Dark Possession ✔

Chapter 16: Into Your Arms

Marcello had taken a shower, erasing the exhausting day off him. Although, the blistering hot water did nothing for the damned butterflies in his stomach, which were wreaking havoc and happy about it too.

He stood in his new bedroom, that was dark since all the lights were off. He walked across the massive space towards the suitcase on the table between the two sofas. He didn't have any time to unpack his clothes into the long cupboards on the side of the room. He didn't see the need for it right now, since his stay here was temporary. He liked the room he'd gotten; it was a sufficient and comfortable. There were great windows with long white drapes covering them. A glass door lead out to the balcony and right outside was the vast property Isaiah and his pack owned. Right beside him was a massive bed covered with fresh sheets and a rich navy-blue duvet, that matched the other interior aesthetic of the room, like the wallpaper on the walls which looked like silk itself. There was an antique dressers and desk that all matched the dark-oak hardwood floors. Marcello had a feeling that Ashley was the one who designed the room for him to come stay in. Since Isaiah looked the type to only care if there was a bed or not.

Marcello took out a pair of silk slacks and a plain t-shirt. He usually didn't sleep with clothes on, but he had a guest tonight. The guest that made Marcello lose his grip on all logic he ever practiced. There was no room for reason when it came to Zeiden Iron. The man unnerved Marcello, that was to go without saying.

As he dressed, Marcello suddenly thought of King and Klaus. From what he understood, King always took care of Klaus, always made sure that his mate was safe and comfortable. Marcello saw the love between them, it was unconditional, with no boundaries.

Marcello knew what type of man King was in his past, during those days in cage fights. King was ruthless, a champion that always took the title of the most kills in one night. He was a merciless orphan who never cared what or who he had to slaughter to win. He never cared for life. But now, King had completely changed. Maybe, Klaus was to give credit for it. No, not maybe, it was Klaus who had changed King. Marcello wondered about his own feelings. He agreed finally that he did have the capacity to change for Zeiden.

Standing in the dark now, he swore he could feel Zeiden's warmth and that intoxicating scent, it was like Zeiden stood right in front of him.

Marcello closed his eyes tightly. He tried to let this sensation sink in, so he would never forget. Marcello's scent heightened and he smelt his own arousal fill the cool darkness up with heat. The scent was thick and intense; it was like the scent itself was prepared to be infused with Zeiden's forever.

But was it too late? he wondered.

Had Marcello missed his chance at something that could've been beautiful, like how King and Klaus had it, or the other mated pairs that he met today?

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him. It took Marcello a moment to focus on what it was. Pulling out of his loud head, the sound he heard was a little nervous and definitely shy. Marcello gathered that someone had knocked on his door.

Realizing that, he snapped into action and he went straight to the door. Although, without opening it, he smelt his mate. He melted against Zeiden's sensual scent, that brought Marcello to his knees every damn time.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

Before Marcello opened the door, he quickly ran to the other side of the room and released the balcony doors, just to let some fresh air in to clear the other conspicuous scents.

Only then, he gripped the door's iron knob so hard that it hurt. Marcello swung the door open and his breath caught in his throat. There stood this beautiful male who had no idea how sexy he looked all the time.