I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 75

"Markus is very powerful and this man wants to own him." Calia said sitting next to Markus's feet, followed by her sisters.

Great! Three more added to the list.

Mitchell thought sarcastically. He was beginning to think Markus draws in people like a moth to a flame. So beautiful yet deadly. It was something that he would never ever get accustomed to.

"Did you get to see his face?"

"He was wearing a mask. But he spoke a different language. It sounded like broken English." Rayne told them.

Mitchell's mind flashed to Malachi's uncle Thomas. "Can you describe him?"

"He was dressed in clothes from the  1800s."

It was definitely Thomas. How did he found out about Markus?

Mitchell had to let Malachi know that his uncle knew about Markus.

If Rayne was telling the truth that meant Thomas was going to use Markus, then no one would be able to stop Markus. They had no idea of what he could do or how destructive he would be. Mitchell had gotten a glimpse of Markus's anger, but barely.

Mitchell looked over at Markus but he had his head bowed, face to his lap.

Concerned, he scooted closer to him, resting his hand on Markus's thigh, leaning closer.

"Markus, what's going on with you?"

Harsh breathing drifted from Markus's mouth, his chest rapidly rising up and down. His hand tightened around Mitchell's, making him wince.

"I need you, Mitchell." Markus whispered with a deep sensual tone, his fingers relaxing their tight hold on his hand.

Mitchell blushed at his words as he realized what was happening to Markus. He looked at Kev to get his attention.

"Akri, are you okay?" Calia asked in a worried voice. Rayne and Gwyneira turned their faces upwards to stare at Markus.

"Nothing to worry about. I just need to restore my energy." Markus stood up and looked down at Mitchell.

"We can smell your scent. It is very strong." Gwyneira said.

"Does it affect you?" Markus asked the triplets.

"It does but we can handle it." Rayne told him with a smile.

Mitchell saw the triplets eyes switched from their blue to green as they stared at Markus. He could tell they were having difficulty with his scent. He got up from the couch to take Markus's hand.

"I'm going upstairs with Markus."

It was almost as though Markus had been on a tight leash. As soon as the door closed behind them, Markus pushed Mitchell up against the door and slammed his mouth on Mitchell's.

Markus's hands roamed roughly over his clothed body, reaching up to grip Mitchell's chin in his hand. He opened his mouth, allowing Markus entrance for his tongue roam.

Mitchell put his head back against the door as Markus sucked on his neck, teeth nipping and biting at his flesh. Mitchell knew that Markus was barely controlling himself.

"Don't hold back. I can handle it." He told Markus. Markus pulled back, red eyes staring at him.

"Are you certain that I won't scare you?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Markus pushed Mitchell's jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He lifted the hem of his shirt, up and over his head. When his upper body was exposed, Markus rained kisses down his chest before sucking a nipple in his mouth while his other hand, fingered the other nub.

Mitchell arched his back, a moan of pleasure escaping his mouth.

Markus's lips trailed down his chest, kissing a path towards his stomach making his stomach quiver. He knelt down in front of him and unbuttoned his pants, dragging the material along with his underwear down his legs.

Mitchell's erection sprung free, seeking attention. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and he watched captivated as Markus stuck his tongue out to lick the tip. Mitchell's knees almost buckled at the feeling but he braced his body fully against the door.

Markus took his length into his, swallowing him to the root. He reached down and gripped his hair in both hands, fingers tightening in the silky strands. Markus sucked him like a he was dying of thirst and his cock was a glass of refreshing water. He could do nothing but hold on for the ride.

Every time he tried to move, Markus would dig his fingers into his hips, holding him still. He could feel his orgasm nearing its peak but before he could reach that ecstasy, Markus released his cock. Mitchell's eyes popped open to look down at him.

"I don't want you coming as yet."

Red eyes stared up at him. Markus stood up and pulled him towards the bathroom. "So, we gonna have to cool you down a bit." He opened the bathroom door, allowing him to enter the room first. Markus stripped off his clothes, twisting his body to turn on the faucet.

Mitchell's gaze raked over Markus's body, and his eyes narrowed at his back. There were scratches along with a bruise on his shoulder. He walked up to Markus and touched the marks on his skin.

"Did someone scratched you?"

"I hit my shoulder."

"Markus, babe they are marks on your back. These look like they were made from someone's nail."

"Forget the marks." Markus pulled him into the shower stall, pushing him up against the tiled wall. With the water still running over them, Markus lathered the sponge. He ran the sponge on the front of Mitchell's body but avoided touching his erect cock.

Markus spun him around to face the wall then ran the sponge over his back, his ass and down his legs, leaving Mitchell a panting mess.

"Markus, I can't take this anymore."

Markus lathered up his body then removed the shower head to rinse off the soap off their bodies. After drying the water from their bodies, they went back into the bedroom. He pulled Mitchell toward him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth.

The kiss became more heated, and Markus slowly walked him backwards until the back of his knees touched the bed. Markus pushed Mitchell onto the bed then slid his body over Mitchell's.

"Let's get you more heated."