Ryan growled as the hours ticked by, his wolf grew more restless as it replayed his make-out session with Reece, his touch and kisses were enough to drive his primal urges insane.

He spent the entire night-shift struggling to work and at the same time taming his wolf instincts to resist screaming for him to claim Reece as his. The dreaded morning came and he rushed over to the intern’s changing room, desperate to see Reece, he hesitated at the door, hearing them gossip about the past night’s event.

Reece on the other hand couldn’t get his mind off Ryan’s words, something in him craved his presence.

“Since you have spare time to chit-chat how about you use that skills in the pit while doing enema and stitches for the rest of the day?” Ryan asked, sarcastically.

The interns hadn’t noticed his presence and were startled.

“Doctor Alan.” They stuttered, in unison, at alert.

His eyes momentarily met with Reece’s who subconsciously smiled, Ryan’s heart tugged but he faked a frown.

“Morning to you too, my post-up notes be better up to date else-“Ryan warned, his voice trailing off with a hint of ‘Scram!’ in his tone.

They all hurried away from him and he sighed in relief as he made his way to his office, content with the way he started his day.

Half an hour later, Ryan asked all his interns to come watch him from the gallery in the OR as he performed a delicate surgery. In-between, he’d look up and briefly steal a glance of Reece-the soothing balm to his tortured soul.

Reece could sense the attraction, he intently focused on Ryan, not on his skillful hands that danced to the rhythm of the suture-but his lips which pursed slowly and brought back fond memories.

Reece knew he wouldn’t focus, he was too drunk in Ryan’s masculinity so he excused himself and went to the ER, hoping to get his mind off the object of his wet dreams the previous night.

“Hey you! You’re from neuro aren’t you?” one of the residents asked Reece as soon as he stepped in.

“Yes but I can’t right now, I need to go.” Reece politely declined the offer and began to slowly back away but all of a sudden, a patient sprung to his feet from the bed, grabbed a scissors and lunged towards Reece, taking him hostage.

“Give me some Nicotine or I’ll slit his throat, I swear!” The patient thundered.

Reece froze knowing drug addicts were not only irrational but dangerous, one wrong move and he’d be dead.

“Put down the scissors and we’ll give you what you want.” Doctor Koracick; head of psychiatry said, convincingly.

The patient breathed heavily, pressing the scissors firmly against Reece’s neck but all of a sudden, someone yelled from behind. “Doctor Lionel, duck!”

Reece ducked just in time as a flying scissors hit the patient giving him the chance to escape. Ryan stepped forward, grabbed the patient and had him pinned to the ground in less than thirty seconds while other doctors took charge. Reece froze on seeing Ryan, knowing he was supposed to be in surgery.

“Doctor Alan, you-you’re here?” Reece stuttered.

Ryan scowled at Reece.

“You were supposed to be at the gallery, watching the surgery, care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?” Ryan barked, his tone a mixture of anger and worry as he locked gaze with Reece.

“I’m sorry, I needed fresh air.” Reece muttered, feeling a soothing sensation of protectiveness ooze from Ryan-it filled him with warmth.

Ryan’s frown dispersed and for a minute, his eyes exposed his vulnerability. “I have a surgery to finish.” He vocalized then swiftly turned around, walking away, afraid Reece would see how scared he was.

The surgery ended hours later and Ryan got off from work, ready to go home after a painfully sexually tormenting day. He sighted Reece waiting for a cab and halted his car right in front of him.

“Get in, I’ll drive you home.” Ryan offered.

Reece was too exhausted to refuse the offer and just got in the car. “My house is on the fifth avenue just down-“

“I know, it’s in your file.” Ryan interrupted him, which made Reece wonder if he knew all of his interns address or checked their files.

Afterwards, there was nothing but awkward silence between the two. Reece stole glances at the focused Ryan who looked hot as hell though he had gone through a very busy day, he still managed to look poised and the mysterious aura surrounding him only made Reece fascinated about him even more.

Ryan inhaled sharply, briefly remembering how his wolf panicked as he sensed Reece in danger and he left the surgery without hesitating, there was denying that Reece was doing unimaginable things to him. The bond was getting more irresistible.

Every slight movement Ryan made was exotic and seducing to Reece and he couldn’t help but notice the tension that hung between them, his thought were disrupted as Ryan spoke when they stopped at a red light.

“I feel a connection with you, it’s strange and sensation, it runs deeper than anything I’ve felt but it’s there, there’s no denying it.” Ryan confessed, his wolf howled in his head- sexual positions to put Reece in before the light turns green.

Reece chuckled nervously. “Of course you do! I heard its common for mentors and mentees to feel a connection to one another, it’s all part of professionalism.” Reece dismissively masked his shock as his heart pounded loudly in his chest.

The red light turned green and Ryan proceeded, he looked at Reece briefly and pursed his lips, a feeling of rejection and pain engulfed him then he said nothing until he arrived at Reece’s house.

“Thanks for the ride.” Reece muttered as he alighted and began to walk away.

“Reece!” Ryan called his attention, calmly then alighted from the car as well.

“What you did today? Recklessly putting yourself ion trouble-don’t ever attempt it again.” He warned, growingly.

Reece saw Ryan’s eye color change from the rich teal he’d known to golden in a split second and before he could speak, Ryan gave him a soft squeeze on the shoulder and walked back to his car.

As Reece watched the car go, he realized he’d seen Ryan’s eyes change color earlier that day too, when he was in trouble. There was something eerie about Ryan. Something strange-something dangerous and most excitingly, something sexual to be explored.

That night, Ryan dreamt about Reece, sexually.