Arrow Inferno
Chapter 106: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Forgive Me!

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Ryan gave harsh shuddering breaths as Jeremy wiggled the tip of his tongue into each slit, making sure every last drop wasn't wasted. He wanted to push Jeremy away from his sensitive cocks but he felt too delirious and drained of energy to even manage that. Ryan tried to control his breathing but he couldn't, due to the tension that suddenly began to build up within him. He knew that his breath should be slowing down after that amazingly consuming release but on the contrary, his breath kept coming out even more harshly. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions, some of which surprised him.

He knew that the only way to be free of all those pent-up emotions was to completely let himself go but Ryan fought it. He tried to fight down the need to cry but he just couldn't hold it together. He felt his eyes well up just as a ragged sound tore out of his throat. Ryan completely lost it. He heard Jeremy's anguished groan when the first choked sounds burst forth. Then he felt strong arms wrap around his heaving body. All his pain poured out in a flood, and it felt good...so very good, to let it go. Ryan sobbed his heart out.

"Oh god, baby forgive me..." Jeremy knew that he was the cause of Ryan's breakdown and felt like a heel for reducing his mate to tears. "I've been a fool. I'm so sorry Ryan." He kept telling his sobbing mate but his words made Ryan cry even harder.

Ryan wanted to assure Jeremy that he wasn't the cause of his meltdown but he couldn't stop his sobbing long enough to talk to his mate. Much as he'd been hurt by what Jeremy had done, the cause of his emotional breakdown was totally different from what his mate thought. Ryan himself was actually shocked at how he felt and why he felt that way. He couldn't believe, for instance, that after two whole weeks, he was suddenly feeling emotional about the fact that not only had his father not known of his existence, but he would have actually killed him if he'd known. He'd needed his mate then to give him the necessary comfort but he hadn't gotten that for obvious reasons. But now that his mate had finally let down that barrier he'd erected between them since his return, his mind and body were naturally demanding that comfort. Ryan got so lost in his emotions that his mind block, which shielded his thoughts from people, unsurprisingly lowered, allowing Jeremy to read his thoughts and know exactly what his problem was.

Jeremy's arms tightened around his sobbing mate when he felt the full blast of his emotions. For a moment, he felt so overwhelmed he didn't know what to say to comfort his mate. He already knew that Ryan felt responsible for the death of his warriors so he wasn't surprised when that emotion hit him. He also knew that anyone would be hurt if they realized that their own father wanted them dead. No surprise there. What shocked Jeremy, however, was the fact that Ryan was devastated for causing his father's death.

"Shit." Jeremy breathed.

He hated Reynard Wyatt for what he'd done to his mate, pack, and fellow werewolves. To him, the warlock was a scumbag who needed to die a painful death again and again. But he had a feeling he wouldn't be helping Ryan if he allowed him to know his exact thoughts about his father. Jeremy knew that he couldn't fault Ryan for hating that he brought about the death of his own kin. No matter how evil a person's kin was, they wouldn't be happy to be the cause of their death. 'It wasn't your fault, baby.' Jeremy said softly through their mind-link. 'Reynard had it coming. The prophecy was clear. You just drained him of his powers. You didn't kill him. You actually gave him a second chance if you should ask me.' He pressed a kiss against Ryan's temple. 'You did good. He could have lived if he wanted to. You can't blame yourself for what he chose to do to himself. You don't owe him anything but you still spared his life. If that wasn't a mark of a good son, I don't know what else is. Shhh...'

Jeremy kept talking soothingly to Ryan till his shudders ended and the sobs gentled. He assured Ryan that he wasn't responsible for the death of the warriors. He was rather responsible for the life and good health of the pack and all werewolves. On the issue of his father wanting him dead, Jeremy told Ryan to rather appreciate the fact that he was kept safe from his father. After all, his siblings were not so lucky.

"You, my love, are special." Jeremy kissed him. "Never forget that."

After what seemed like hours, Ryan finally calmed down to Jeremy's relief. For long moments, Jeremy just held his mate. He waited till his raging heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal, before wiping his face with the covers. And looking at his mate's kiss swollen blood-red lips, red eyes from crying so much and cherry-red cheeks, Jeremy couldn't help but silently congratulate himself for being able to keep his hands off the gorgeous creature lying within his arms, for a whole week. Fuck, Ryan was stunning he thought, dropping tiny kisses all over his face.

"I'm sorry." Ryan croaked shakily, loving all the attention Jeremy was giving him. He'd missed that Jeremy so much.

"Hey, don't be. I'm sorry for beings a jerk." Jeremy growled, drawing a soft laugh from Ryan. "Although I hate seeing you cry, feel free to do it anytime if it will make you feel better."

"Thanks. I really needed that." Ryan sniffled. "At least you know that I'm not crying because of sex."

"Who gives a fuck if you cry because of sex?" Jeremy shot back. "I'm just sorry I made you sad. And I plan to make up for it. Can you blink us out of here?"

"What? Leave without saying anything to Mum?" Ryan looked at Jeremy with eyes filled with disapproval. "I can't do that."

Jeremy groaned. "Alright. Let's go say good morning and then get out of here." He said gruffly as he reached down between them to stuff Ryan's spent cocks back into his boxer briefs and adjusted everything back up to his waist. "Thanks for not telling her what I did by the way," Jeremy murmured as he pulled up the zipper on Ryan's jeans. "She would have handed me my arse."

Ryan sighed. "I would never have kissed that man if I'd been conscious of myself Jeremy," Ryan said softly. His fingers went to Jeremy's lips when he attempted to speak. "I was under a spell. As far as I was concerned, it was you lying on top of me." Ryan felt Jeremy tense up against him but went on. "I knew you were not real because you were at the Fort so I automatically assumed it was a dream. I don't know whether it has ever happened to you but sometimes you get some opportunities in dreams which you know you can never get in real life. So you make the most of that opportunity. You explore to your heart's content although you know it's a dream. I'd never dreamt about you since you left. So when I saw you, I wanted to kiss you so bad I thought I'd do that before that dream ended."

Jeremy gently removed Ryan's fingers from his lips. "I know the feeling, baby. Hell, I dreamt at a point, after you bit me, that you were giving me this amazing blowjob. I let myself go and enjoyed the hell out of it although I knew it was a dream."

"It wasn't," Ryan said softly. "I did blow you whilst you slept."

"Oh fuck." Jeremy growled, rolling onto his back. "Shit." He groaned remembering how he'd gripped Ryan's head in the dream and tried to face-fuck him. "Tell me I didn't hurt you, baby." He breathed, moving off the bed and onto his feet. He looked so upset.

"Hey, you didn't hurt me," Ryan assured him with a smile. "I loved it. But for the fact that I wanted you to give me my relief when you were conscious, I would have blown my load when you flooded my mouth." He grinned, thinking that information would calm his mate down. It accomplished the opposite.

"Fuck!" Jeremy bellowed as he began to pace. "And what did I do when I became 'conscious'?" He growled, giving the word air quotes. "Deny you your pleasure. Fuck!" He kicked at a chair in the room, breaking it instantly. "Jeremy!" Ryan growled a warning as he rolled out of bed and went to his mate.