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Ryan stood in just his robe in the living area and allowed his gaze to shift around. The room needed a bit more darkness, he thought as he flicked his wrist. The room instantly got darker. With a nod of satisfaction, he snapped his fingers and watched as all the scattered candles around the suite lit up. The fresh, vaguely woodsy fragrance of sandalwood with a touch of nutmeg that wafted out of the lit candles evoked a super romantic feeling which made Ryan moan.
He stared at the glass that separated the rest of the suite from the bed area for a moment and then snapped his fingers again. The glass instantly disappeared to reveal the huge bed that was covered with beautiful white silk sheets and red rose petals. The rose petals added a touch of sensuality and allure which took Ryan’s breath away. He took a sip of the champagne he had in his hand as he surveyed his handiwork, hoping he hadn’t left anything out.
The suite looked completely different. Ryan knew that Jeremy would be blown away when he got home. There were colourful petals sprinkled everywhere, right from the doorway. And those candles… What could be more glamorous and romantic than a suite with lit-up candles scattered around, Ryan thought as he went to the ice bucket on the center table to fill his flute. The suite looked absolutely perfect. There was just one more thing left to do.
“Music,” Ryan murmured and promptly smiled when soothing music filled the suite. He gave a satisfied nod and then took another sip of his drink.
His work was complete. And he was happy that he’d been able to create exactly what he’d pictured in his mind. He would have extended the romantic setting to the bathroom but Jeremy had taken a shower before going to meet with the council. And he’d also taken a long one just before Gloria had come for Sylver. Ryan couldn’t suppress his blush when he recalled Gloria’s reaction when he’d buzzed her on their mind-link that morning and requested that she came to pick up her grandson. His shrewd mother-in-law had gone quiet for a moment, chuckled knowingly, and then told Ryan that she was going to keep her grandson till the next morning. And when the woman came to pick up Sylver, she’d glanced around the suite and murmured;
“I know my son doesn’t need it but a touch of romance wouldn’t hurt.” With that, she’d picked up her grandson and left, leaving Ryan with all sorts of thoughts running through his mind.
The next thing Ryan knew, he was on google searching for ‘romantic settings’. And with the help of some magic, he’d accomplished what he thought was a pretty magical romantic scene. What was the use of having the power to conjure if he couldn’t use it, Ryan thought with a chuckle. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he walked through the door.
Just thinking about his mate made Ryan shiver with excited anticipation. They hadn’t had sex since the birth of their son for obvious reasons. There were great nannies in the pack who could have helped with Sylver but unfortunately, their son wasn’t like other kids. That stubborn and naughty pup could set things on fire when he got upset. He’d once set the tip of the tail of Jer the cat on fire because the cat had refused to play with him.
The only people who could actually talk Sylver into losing those red eyes and stop being naughty were his parents, grandmother, and his uncle Troy. So Ryan couldn’t leave his son in the care of any of those nannies who although adored Sylver, feared him because of his Ojah powers. Sylver had, therefore, become a full-time job. Ryan was always exhausted by the time he got into bed at night.
They had also been worried about Sylver’s disinterest in shifting into human. Werewolves usually grew up as humans before they embraced their wolf sides. It was very important to grow up as a human as it was easier to be nurtured and taught the ways of humans in that form. Unfortunately, Sylver seemed not to be in a hurry to shift to human. If he grew up as a wolf, he would end up behaving more like an animal than a human being, which was worrying. As his parents, Ryan and Jeremy were very concerned.
But in as much as Ryan knew the reasons that had resulted in his and Jeremy’s nonexistent sex life, he couldn’t help but feel that Jeremy had other reasons for not even attempting to have sex with him. Since the birth of their son, his mate treated him like an egg…almost as if he would break if he so much as touched him. Jeremy’s kisses and cuddles were a constant. Ryan had never felt more cherished.
But since the birth, Jeremy didn’t seem to want sex in spite of the hunger Ryan always felt emanating from his sexy mate whenever he was in his arms. Ryan hadn’t questioned Jeremy about it but he had a feeling his mate was treating him that way because he was not over the sight of him all cut up and vulnerable. Well, he was going to show that man that he wasn’t fragile at all. It was going to be his special thanks to his mate for what he’d done for him during the birth of their child.
Ryan was so pumped up that when he heard the ping of the elevator, he literally felt his hole hum and quiver with need. He couldn’t wait to be filled. There was a fire inside him…an insistent ache that could only be assuaged with one thing… Jeremy’s thick hard throbbing length.
Ryan was so ready.