Elliere Braim

1.3 Decision

A loud, throaty cough had Mercy jerking to get out of his grasp, but Elliere merely removed his lips from hers and gripped her firmly to his body. He glared over her shoulder, her silky hair caressing his cheek and wafting her delicious floral scent up his nose, to see a man scowling at them from outside of the bar. Elliere inhaled and knew he was nothing of concern as he was human. So with a low growl, he eased back from Mercy and gazed down at her. He didn't want to release her, but he didn't want to press things or embarrass her.

God, for years I didn't even want another mate again and look at me now! Not wanting to rush things...pfft.

Elliere scoffed at himself and shook his head slightly. He refocused on Mercy and said, "So...what now?"

Her face was flushed as she looked up at him, but a small smile came over her face. "You asked me that when you were drunk that night too."

He raised an eyebrow. "Did I?"

She nodded, grinning now. "Yep, very same way."

"Hmm.. and what did you say?"

"Well... I, uh, had a few drinks in me too and suggested we... uhm," she stumbled over her words, thoroughly embarrassed now and Elliere got the hint. He held up his hand and merely shook his head. He heard her audible sigh of relief and his lips twitched slightly as he fought a smile. She was adorable....in so many ways, he was seeing.

"Well... would you like to leave things as they are? Or come back to my apartment and sort things out...?" He offered, praying she'd pick the apartment one because he actually wanted to try himself now.

"Apartment? Sort things out? What?! I'm not sleeping with you again! What if this gets worse?!" Mercy wailed, eyes wide as she took a step back.

Elliere glowered at her and his eye flicked over to the now more alert man. "Keep your voice down!" He hissed. "I meant talk. That's it!"

Recognition flitted across her face as a small, "Oh," came out of her mouth. He rolled his eyes, though she only would've seen the one and shook his head. She was right though... the bond would get much worse if they had sex again and eventually she'd succumb to the wild instinct calling to her that told her to bite -- mark -- him because the bond had already been started, no thanks to his drunkenness.
"So, will you? Or do you want to pretend this didn't happen some more and hope it'll go away?" Elliere growled, irritated now. He just wanted to figure shít out. He was willing to try, why couldn't she be that simple?

Mercy bit her lip, drawing his attention to it and causing his côck to twitch with arousal. He wanted her physically alright and it was more than evident now, but why as a mate, why emotionally? Those were things he wanted to know. With a growl, he forced himself to keep in check so that he could get things sorted.

She glanced up, hearing the growl, and her hazel eyes were wide, but seemed dilated with...lust, if only slightly. She took in a shaky breath and let it out, "I can't overlook things anymore. I guess... I'm willing to try."

"You guess?" Elliere hissed, his arousal making him grouchy.

"Okay! I'm willing to try!" She acquiesced and held out her hands.

"Good," he murmured, gripping both hands and tugging her closer. Mercy gasped and tilted her head to look up at him. He gave her a small, apologetic smile for his attitude and leaned forward, inches from her lips. He watched her eyes dilate further and her lips part with anticipation. Oh she wanted him and he knew she could feel the fiery desire he felt as well. He seen and felt all the proof he needed.

Instead of kissing her, he murmured, "Let's go."

A small, almost silent groan of frustration came out of her lips and Elliere resisted the urge to smile. She wanted this more than she knew, but he would be sure in the end that she knew entirely.