Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|50|~Deep Trouble~

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Embry POV.

(Recap)

“Your aunt,” I question him, “If she’s your aunt that would make her some type of Queen right? Why wouldn’t she rely on housekeepers? I mean I was led to believe that all higher status vampires bask in the glory of having a lavish life style,”

“My aunt is not a queen but May God bless the poor creature who tells her that and most vampire ladies do bask in the glory of having a lavish life style, but they are not my aunt. She’s special,” he tells me. Hmm, she sounds interesting.

“How so? Tell me all about her,”

“Go sit and eat first,” he advises, after he finally finishes cleaning up the wine that he split. I still can’t believe that Cyrus the Ruthless vampire King is cleaning up his mess just because he didn’t want me to do it. “Now, Sunshine,” he demands, while pointing to the seat. It tickles me pink how worried he is about my well-being.

“Yes, Sire,” I tease with a giggle before placing a simple kiss down onto his cheek, causing my entire face to heat up. I’m so pathetic. How am I blushing when I’m the one who decided to kiss him?

Cyrus’s lips form into a soft smile as he takes in my colorful face and then puckers up his lips to give me a kiss. Then out of nowhere a sudden jolt of electricity snaps throughout our body, shocking me to the very core with such force it almost knock me down onto the floor. Cyrus spears me the embarrassment by reaching out his arm just in time to catch me.

“What was that,” I question, while attempting to catch my breath. Good, Goddess! It feels like the Goddess herself came down from heaven gates just to strike me. That power. It’s so foreign but yet it so familiar. I can feel it running through my very veins even though I know that it’s not my own but yet it still feels like I have access to it.

“Marcellus,” announces Cyrus, looking very annoyed. Who’s that? He can’t be the source of whatever the hell I just experienced. Could he?

“Who’s that,” I question him right before a unfamiliar but somewhat very familiar scent invades my nostrils.

The source smells fresh and clean, like fresh linen straight from out of the dryer back at one of the Pack houses.

My nostril flare widely as I take in the scent followed by a figure coming this way. Gutter Butter is following very closely behind him with glowing red eyes.

Cyrus’s posture goes stiff as he turns around to meet the newcomer head on. My mate looks dangerous. His beautiful but yet strong and intimidating face appears to be masked, unreadable but I can easily tell that he is on guard. Why? Who is this guy? I’m unable to determine if this newcomer is a friend or foe.

“Brody, I’m home,” announces the figure as he walks through the kitchen door. So, he is a friend.

My mate places his entire frame in front me, preventing any eye contact happening between me and the newcomer.

“Why the fuck is you here, Marcellus,” hostilely questions Cyrus and anyone with eyes can see that he is pissed. Okay so maybe he’s not a friend. So who is he? My hands grip onto the back of Cyrus shirt as I stretch out my neck to take a look at the new arrival.

I look up just in time to catch him strutting into the kitchen with such confidence, walking like he is the man of the hour. This is the first thing I notice, the aura surrounding him radiates nothing but cocky confidence.

The second thing which really should've been the first thing I notice is how good he looks. He is a devastatingly handsome vampire. Tall and body builder frame with vivid green eyes that reminds me of fresh grass that grows back in the Eastern Pack territory during early spring. Plus, he has a face like Adonis or at least he looks like how I imagine the Greek God Adonis should look like.

Based upon, my lesson about the legendary Greek Gods that my dad was very headstrong about me learning. I was taught that the Greek God by the name of Adonis was a beautiful and well desired God. That’s exactly how I feel about Marcellus, if we’re talking about what he brings to the looks department.

I can’t help but to admire every inch of his facial features. In other words, he’s smoking hot. Each and every one of his facial features are very appeasing to the naked eyes from his narrow nose to his plumes lips that happens to both be pierced. Oh, and let’s not forget about his fairly tanned skin that is painted with many stories in many shades with vivid colors that happens to just draw you in.

He’s marked up like those subway stations in the vampire infested city of Harlem that Celine and I used to be excited while reading about them. His markings are sort of like a hunter, which is strange to me but still appeasing by all aspects.

Uh, oh! Here comes trouble! Yes, that’s the last thing that comes to my mind.

This newcomer is deep trouble. I can’t stop looking at him.

As if he can read my mind his vividly green eyes rotates in my direction with a beautiful wicked grin stretched out across his full lips and I can’t even express how wickedly beautiful his grin actually is. Who is he? I’m so curious.

“Do you like what you see, little wolf,” he calls me out while looking me dead in the eye and then even has the never to wink. Oh, shit!

I open my mouth to say something but then close it because I don’t know what to say. That gesture alone gets me into some (Excuse my french) but it gets me into some deep shit.

I’ve never have believed in the phase that curiosity killed the cat. Whelp, I guess I should have because my curiosity for the Adonis face man mine as well signed my death warrant.

My overly protective and extremely jealous mate who's happens to be the rock star of Greek Gods himself, turns around to face me while growling so loud it damn near splits my ears. Before I have a chance to speak or think he smashes his lips down into mine, possessivly and hungrily devouring my lips with his. Officially, killing the cat by taking away it’s ability to breathe properly without him.

I’m that cat. He’s killing me softly with his lips. The kiss is no doubtingly possessiveness and controlling but most importantly a reminder of who belongs to him. He’s marking his territory. I’m his.

No one can make me feel like how he makes me feel. No one and when he removes his lips from off my lip a whine uncontrollably escapes from out of my mouth and I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. I’m his.

As result, to his public display of affection I can’t stop the blush that keeps forming on my face, nor can I keep my eyes off him. It’s like the world around us has disappeared and only him and I exist. Cyrus proved his point. The only vampire that can hold my eye is him.

There is not a soul in this entire universe that can make me feel all warm and bubbly inside or provoke the butterflies that are rapidly flying inside of my guts right now just from one look into my eyes. Everything about him captivates my entire soul. There’s no one else to look at, no one. My eyes belongs to him.

His brilliantly golden eyes are intense as he continues to hold me captive with his hungry stare. It’s like I’m trapped, bond and chained. Oh, my Goddess! He’s so beautiful, I think to myself as I run my hands throughout Cyrus mahogany hair.I love his hair. It feels nice against my fingers, soft and silky.

“Your mine,” declares my mate for all to hear. “Don’t you ever forget that,”

“Yes, I’m yours,” I agree because I am. I’m his.

The sound of the newcomer loudly clearing his throat brings the both of us back down to earth. Followed by him saying something like, “Whipped,” I think, but I’m not too sure.

My mate ties the belt on the robe that I’m wearing, ensuring that I’m probably covered and then turns around to face him. “Why the fuck are you here,”

“I come in peace,” deadpans whoever he is, while raising his hands high in the air all in the name of mock innocence. “Nicklaus sent me,”

Nicklaus sent him as in The King of All Vampire Kings Nicklaus? Why would he send him? Who is he to them? I’ve got so many questions but I’ve learnt my lesson about showing curiosity in any other man but my man. So, I guess it really doesn’t matter who he is.

“Nicklaus sent you,” repeats my mate and I don’t have to be looking at him in the face to tell that he is now wearing a wicked smile of his own. “Well then, you came! You saw. You conquered! Now you’re dismissed, get the fuck out of my house and go back to your master, you little fuck.”

“No! Can do, brody,” coolly responds the newcomer. Why does he keep calling him brody? I’m so lost. “He made it perfectly clear that if I don’t return without you. Its click,” he adds in, while dragging his finger across his neck making a fake strange sound to add a dramatic effect.

“So you’re going one way or the other,”

In a heartbeat, Gutter is standing in replacement to my mate, covering me with his big and bulky frame. As my mate is now standing in front of the newcomer, now making a real life sound as he twisted his neck in a strange angle. “Now what were you saying,” he growls.

My eyes enlarge as I watch the scene unfold. The newcomer raises his hands in defense. “I’m just the messenger, don’t shoot,” he fakes chokes out and then surprising burst out laughing. What the hell? This brings me back to my original question. Who the hell is this vampire?

Cyrus rolls his eyes before he also surprises me when he lets him go. “Get out Marcellus,” he says. “Now,”

“I already told you that I can’t do that,” says Marcellus while fixing the collar to his expensive expensive dark blue cashmere sweater. Before my mate can respond, the Marcellus guy zooms across the room, takes a seat in the bar stool that I was once sitting in and then dives into the bowl of tomato soups that was prepared for me, earning yet another growl from my mate.

“Oh, shit! This shit taste better than Campbell’s. Who’s the cook? Point me to her, I’ll marry her?”

Once again, my mate growls and I can’t help but to laugh out loud which gains Marcellus attention. He turns around to face me, offering a super bright, gigantic, and extremely wicked smile. Not even a second later he’s in front of me..

“Marcellus,” dangerously warns my mate as Gutter Butter crouches down lowly in front of me.

Marcellus vivid green eyes project a very epic eye roll. “Hello, Embry. My name is Marcellus,” he introduces his self. Wait! How does he know my name? “It's not to meet you again," he says, and I scrunch my face up at him. When have we ever met?

"Marcellus," warns my mate, gaining his attention. Marcellus turns around to face him with an expressionless face, attempting to hide the fact that they are having a private conversation.

"I'm sorry, where do you know me from?" I ask, clearly interrupting them.

"In my dreams," he teases obviously covering up for my mate. Oh, okay! I see what's going on here. It seems like Cyrus has some explaining to do. He's obviously been skinny dipping inside my head. We shall have a talk later. For now, I'll play along with their games.

“Hello," I greet back. It’s nice to meet you,” I add in just to be polite.

“Yes it is very much so, nice to meet me,” responds Marcellus, catching me by surprise and earning yet another growl from my mate. King Marcellus manages to produce another epic eye roll. “I’m the King of the best got darn continent apart from the circled Kingdom’s,” he declares, again earning a growl from Cyrus.

Meanwhile, Gutter Butter is crouched down in front of me and still growling lowly at King Marcellus.

“Get out now,” shouts my mate.

“Sorry brody, no can do and if you won’t come with me, I guess I’ll just have to crash here with you,” he says while walking into the living room area and diving onto the red leather sectional couch. Then, he grabs the remote.

“Welcome back to Cindy Lou Knows You,” says a woman voice the very moment he flicks the television on.

“You know, she really did pick the right profession.” says Marcellus. “She has a big ole-mouth and her throat is deep as fuck. I really didn’t take her serious when she said let me show you what I’m all about until she made a Sprite can disappear in her mouth. Awe! Man, I can feel her throat now,” he dreamily sighs.

What the heck? I think to myself as Gutter Butter fake chokes, fighting back his urge to laugh.

My mate neck snaps in our direction. Wordlessly, he dismisses Gutter and then places all of his attention back onto Marcellus.

Gutter gives me a slight bow and then strolls out of the room.

Did Gutter just bow forme? What was that about, I think to myself but Marcellus loud laughter filling the air doesn’t give me enough time to dwell on my thoughts.

“Embry, come join me,” he suddenly say, as he catches my eyes on him. "Get your little fine ass over here now. I won’t bite,” he promises and flashes his fangs in my direction.

Wait a minute! Did he just call me fine? Yup, I think he did based upon my mate currently losing his shit. “That’s it,” spits out Cyrus before angrily stalking towards Marcellus. With the quickness, he grabs him by the collar pulling him up from off the couch and then points towards the door, “Let’s go,” shout Cyrus. “Now, before I strangle you to death.”

“Alright.. Alright.. Alright,” he deadpans once again holding up his hands high in the air all in the name of mock innocence. “I’ll go,” he declares, while snatching his arm away from Marcellus in the process. “I’ll be outside, waiting for you. Your chariot awaits you, brody,”

Then he turns around to leave. Sike! He walks to the door really acting like he’s going to leave and then suddenly turns around to face me. “Oh, and Embry,”

“Marcellus,” warns my mate.

“What,” he fakes innocence, even offering an innocent smile and biting the bottom of his lip. “I was just going to say how pleasurable it was to really meet her. She really is such the charm,”

Cyrus rolls his eyes again as I respond, “Thank you,”

“No thank you," he says to me. “Though, I think I like you better when you were in beast mode. You’re the true goat, beauty and beast,”

Huh? Beast mode? What is he talking about? I open my mouth to say something.

"This is my finally warning, Marcellus,” Cyrus voice interrupts.

“Okay! Okay! I’m going,” he responds, as his eyes travel down to the mark on my chest. Cyrus mark and just like that a new found wickedness can be identified inside of his vivid green irises.

Suddenly, feeling exposed I quickly cover myself up quickly and this time my mate growl so loud he almost brings the entire estate down. “What the fuck are you looking at,” snaps Cyrus appearing in front of me quicker than one can blink, just to tie my rob shut again before roaring, “Get the fuck out of my house, now,”

“I’m going,” he responds, officially taking his leave but not before my sensitive ears picks up on his voice again as he say, “Nice Rack, Embry,"

Instantly making my face feel like it has been set on flames.

“Your dead,” declares Cyrus before taking off after him.

I can hear King Marcellus laughter all the way from the end of the other side of the house.

I can’t help but to stand frozen in place, staring at the door that they ran out of. What the heck just happened?I don’t know but I do know that my originally question about King Marcellus seems rather silly right now.

I mean like who is King Marcellus?

King Marcellus is hmm.

How can I say this? Marcellus is...

Well, Marcellus is a lot of things but I believe the best description for him would be to say that he is truly something else, though he’s quite interesting if anything else.

One thing for certain and two things for sure is that man is deep trouble. I need to stay far away from the over wickedly fun vampire by the name of King Marcellus.

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