I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 108(M)

"Markus, are you sure you're feeling better?" Sarah asked.

Markus nodded his head but inside he was a war of emotions.

"I'm good." No, he wasn't.

"Why don't you get some rest?"

Markus glanced at Mitchell and he could literally see the blood flowing in his veins. The longer he stared at him the more he wanted to taste his blood.

"Michell, let's go upstairs."

Mitchell must have heard something in his because he just nodded his head. Inside the bedroom, he locked the door when Mitchell had his back turned to him.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Mitchell still had his back turned as he searched through the closet.

Markus padded across the room and clamped his arms around Mitchell's waist. He nuzzled his face into Mitchell's neck, inhaling his scent.

"Take a shower with me."

Mitchell tried to wiggle out of his arms but Markus's hold tightened, refusing to let him go. He planted a kiss on the side of his neck, smiling when he felt Mitchell shiver against his body.

"Markus, you need to rest."

Even as the words left Mitchell's mouth, he pushed his ass against Markus's erection.

Markus gently grazed Mitchell's earlobe, sucking on the soft flesh. He turned Mitchell to face him. He slid the tips of his fingers over Mitchell's lips, down his chin, and along the line of his throat. Mitchell slightly tilted his face up, his eyes half-closed as he moaned. Markus lifted his hand, cupped Mitchell's face and leaned in.

He had wanted to just give him a simple kiss. But once Markus felt the touch of Mitchell's lips on his own, he needed a deeper taste. Holding Mitchell's jaw lightly, Markus tilted his head and parted his own lips.

He urged Mitchell to open for him; let him in. When Mitchell opened his mouth, he pushed his tongue in and licked deep into Mitchell's mouth.

Aggressively, Markus rubbed his tongue against Mitchell's eager one.

Markus dove into the kiss. When he flicked his tongue across from the backs of Mitchell's teeth, he heard a soft moan. Markus pushed deep into Mitchell's mouth, tongues dancing.

Mitchell made a high sound in his throat that sounded almost desperate. Pulling back slightly, Markus bit Mitchell's lower lip.

With his chest and hips, Markus pressed Mitchell firmly against the wall. He ground their hips together and Markus could feel that Mitchell was hard.

Markus kissed his way down Mitchell's throat, leaving wet open mouth kisses. He flicked his tongue over his hot skin. His lips brushed over a pulse point and Markus could feel this thirst running through his body. He could feel how Mitchell's heart was pounding. Markus opened his mouth without hesitation and sank his teeth into the tender flesh.

It was like Mitchell had been struck by lightning. His body arched off the wall as a loud gasp escaped his mouth.

"Oh my God, Markus," Mitchell gasped in a husky tone. "What are you doing to me?"

He tried to move but Markus held him fast. Markus could sense himself losing control as he drank Mitchell's blood.

With a pained groan, he pulled away from Mitchell and ran into the bathroom, securing the door.

Passing the mirror, markus glanced into it. The color of his eyes kept switching from hazel to red.

Markus stumbled into the shower, fully clothed. He twisted the faucet, lifted his face to the cold water. He was burning up.

"Markus, what's going on?" Mitchell pounded on the door.

Markus head turned his head but stayed in the shower. Realizing that the cold water wasn't working, he pulled off his wet clothes and threw them on the floor.

Without the barrier of his clothes, the cold water touched his skin, soothing him.

"Markus, baby please. Let me in."

Markus groaned at Mitchell's pleading tone. If he opened the door, he would lose control again. He didn't want to hurt Mitchell.

"Markus, I can handle it. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm your mate."

Markus shut off the water, stepped out the shower and headed for the door. He was standing there naked when Mitchell entered the bathroom.

Mitchell closed the door and walked towards him, no hesitation in his movements. Markus just stared at him.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. Trust me."

"How can you be so sure?" Markus asked, his gaze wandering down Mitchell's body. He licked his lips at the thought of what he wanted to do to him.

"Because you're my mate and I trust you."

He wrapped his arms around Mitchell's waist and tugged him closer. "Kiss me."

Mitchell didn't hesitate. He leaned up and fused their mouths together.

Markus's fingers tightened slightly on Mitchell's head and he changed the angle, his tongue seeking entrance. Mitchell opened up eagerly, licking at Mitchell's mouth, getting a heady taste. His blood was fire in his veins. Markus fisted Mitchell's shirt, hiking up the material to run his hands up his body.

He needed to feel skin. He grabbed the hem of Mitchell's shirt and tugged it up over his head, throwing it aside. He parted Mitchell's jeans and dragged it down his legs along with his underwear. Mitchell's cock was hard and easily sprang forward into Markus's palm. Markus knelt o one knee, gripped Mitchell's hips and swallowed his erection to the root.

When Mitchell moaned, he looked up at Mitchell's face. Mitchell was staring at him, eyes filled with pleasure. Markus tapped a finger, letting him know that he wanted it.

Mitchell gripped his hair, pushing his hips forward. Markus relaxed his throat and let Mitchell fucked his mouth.