I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 96(M)

Markus smoothed his hands over Mitchell's back, his mouth sucking on the flesh. He bit into Mitchell's flesh, then soothed the pain with his tongue.

He moaned when Mitchell's muscles clamped down on his cock.

His ass was tight and warm, squeezing him like a vise. And it drove him crazy.

The heat was consuming his inside, and he needed to release it. He pulled Mitchell flushed against his body, twisting his head to kiss him.

He pushed his tongue into his mouth, loving the feeling as their tongues tangled with each other. The more he drove his cock inside Mitchell, the heat gets more intense.

His hips sped up as his orgasm drew closer. He kissed along Mitchell's neck, licking the beating pulse with relish.

"Rock your hips for me, baby."

Mitchell rocked his hips, making him groan at the pleasure. Markus moved his legs to kneel, causing Mitchell to grab the edge of the tub with both hands.

With that position, he slammed his hips forward.

"Ah... fuck." Mitchell cried out, trying to maintain his balance.

The sounds of their bodies smacking against each other echoed around them. Markus worked his hand around Mitchell's cock and started pumping him. With a rhythm, Markus jerked him, while pounding his hips harder. He rubbed the tip of finger along the slit and Mitchell cried out as his body reacted, clamping down like a vise on his cock, surrounding all the white-hot steel with silken heat.

His entire body shuddered with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck..." His release was just as powerful as Mitchell's. A hot, merciless crescendo that had his cock swelling, pushing tightly against his sensitive tissues. He leaned his head into the crook of Mitchell's neck and bit the pulse beating there.

The taste of his blood prolonged his orgasm. His cock jerking violently and blazing hot rope of his release coating Mitchell's walls.

With Mitchell's blood filling his mouth, the red haze disappeared. He pulled away and nicked his wrist.

"I need you to do everything I tell you to do." Blood welled up from the cut and he put his wrist to Mitchell's lips. "I want you to drink my blood."

With no hesitation, Mitchell latched his mouth his wrist, sucking the red liquid.

Markus counted to ten, then pulled his hand away. 

"I thought your blood would be metallic. But it has a very delicious taste. It was like I was being hypnotized." Mitchell said with a blissful look on his face.

"It's just part of the mating."

"Do we do it all the time?"

"No, we don't have to." Markus grabbed the shower head and washed the sud off their bodies.

"Shit, I don't think I can go back downstairs yet." Mitchell hissed as he climbed out the tub.

"I'm sorry for being too rough with you." Markus said, then handed Mitchell a towel. He took his hand and led him from the bathroom.

"I told you to give it to me."

"Still... I should have been a little more gentle."

"It's fine. I enjoyed myself."

Markus kissed his forehead. "I have one more thing to give you to make it official."

Markus pulled the drawer open and took out the gift his mom had given him earlier. He unwrapped it to reveal a red square box.

"What is it?" Mitchell asked.

"Open it." Markus said, handing him the box. He got dressed while Mitchell opened the box.

"This is beautiful."

He turned to Mitchell with a smile on his face.

"It's a family heirloom. I'm supposed to give this to my mate."

"How should I wear it?" Mitchell held up the ring.

"It's not a simple ring. Once I put it on your finger, you will feel a slight prick."

"Will it be painful?"

"No, it's not painful."

Mitchell held out the ring. "Then I want your ring on me."

Markus took the ring from him and put it on the middle finger of his left hand. The minute the ring touched Mitchell finger, it glowed a bright red and his whole body jerked at the contact.

"It doesn't hurt but I'm feeling this heat."

"It'll only be for a minute."

"What's happening?"

Markus watched the glow of the ring spread up Mitchell's hand to his chest. "We're becoming one." Markus felt the exact moment the bond between them was completed.

"Do you feel that?"

"Look at your hand."

Mitch looked down at his hand to find an intricate design of a bow tattoo. He gently fingered the tattoo, surprised at how smooth it felt. He hadn't felt any pain at all.

"What does it symbolize?"

"It symbolizes our connection to each other. Our commitment and love for each other." Markus turned his hand over to show Mitchell his own. It was a tattoo of an arrow.

"You're my bow and I'm your arrow."

Mitchell squinted down at his hand before holding it up to his face.

"It has your name in the middle."

"It's to show that you're my mate. I have your name as well." Markus told him, holding up his hand so he could see his name.

"That's good. Now everyone will know that you're taken."

Markus glanced at the time. They had disappeared from the party without a word to his parents or their friends. It was time to go back to the celebration.

"We have to inform my parents."