Elliere Braim

1.5 Discussion

"Why do you want to try so much?" Mercy blurted the second Elliere sank onto the couch once more.

"Isn't it obvious? You are who I chose for a mate and drunk or not, I seen enough in you to want to spend the rest of my life with you," Elliere responded easily, watching as Mercy's eyes widened.

"We really...for life?" She said. "I thought that..."

"You thought what?" He said, eyes boring into her. "That I was just kidding? No, I'm very serious about all of this, Mercy."

Mercy swallowed audibly and nodded. "No, I know. I guess the time away from you I kind of pretended everything I heard and seen wasn't real, but I know now and I'll still try."

"Good, so any other questions you have?" Elliere asked, when really he was dying just to touch her again.

"How....is the bond completed?" Mercy asked, her face blushing a beautiful hue of pink and once again causing Elliere's côck to swell within his pants.

"The same way it was started, Mercy, only with you marking me," he rasped out, his voice husky with his desire.

Her hazel eyes darted up and she let out a little gasp. "And...marking you would...m-mean giving you a hicky?"

"No, it would mean biting me hard enough to draw blood, to scar," Elliere replied, eyes dark and intense.

"Oh," she squeaked, blushing furiously and unable to look at him. Hell, he was probably intimidating her with the way he was staring at her, but he couldn't look away. She was too beautiful to look away from.

"So...when would that happen? What is this like? I mean...do we even date? Get to know each other? Or do we just get right into this?" She murmured, eyes still averted and gazing intently at her fingers.

A flicker of irritation flashed through him at the fact she thought he would rush her, that even though he said he had brought her here to talk, she thought they would have sex anyways. He could see why Mercy would think that though. He had drunken sex with her and marked her, forcing her into this in a sense. But he had been drunk and blackout drunk at that, this was different he was sober and wanted a...a relationship from this. There would be no rushing, not ever, because he had forced himself into this as well.

Slowly, Elliere slid from his position on the couch and sank down in front of Mercy so he could look her directly in the eyes without her finding a way to avoid his own. He heard her suck in a sharp breath and her heart rate increase upon having him so close. He retained a smile knowing she was so clearly affected by him and projected his irritation at her for thinking he would rush her.

"Mercy," his voice was a rumble as his primal self rose within him. "I'm never going to rush you. As long as you want to try. Hell, even if this gets to be too much and you want to leave... I won't stop you. But don't ever think I'll rush you. If that was the case I wouldn't have allowed you to leave the day you told me about the mark. We can do this however you like. Dates, more time apart to think -- though I really wouldn't like that -- anything."

As Elliere finished what he felt Mercy needed to hear, he took in her expression. It was one he couldn't put his finger on and part of him hated he couldn't figure it out, yet another part seemed pleased as though he said everything right. Her hazel eyes seemed to warm as though she liked what he said, however her soft lips remained in a straight line like she was trying to mask that she enjoyed that he wouldn't rush her. It was quite an amusing expression to Elliere, but one he was liking.

After a beat of silence, she spoke one soft and musical word. "Good."

"Good what?" Elliere asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Good that you won't rush me," she smiled, a small breathtaking smile and suddenly pushed Elliere so he landed on his back, caught off guard, while she stood up. "I expect to see you at The Wolf's Den at seven tomorrow night. It's a date."

With a wink and another shy smile, she was out the door and Elliere was left on the floor, a slow grin forming on his face.

He had a date!