Elliere Braim

1.2 Trying

Deep within his memories, he didn't even notice her until he was jerking away from the warm touch with a hiss. Elliere looked at his arm which bore a small, black burn hole, not from his cigarette this time, but from something silver as it was taking far too long to heal. His eyes flashed up, ready to maul the person who'd decided to touch him at all when he seen it was Mercy. His eyes widened before they flickered to her hand which was wearing a silver ring. That explained the burn then.

He glanced back to her face, she seemed shocked, but was recovering as she looked to his arm.

"Silver," he grumbled, still irritated with her for staying away so long. It had been over a week and going on the second day of a second week. Elliere thought she would remain away for a month or more, in which he would take action because even though he was no where near affected by the bond, he was affected by her. Just her in general.

"Silver?" She gasped, her eyes even rounder than before.

Oh my.. Fenrir give me strength..

Elliere sucked in toxic smoke, releasing it. Instead of explaining what her curious eyes begged him to, he murmured, "Have you finally accepted the bond and know what you wish to do?"

The bright, curious light in Mercy's eyes faded instantly and Elliere's stomach contracted painfully. He hated that he had killed the light in her hazel orbs.

Way to go, you díck...

"I, uh, I... I don't know. I'm still mad that you...you did that to me. It's like you pretty much forced me into this with you. Don't I get a say?" She murmured, eyes downcast and Elliere's hand itched to lift her chin so he could see her eyes. Instead he lifted his cigarette to his lips, sucked, and then tossed the butt on the ground, his shoe crushing out the fire.

"You do. It's one of the reasons I let you go, that I've stayed away. You wouldn't have found me and bothered to talk to me if you didn't want to try," he growled, mad he couldn't touch the woman that had captured his interest so well. Even madder that he couldn't touch her and she was already marked by him, making her literally his. Yet he refrained from touching her because it was all so new to her.

His eye flickered over to her and seen her round, hazel eyes on him. Her fingers played with her brown, wavy, silky hair and he imagined running his fingers delicately or roughly through those locks, thinking it would feel devine. Oh why, couldn't he remember his drunken night with her?!

"Uhm..." Mercy muttered, stumbling. "I guess that is true. I didn't have to be here, though the bond was and is hard to ignore..."

"So you'll try?" Elliere's voice was calm, but inside he was breathless. Unable to understand why he felt the way he did, but over-the-moon happy because she was willing to try.

Mercy's hazel eyes looked into his. They were wide with fear, but not of him. She studied his face and after a minute, slowly nodded her head. Elliere couldn't contain the burst of triumph that shot through him. He stepped forward slowly, hearing her gasp and seeing her eyes widen further, but she made no move to run. His hands shot out, one grasping her neck and the other slinking around her waist. He had been dying to taste her, to feel what had made him mark her in the first place, to confirm she was really it for him.

With a sharp pull, he had her pressed flush against his muscled form. A beautiful blush rose to her face and as his eye bore into her hazel ones, he no longer seen fear, but excitement and...desire. He eyed her parted lips and no longer able to wait another second, he hungrily claimed her pink lips with his own.

Raw, hot flames ignited through his veins and his grip on Mercy tightened further, squeezing a delicate and lust-filled moan out of her. As her lips opened, he sought his chance to fully taste her, his tongue diving to meet hers. A groan rumbled out of his throat and into their joined mouths causing her to moan softly.

Elliere noticed immediately how well her body fit to his, how much he enjoyed how well her body melted into his own and he loved the way she reacted to him. It was something he knew he'd never tire of and perhaps this was one of the many reasons he'd marked her that night. After this, he knew there was no going back. No way. He'd uncover all the reasons he'd had for choosing her as a mate that drunken night, no matter how challenging.