informing him that they'd met in his absence and voted unanimously that he become the alpha of alphas since Sasha, who'd held that position, was dead.

Jeremy had been shocked that the alphas wanted him as their AA. He'd just sat there and stared at the faces of the expectant alphas. Finally, he'd gathered his thoughts long enough to ask them the questing that was eating at his conscious. "You want me to occupy that position even after what I did? I've been at the Fort for the past three months for fucks sake." Jeremy gasped.

"And who better to hold that position than someone who has the experience of the Fort under his belt?" The oldest alpha amongst them spoke up. "Someone who is brave enough to actually embrace such a punishment. Someone whose mate saved all of our kind, from a lifetime of thralldom. Need I go on son?" He drawled, making the others laugh and applaud again.

"And with that badass mate of yours by your side, no one can touch us." Another added, to which all the alphas gave a loud roar of excitement.

In the end, a stunned Jeremy thanked the alphas for the offer and promised to give them his response in two days. They had responded that they were not going to take no, for an answer. Jeremy had thanked them once again and then left the meeting in a daze.

"That's what I'm talking about." Stan gave a fist pump when Jeremy finished giving them the news. "We get the headquarters. Fuck yeah!"