Arrow Inferno
Chapter 120: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Wolfie time!

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'Oh my god...' Jeremy's wolf panted as he crawled over Ryan's wolf. 'Ryan?' The alpha wolf tried to catch his breath as he nuzzled his mate's face. The wolf gave a tiny growl when he realized that his mate was actually fast asleep. 'You must be shitting me.' Jeremy muttered as he slumped beside his passed-out mate and snuggled closer, his body still quivering from delicious aftershocks.

They were in the forest on the beautiful Quain Islands. They'd gone for a run after Jeremy had finally managed to convince his mate to leave their bed. For the five days that they'd been on the Island, they were virtually always in bed with Jeremy deep inside Ryan. Ryan wouldn't have it any other way. Even when they went for walks, they didn't explore as much as Jeremy would have expected a zoology professor to because they always ended up fucking like bunnies. It was almost as if the Island and especially its forest, brought out the savage lust within them. Sometimes they would fuck against a tree, or on the ground, at times in the beautiful lake, and other times under the cascading waterfall. His mate didn't seem to want anything else apart from his cock. Ryan was insatiable.

Although Jeremy was used to his mate's excessive sexual demands, he'd still been caught off guard that day. They'd been running in their wolf form, happily forging through the foliage, loving the smell of nature all around them. Then the beautiful white wolf had suddenly turned in the direction of the big red alpha wolf and tackled him to the ground.

'Cut it out, Ryan.' The alpha had laughed delightedly, rolling around with his mate. Then suddenly, Ryan's wolf had let out a lustful howl. The delicious pheromones that suddenly sprung from his mate was not something Jeremy could fight or ignore. It was like a force, filling Jeremy with an intense carnal lust that was too powerful for him to contain. 'Ryan...'

'I want you.' Ryan had whimpered. 'Now...'

And Jeremy hadn't been able to control himself. If had felt as if he would combust if he didn't take his mate right that very instant. Neither wolf bothered changing form. And for the very first time, Jeremy had taken his mate in their most animalistic form. He'd fucked his beautiful white wolf with a violent, primal hunger that only an animal possessed. The savagery, intensity, and pure pleasure had been so overwhelming the alpha and his mate had gone at it for hours. They just couldn't get enough of each other. Their lustful growls and howls carried throughout the forest and even as far as the chalets where the few werewolves on the Island were. Jeremy couldn't think of any other word to describe their raw encounter besides, phenomenal. The alpha wolf had never experienced anything so wild and wonderful in his life. He felt so contented but understandably drained. Jeremy wasn't surprised that Ryan had dropped off. That had been off the fucking charts.

But Jeremy was confused. He didn't know what to think. Yes, he knew he was a great fuck. Women had been telling him just how amazing he was in bed since he was just a teen. He knew how his mate enjoyed their sexual encounters. Yes, their very first time had been terrible, thanks to him but he'd redeemed himself impressively if Ryan's reaction to their sexcapades was anything to go by. What Jeremy couldn't understand, however, was the almost crazed craving his mate suddenly seemed to have for sex. Jeremy believed it had started on the ride to the alphas' meeting four days earlier. But he blamed that initial craving on the butt plug...and himself.

It was understandable for Ryan to be horny with all those sensations brought on by the vibrating motorbike against his plug-filled arse. What surprised Jeremy was that although the plug had been out during their flight to the Island...and he'd fucked Ryan before they'd taken off, his mate had still been so aroused, he'd had to engage the cruise control at a point during their short flight, to fuck Ryan hard and fast to a quick climax before they'd gotten to the Island.

As if that wasn't strange enough, when they'd finally gotten to the Island, Ryan had neither expressed any excitement for finally being on the famous Island he'd heard so much about, nor had he expressed interest in exploring the place as Jeremy thought he would. His mate just wanted to have sex. He hadn't even been patient long enough for Jeremy to greet the staff. Ryan just wanted him in bed. Jeremy had only managed to call Phillip to inform him that they'd gotten to the Island safely, and to instruct him to get ready for the search for his mate as soon as they got back home before he was dragged into bed. Jeremy enjoyed all the sexy time. Hell, who wouldn't? Ryan was dynamite in bed. But he couldn't help but be worried that something was not right.

For one, he couldn't help but rise up to the occasion no matter where they were, or how many times Ryan demanded sex. Sometimes he felt drained and tired but all he had to do was get a whiff of that unique scent on Ryan that seemed to be getting more and more potent by the day. Then almost as if he was being controlled by a wireless remote, he was ready to go. He'd always gotten off on his mate's unique scent. But that particular scent that had started to emanate from Ryan in the past few days never failed to make Jeremy's mouth water and cock harden to the point of pain. The feeling was just insanely mind-boggling. Jeremy couldn't say no to Ryan even if he wanted to. He remembered the strange event that had occurred two days earlier...

Jeremy had been in the shed, talking to the Nash, the werewolf who managed the Island. He was a tall, muscular man whose pleasant and friendly nature belied his intimidating appearance. Nash was one of the nicest and principled people that Jeremy knew. He'd wanted to speak with Jeremy about a weird situation that seemed to have cropped up on the Island. To enable Jeremy and Ryan have some freedom on the Island, the human staff had been given two weeks off, leaving about twenty staff who were all werewolves. But suddenly, the males amongst the remaining staff seemed to be coming down with an ailment of sorts.

Out of the eight males, six had to be given some time off. Nash told Jeremy with an amused look that the ailment seemed almost sexual in nature. He'd added that surprisingly, the affected guys seemed alright once they left the Island. Nash told Jeremy that he suspected that something in the atmosphere on the Island was causing it because even he felt it sometimes. He said it had started around the time his AA and his mate had arrived. He believed he was probably not too affected because he'd been very busy.

As Nash was talking, Ryan had entered the shed and headed straight for Jeremy. Nash had his back to Ryan but he'd paused midsentence to sniff the air. Then he'd suddenly let out a lustful growl, his eye turning amber instantly. Jeremy had been surprised at the manager's reaction but had turned to focus on his sexy mate as he drew closer to them. And that was when Nash turned to look behind him. The next thing Jeremy knew, the manager had shifted into his wolf and had begun to howl at Ryan in a way that a male would howl to make their sexual interest known to a female.

"What the fuck?" Jeremy had growled as his claws had instantly extended. He was ready to kill the man who dared lust after his mate right in front of him.

But Ryan had calmly reached out and touched Nash's head, and then muttered softly, "sleep". The wolf had instantly flopped down in a deep sleep. "Your manager is gay." Ryan had murmured as he went on his toes before Jeremy and began to lick at his lips.

"No, he's not." Jeremy had growled against Ryan's nibbling mouth. "He's mated with kids."

"Really?" Ryan's eyebrow had shot up in surprise. He'd seen the manager only once. And that was the first day they'd landed on the Island. Besides the fact that he and Jeremy occupied the Villa, which stood apart from the chalets, he'd spent almost all his time in their room getting cocked by Jeremy. He therefore didn't know much about the staff. "Forget about him." Ryan had purred, his fingers busy at Jeremy's zipper. "I need you."

"Ryan..." "Please..."

"Baby..." Jeremy had breathed, melting inside at how sweetly his mate pleaded. He always loved it whenever Ryan pleaded so sexily. That time was no different. Even though he'd still been confused and more than a little angry at Nash's behaviour, he'd succumbed to his mate's demand. After all, he couldn't have possibly ignored the fact that his cock had thickened and lengthened in anticipation of plunging into that sweet heaven only he could enjoy. And somehow, a part of him wanted desperately to claim Ryan...show Nash that he was his and unavailable. "Get me ready." He'd instructed huskily.

And right there beside the sleeping wolf, Ryan had gone down on his knees, taken Jeremy into his mouth, and sucked him till he was slick and ready. Then Ryan had stripped as if they were alone, bent over the huge mahogany table in the shed, and allowed Jeremy to fuck him till their cries of pleasure filled the shed. That had been one of Jeremy's most enjoyable fucks. Afterward, he'd thought that he'd probably enjoyed it so much because unconsciously, he was staking his claim on his mate in front of the male who had dared shown interest in him. The fact that the male in question was fast asleep didn't really matter.

The huge, red, alpha wolf shook his head at the memory.