Savage Desire
Chapter 3

"What have you done to me?" Ryan finally asked. "Whatever you did to turn me into a wolf, you better undo it before I leave here, do you hear me?" Ryan somehow had a strong feeling that that wasn't the last time he was going to turn into an animal because even as he stood there as a human being, he could feel a powerful presence inside him. He could feel the restless movement of another being within him and that scared the shit out of him. "I didn't do anything wrong. If I trespassed on your land, I'm sorry but I didn't mean any harm. I'm a professor of zoology at UCLA. My name is Ryan Hicks. Please google it or something. I don't know what kind of cult you people are running here but I'm sure that just as you were able to turn me into a wolf, you can take away whatever...curse this is." He definitely couldn't afford to turn into an animal in front of his students or any other person for that matter. "And if you have any intention of keeping me here as your prisoner or killing me, I think you should know that I wasn't alone when I was taken by your people. I need to go back or people will come looking for me." Ryan said, desperately hoping the last part would get the red-eyed cannibal to release him. Of course no one would look for him. Who would bother looking for a loner with no loved ones? The school would probably send him mails, reminding him that he was missing lectures but that was about it. No one cared. When Ryan saw the man turn abruptly on his heels and head towards the stairs, he shouted with desperation and anger; "I've got rights, you a*****e. Let me out of this f*****g cage."

But Jeremy neither responded nor turned back to face Ryan. When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Philip leaning against the door, intently looking on his phone. Jeremy made to brush past him but Philip stopped him with his words. "Alpha, he's telling the truth. He's a professor at UCLA. I just googled him."

"That doesn't mean he's not a hunter and you know it." Jeremy rasped, opening the door and stepping out.

Philip followed him but Jeremy didn't stop him. Most people would stay away from him in his current state but not Philip, Jeremy thought with irritation and some satisfaction despite himself. Knowing his friend, he was trying to find a way to get him to snap out of his kill mode. Well, good luck to him Jeremy thought, resisting the urge to snap his friend's neck.

"He's a wolf now, Jer." Philip said quietly. "You know what to do if you want the truth. Just open your mind-link to him and read him."

"No." Jeremy growled punching the button for the elevator. Opening his mind-link to that murdering hunter was not going to happen. It was too intimate.

"Jer..."

"I'm not ready to do that." warning note but his friend Jeremy's was too voice held a subtle upset to heed the warning.

"Really? Just as you're not ready to admit that he's your mate?" Phillip rasped and saw Jeremy freeze. The air around them crackled with the raw power emanating from the bloodthirsty alpha. Philip watched with pounding heart as Jeremy slowly turned around to face him. Oh boy! Philip swallowed audibly. "Easy Jer..." Philip couldn't hide the tremor in his voice. It took a brave man not to take to his heels when stared down by a red-eyed Jeremy. "I'm just trying to help. If you don't put an end to this and treat him well, you're going to super just as much as he is and you know it."

Jeremy stared at his friend. He wasn't surprised his friend had guessed. Philip knew him too well. He tilted his head to the side as he stared at Philip, almost as if he were contemplating the quickest way to end his life.

"Jeremy please listen to what I'm saying." Philip pleaded. "I can foresee what you're doing to him backfiring big time. Did you really have to make him pee himself? He's you f*****g mate, man. Not cool." With that, Philip started to back o, obviously not wanting to make the mistake of turning his back on his alpha and angering him even further.

"Philip?" Jeremy's cold voice sent a chill down Philip's spine but he stopped his backward movement and waited for his alpha to speak. "See to it that he's cleaned and put him in the room next to mine." Jeremy rasped, then abruptly turned around and entered the waiting elevator.

"Consider it done, Alpha." Philip actually beamed.

Maybe feeling his mate close to him would help snap Jeremy back to sanity, Philip thought as he started towards

the dungeon. He was thrilled he'd been able to somehow get to his friend. Little did he know...

Ryan watched warily as three men approached his cage. He remembered seeing one of them with Red Eyes the night before. He was almost as tall as the asshole and just as big. But he had slightly long dark hair and striking grey eyes. The man was really handsome. When Ryan saw one of the men holding a bunch of keys, he got to his feet and started towards the iron door but the man growled and glared at him, electively stopping him in his tracks.

"Settle down Paul." The handsome man growled right back at the man holding the keys. When the door swung open, the man who had opened it pulled out cus from his back pocket but the nice man once again stepped in. "That won't be necessary, Paul." He said, ignoring the incredulous look Paul threw his way. It was obvious he wanted to protest but Ryan could also see respect and acceptance in his eyes. The nice man was obviously superior to him and he therefore didn't want to question his decision. To Ryan, the nice man said calmly, "Sorry about that Prof. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." He actually smiled at a surprised Ryan.

"Thanks." Ryan muttered and unconsciously looked beyond the men to see whether the red-eyed monster was anywhere around. The nice man didn't miss it.

"Don't worry about him." Nice, handsome man said as he preceded an exhausted-looking Ryan up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, the man held the door open for Ryan who nodded his thanks. Ryan's first glance brought an

uncontrollable gasp from his lips. The layout of the floor that they were on was simply beautiful.

"Is this place a hotel or something?" He couldn't help but ask, still surprised he could actually see perfectly without his glasses.

"No." Philip chuckled. "It's just a house. Jeremy's house."

"It's magnificent." Ryan muttered as they entered an elevator. "Who's this Jeremy by the way? Is he a..."

"He's the mean guy who bit you last night." Philip answered dryly, cutting Ryan o}.

"Oh." Ryan went quiet for a moment. "May I know your name please?" He asked.

"Philip." He answered simply.

"Hello Philip." Ryan automatically stretched forth his hand for a handshake but just as quickly, let his hand fall back to his side when he saw just how dirty and smelly his whole body was. "Sorry." He said quietly and dropped his eyes to his feet. "I'm Ryan..." He said quietly. "I know who you are Prof." Philip laughed softly as he reached forward to grasp Ryan's hand and firmly shook it. The professor was not only beautiful, he was also a really nice guy.

"Please call me Ryan. I feel older than my thirty-one when people call me prof."

"Don't your students call you prof?" Philip asked with a raised brow.

"They do but they are my students. You are not."

"Right. Here we are." Philip said when the lift stopped on the twelfth floor and watched as Ryan's jaw dropped at the

sheer luxury and elegance of the deco. Philip opened a door and turned to face Ryan. "This is your room."

Ryan followed Philip inside and did a quick sweep with his eyes. "Impressive." He mumbled. The room was big and classy. Though it surprised Ryan that he'd been assigned such a room, he didn't question it. Maybe they'd realized that he'd been truthful after all. Why else would Philip address him as prof? "So...do I take it you're all werewolves?" Ryan asked, his face expressionless.

"I thought you didn't know who we were." Philip retorted. "Isn't that what you told the men who brought you in?"

"Dude, get real. Of course I've always thought creatures like werewolves didn't exist. I mean hey...I live in the real world. Then last night, Mean man...Jeremy, bites me and I turn into a wolf. Hello-o-o. I'm not stupid."

"I forgot you have four PHDs. Sorry Prof." Philip laughed. "I guess your world is not that real after all."

"So you did google me. Thank God. Does that mean I can go?" Ryan looked hopeful.

"I will leave that for Mean man...Jeremy to answer when he's ready to talk." Philip said with an amused smile. "And yes I googled you. And Prof, you look rather young for your age."

"Hmmm. I get that a lot." Ryan replied and suddenly got a worried look on his face. "Listen Philip, I hope your man...Jeremy can undo whatever he did to me. Because...I don't know how to describe it." He sighed. "I can feel something within me. I won't turn into a wolf again by any chance will I? You people have to fix me before I leave."

Philip silently cursed his alpha in his head. The right thing was for Jeremy to have first of all, told Ryan about their world, and then gotten his consent to turn him before biting him. Now the man obviously didn't have a clue about what was happening to him. Philip didn't even want to begin going into the entire werewolf, mate-to-the-alpha thing. He would leave that to Jeremy himself to handle as he should have done in the first place. The professor actually expected them to undo his were nature and let him go. Philip suppressed a groan.

"Jeremy will handle it." Philip said firmly.

"You sure about that? Why does he hate me so much?" Ryan asked, not bothering to mention Jeremy's name. "I just don't understand. All the cruel things he did to me... I don't think all that is just because I trespassed is it? God, I'm tired." He groaned, turning to look at the big inviting bed longingly. "Can I go ahead and take a shower?" He asked, looking at his dirty body.

“Sure. There are jeans and t-shirts in here." Philip said, stepping into the big walk-in-closet. "The jeans might be slightly bigger but you can use them for now. Just leave your jeans in the laundry basket inside the bathroom. There's body cream and deodorant spray in here but don't use them."

"Why not?" Ryan asked, curious.

Philip raised an eyebrow in surprise at Ryan's question. Then he laughed softly. He really wasn't used to being questioned but he knew it was only to be expected from a college professor.

"Know what? I'll keep them till I feel it's okay for you to use them." Philip said as he picked up the items of the dresser in the room. The last thing he wanted was to mask

Ryan's scent from his stubborn mate. Philip wanted Ryan's scent to assail Jeremy's senses till he was going out of his mind with desire for his mate. Maybe that would do the trick...bring their alpha back. "If you want to get in touch with me, just dial three on your intercom and you'll get me."

"Can I use the phone to make a call?" Ryan asked.

"I'm sorry but you can't." Philip said grupy.

"Well, can you please give me your cell phone to make..." Ryan trailed of when he saw Philip shaking his head apologetically. "Oh. I suppose I'm a prisoner then." He said quietly.

"Sorry." Philip rasped. He hated the position Jeremy had placed him in. "Your food will be sent up in..." He looked at his wrist watch. "Thirty minutes. So that has to be a quick shower." He murmured, looking pointedly at Ryan's dirty jeans.

Ryan blushed and quickly turned towards what he assumed was the door to the bathroom.

"Wrong door." Philip's voice stopped him in his tracks. "It's that one." He pointed to the other door in the room.

"Where does this one lead to?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Jeremy's bedroom." Philip said and quickly turned to leave the room, knowing he was going to burst into laughter if he lingered for even one more second. The incredulous look on Ryan's face was comical.

Ryan stared at the closed door and felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't help but think his days were numbered. There was actually a connecting door between his and the wicked asshole's rooms? Ryan didn't have any hope of survival as he knew that Jeremy was definitely going to kill him in his sleep.

In the adjoining room, the Alpha of Stanwood Pack, who was still under the control of the deadly and ruthless Ojah spirit, paced as if he was going crazy. And it was all because of his angry annoying wolf. The wolf wanted them to go and be with the hunter. But that was the last thing Jeremy wanted to do. His l**t for the hunter was increasing by the minute and that pissed the alpha o to no end. He could actually smell him through the door and his d**k had remained constantly hard as though he had priapism. He wanted the man so bad. Usually after every run, he got so sexually charged that he f****d one or two of his numerous girls. This time however, the urge was a hundred times worse because he'd found his mate. He would have called one of his women but his damn wolf wouldn't allow him to be with anybody besides his mate. The alpha was going out of his mind with need. He paced like an angry bull. By evening, he was ready to kill.

Ryan came awake in his bed suddenly. His eyes remained wide and unfocused. Ryan couldn't shake of the vision of Jeremy. He rubbed at his eyes and groaned when he finally remembered. He was Jeremy's prisoner.

"F**k." He swore when his eyes landed on his twitching hardness. "Seriously?"

Ryan knew that his state of arousal was a result of the dream he'd had about Jeremy. Why the fuck was he even dreaming about that monster, Ryan groaned. Why Jeremy and not someone else? In his dream, Jeremy had blue eyes instead of the weird red, and he was as sexy as all f**k. He'd been naked and was staring at Ryan with so much hunger in his eyes.

"Shit." Ryan muttered, turning his head to look at the time on the clock on his bedside table.

Ryan groaned when he realized he'd only slept for about thirty minutes. Fuck, after what he'd been through, he needed his sleep. After his bath, he'd been served the most delicious meal which had left him wondering whether Philip had been truthful with him. The way he'd been served, the dressing and attitude of the one who had brought his food, and the quality of the food was definitely at par with the standards of a five-star hotel. After filling his tummy with that yummy food, he'd gotten into bed and instantly gone to sleep, only to come awake with his dicks as hard as nails, thanks to some silly dream. He was so fucking horny. Yes, he was highly sexed because of his peculiar nature but the urge he felt at that particular moment was so intense it left him confused. Ryan knew he couldn't possibly go back to sleep without first taking care of his situation.

With a deep sigh, Ryan undid the buttons on his jeans and released his hard dicks. He was so hard he hurt. Precum was already pooling at both tips. He'd never spurted through both dicks at the same time but it was common for both to spill precum if he was very excited...which he obviously was. Ryan rubbed the precum on both dicks, getting them slick. Then he gripped both dicks in one hand and began to stroke. Ryan closed his eyes and immediately saw Jeremy...just as he'd been in the dream... his eyes blue and intense, his body gloriously muscled, tight, boldly masculine and undeniably gorgeous. He hated that the image that sprung to mind was Jeremy's of all people but he just couldn't shake of the image.

Ryan's breath came out harshly as his hand moved faster. He knew he wasn't going to last.

"Oh fuck." He breathed as he threw his head back in blissful abandon, his free hand burrowing beneath his t-shirt to pull on a distended n****e.

With his face flushed with need, he squeezed the mushroom heads together, causing more precum to gush out. He groaned a rough sound of pleasure and then quickly bit his lip to keep his moans down as his hips began to lift of the bed, pushing himself rhythmically into his hand. It felt so good. He pictured a naked Jeremy, standing before him, stroking his own hard c**k just as Ryan was doing at that very moment. The image was so hot Ryan was goddamn ready to blow. His hand quickened, jacking his c***s with brutal speed and violence, in a race to grasp that blissful feeling. His stomach clenched as he felt his o****m travel down his spine, his entire body shaking with the intensity of feeling within. He'd never felt such intense s****l exhilaration.

"Holy shit." Ryan gasped at the first jolting eruption. He couldn't suppress his cry of ecstasy as his o****m rocked through him, making his whole body quake with the wonder of it. "Christ." Ryan moaned as he shot, his head thrown back as he allowed the sweet feeling to wash over him. "F**k."

Ryan breathed harshly as he came down from his high. He rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom as if he were drunk. He quickly wiped himself down, fixed his jeans, and then went back to bed. With that taken care of, he hoped to get some much needed sleep.

Back in Jeremy's massive luxury suite, the alpha let out a growl of lust when the sound of Ryan's erotic moans and the smell of his cum hit his senses. As a werewolf, his senses were always heightened. And in his current state of arousal, the scent of his mate's cum sent him into a lustful frenzy. Jeremy's eyes went wild, his fangs dropped, his cock got painfully hard against the zipper of his pants...

"Fuck this." He breathed. Then with a growl, he grabbed a tube of lube and stormed towards the connecting door between his and his mate's rooms.