Elliere Braim

2.2 Relief

Elliere sat on Mercy's couch, sipping at his water and trying, but failing to pay attention to the movie Mercy had put in. He seemed to constantly be drawn to her. Her scent was surrounding him, the pounding of her heart filled his ears, the little fidgets she did kept teasing him to look at her. It was driving him insane and they had barely made it through half the movie. He wanted to slide over to her, grab her soft face between his hands and kiss her delicious lips again. He wanted to know if the second kiss would be as hypnotic and addicting as the one they had earlier. No, he needed to know.

Right this second.

Elliere looked over, openly looking at Mercy now and managed to catch her head whipping to look at the screen. A blush colored her cheeks and he knew he caught her looking at him. He held in a smile and reached out slowly, fingers brushing along her hand. He heard her suck in a gasp and her hazel eyes jolted back to him, first looking at his fingers against her hand and then up at his face.

It was only for a second, but it's all Elliere needed. His hand slid up her arm and into her brown waves, cupping her head while his other hand moved to rest upon her waist. He heard her let loose another gasp, but she didn't pull away as his lips sought hers. In fact, her body seemed to shift into his and somehow Elliere found Mercy wound around his side. Her leg was wrapped between his, her hand had slid up to cup his face and the other rested upon his ribcage.

His heart was pounding loudly and he was sure she could feel it. But the fire melting in his veins and scorching him from Mercy's touch kept him glued to her, focusing only on her. He couldn't get over how well they fit together as she moved and boldly straddled his lap. A groan slid out of his mouth as their hips collided. His erection felt brutally restrained now, tortured as her core sat aligned with it. Only a few layers of material were stationed in between and it was becoming harder to remember why he shouldn't sleep with her.

Mercy pressed herself closer still and Elliere couldn't help it as his hands slipped from her hair down to her áss. He gripped it firmly causing her to release another breathless moan. He knew he was fúcked then as he stood with her gripped to him, her lips switching to his neck. He groaned deeply as she nipped in the exact spot she'd end up marking him.

He moved quickly as her assault on his neck never stopped. His entire body throbbed, each footstep taking what seemed a lifetime and all the while he was surrounded by her delicious scent that kept him moving.

He finally reached her bedroom and gently set her on the bed, having closed the door with his foot. He gazed down at her. Her hazel eyes intense with desire, brown swirls of hair falling messily over her shoulders and Mercy's lips which were red and swollen from when his lips were on hers.

Oh Fenrir, I want her...

Yes, he wanted her. But he couldn't continue without completing the bond and he wouldn't continue if she didn't want him for a lifetime. She had to want to be with him, she had to commit because god knows Elliere could. But he wasn't sure if Mercy was ready for any of that, if she wanted to settle. Sure, she had said she wanted to try. But that did not mean she wanted to settle down right this instant. She was young and could do so much as a single woman still, Elliere had lived a lifetime practically while she was just beginning.

An ache ripped through his chest at the thought of rejection again and letting go the woman he'd chosen as a mate, but if she wasn't ready he would not force this. He wouldn't make her mark him and complete a bond that made her miserable. He wanted her happy, he wanted this bond out of love and wanting to be together, not misery and force.

Mercy must've noticed his solemn expression because the lust in her eyes died out slightly and a worried crease formed between her eyebrows, scrunching them together. She touched his arm gently, setting his skin on fire again, but he pushed the urge away.