Dark Possession ✔

Chapter 19: Hot Flames

"Stop-" Zeiden moaned against Marcello's lips. "We need to-" he groaned as they almost toppled into the elevator when the doors opened. "Marcello," his voice was aroused but cautious too.

Marcello didn't care right now. All he saw and felt was his mate who had so savagely marked him in front of his brothers. Zeiden wasn't really expecting him to stay calm about this now, was he? The mark still burned through Marcello's neck, it tingled and ached as he felt his shaft thicken to the point that it pained him.

Marcello pushed Zeiden against the metal wall. Both of them pulling at each other, as their tongues intertwined and never to let go. Zeiden grabbed him by his waist and held him lodged against his own hardened shaft. The thick length felt fucking divine against his own.

"Button, Marcello, the door," breathed Zeiden hotly.

With a carnal grunt, Marcello pulled back just enough. He smacked his hand on the top floor button without even looking. The damn doors finally closed and Marcello refocused on Zeiden.

Marcello locked their lips together again and he eagerly put his hands wherever he could find some skin. Zeiden was fire under his touch, his skin was tight and hard muscle that moved as Zeiden did. Fuck, it felt so satisfying to touch him right now. Remembering how hard they had done it back in his car, Marcello was even more desperate to get Zeiden in bed, naked and writhing underneath him. Frankly, he didn't recall most of what happened back at the warehouse, it was like his own mind blocked it all out. But Marcello will never forget the look Zeiden had before he marked him. That was going to stay with Marcello forever.

This was going to get wild, could they handle it? he thought.

Zeiden bit Marcello's lip. "I know we're eager," he said. "But you need a shower before we do anything else."

Oh right, he was covered in blood. Marcello vaguely remembered what happened in Bruno's warehouse. But right now, he didn't care about those feelings, he didn't need them. He needed Zeiden and now that he was marked, Marcello wanted to mark Zeiden.

Zeiden was right though, Marcello needed a little patience to enjoy this night.

The elevator doors pinged open. Marcello laced his hand in Zeiden's and took him to the front door of his penthouse. It felt weird coming back here, he didn't know why but living in the Iron pack house was a lot more eventful. This place felt like it was his past.

The door opened after he punched in the code. The cool draft touched them once they had entered, which was dark and lonesome. The fire wasn't on in the pit and no lights were on either. The streetlights from the city below them had shined a low glimmer over the dark floors and interior.

"Shouldn't you turn on the lights?" Zeiden asked as Marcello took him to the room.

"Why," he replied gruffly as he opened his bedroom's door. "We won't be needing them." Marcello wasn't letting Zeiden leave the bedroom.

They stood in the dimly-lit room, that had brightened upon entry like it always would. Zeiden looked fucking spectacular under the shadowed florescent light. His chiselled face, those sterling blue eyes and that enticing mouth. Marcello licked his lips and swallowed. He was angry at himself for being covered in blood because that just took away precious time. Man, he was going insane just by looking at Zeiden. He needed to cool it otherwise he was going to scare him.

Marcello drew in a breath thinking it would release some of the tension in him- it didn't. "I'm going to take a shower," he told him as he faced Zeiden. "Wait here for me." He realized that he sounded restless and almost nervous of Zeiden vanishing if he left even for a second.