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When Jeremy opened the door to his suite, he paused. The suite looked so dark he almost checked his wristwatch for the time. Then everything hit him at once… the music, the sweet fragrance, and the candles. He slowly stepped in and closed the door, his eyes on the beautiful petals scattered on the floor.
“Ryan?”
“Right here, baby.” Ryan stepped close to Jeremy with a flute filled with champagne.
Jeremy stared, finally understanding his mother’s date with his son. His mate clearly wanted him all to himself. “Mum’s in on this.” It wasn’t a question.
“She’s keeping Syl till tomorrow morning.” Ryan chuckled as went up on his toes and seductively licked one corner of Jeremy’s mouth.
Jeremy moaned, going rock hard. He completely forgot the planned run with his friends. The alpha of alphas couldn’t tear his eyes off his mate. Ryan looked absolutely alluring in his robe. Even the way his belt was tied loosely around his waist looked hot. And the way his white hair shone in the glow of the candlelight was just…
“You’re beautiful.” Jeremy breathed, sounding awed.
“Thank you,” Ryan responded softly as he offered the glass of champagne he was holding to Jeremy.
“Champagne?” Jeremy did look at his watch then which made Ryan laugh.
“Does it say on the bottle the time to drink it?” Ryan murmured, looking up at Jeremy with lust-filled eyes. “After all, it’s night in here.” He purred.
“Christ…” Jeremy felt himself tremble with desire. He quickly downed the contents of his glass and put the glass on the mantel near the door. Then he wrapped his arms around Ryan. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He moaned, his eyes filled with so much passion.
“Could have fooled me,” Ryan whispered, a hand moving up to cup Jeremy’s face. His other hand moved down to rest over Jeremy’s beating heart. His next words, which were whispered on their mind-link, completely blew Jeremy away. Literally. ‘Come to me.’
“Ryan…” Jeremy’s eyes went wide in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. But in the next instant, his eyes went blood red. Those eyes locked on Ryan’s, drank him in…communicating just how beautiful they thought Ryan was. “Hey…” The Ojah finally whispered.
“Hey…” Ryan felt his entire body vibrate. His lips went dry as he stared up at his red-eyed mate. Everything about him screamed power and domination. And Ryan had never felt the urge to succumb to anything more.
When the Ojah lowered his head and captured Ryan’s lips, each candle flame flickered. Almost as if even they could feel the power in the suite. A burning flame of thrill and adoration raced through Ryan’s body as he kissed his mate back with utter abandon. The two men were drunk on each other. The Ojah sucked, licked, plundered, and simply took over his enthralling mate’s senses. Ryan had had a lot of kisses from his mate.
Hell, he’d once orgasmed just from Jeremy’s kiss in that very suite. But nothing compared to what he was experiencing that very moment. The intensity, heat, sensations, and sizzle made that kiss absolutely phenomenal. When they eventually parted and Ryan opened his eyes, the Ojah’s breath hitched in his throat at what he saw. The flame from each candle instantly quadrupled in size, making the suite extremely bright.
“Ryan?” The Ojah breathed, staring at his beautiful mate whose eyes were, at that moment, glowing like beams of light. He remembered catching a glimpse of that being the day he came back from purgatory. With those eyes and that white hair, Ryan looked ethereal.
Ryan silently reached up and cupped the cheek of the red-eyed Jeremy. Then he gave a small smile and then closed his eyes. The candle flames went back to their original size.
“Look at me, Ryan.” The Ojah breathed and waited until Ryan opened his eyes. They were back to their intense green colour. “There you are.” The Ojah whispered with a shaky exhale, his eyes filled with reverence and love. “Sure you want this?” He rasped, his hand reaching up to tenderly comb through Ryan’s white tresses.
The red-eyed werewolf remembered what he’d done to Ryan the last time he’d unleashed his lust and anger on him. And to say he regretted it would be putting it mildly. This time, however, there was no anger. All he felt was overwhelming love and lust for his mate. He felt honoured that Ryan had actually called for him. But he needed to know whether Ryan really wanted what his sexy body was telling him he wanted. He waited with bated breath as Ryan tilted his head back and locked gazes with him.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Ryan whispered.
That was all the assurance the Ojah needed. He pulled the cord around Ryan’s waist and watched as the robe parted. The beast couldn’t suppress his gasp at what he saw. Beneath the robe, Ryan wore just one item… a red leather jockstrap. The Ojah stared. He definitely remembered that sexy garment. That was what his gorgeous mate had been wearing when they’d marked him the second time on that bloody motorcycle.
“Like it?” Ryan sounded drunk. He was that aroused.
The Ojah nodded, his hand going to Ryan’s bulge to rub and squeeze. Ryan let out a cry as his head fell back. It had been so long. When he felt warmth close around a distended nipple, his body literally shook. As the Ojah sucked on the sensitive peak, his hand went to Ryan’s smooth round arse cheeks to caress and squeeze, letting him know through that touch who that sexy arse belonged to. Ryan felt it the exact moment the Ojah noticed the surprise waiting for him back there. And his reaction absolutely thrilled Ryan.
The breath whooshed out of the Ojah when his fingers touched what could only be a butt plug. With a deep guttural moan, he grabbed the handle of the plug and gently pulled it out. And even before the plug fell onto the plush rug on the floor, his eager finger was circling Ryan’s quivering entrance.
“Jeremy…” Ryan breathed as his entire being was hit with sensations that felt so good he just wanted to beg to be filled. And then as if the beast felt his need, that circling finger slipped in.
Ryan went berserk. With a move that was almost desperate, he pulled the Ojah’s head off his nipple and slammed his mouth on his. He moaned into the kiss as his hole tightened in excitement around the digit that had slipped inside. Ryan was a slave to his mate’s touch. He was completely defenseless against the dominant and primal man and he loved it. Jeremy and the Ojah might have different personalities but they were one and same and they knew just how to tease, torment, and totally drive him to rapturous ecstasy. With a jerk of his body, he pulled his mouth free and demanded breathlessly;
“I want you now.” Ryan looked wild. “Now, Jeremy. Fuck this romantic bullshit. I want you inside me.” His hands dropped to Jeremy’s belt.