Elliere Braim

2.3 Breakfast

Elliere had woken up in the middle of the night and had went to her couch to jerk off with previous images of her pleasured face ravishing his mind. Though about halfway through, he could've sworn he felt eyes on him and smelt her floral scent lingering close by. He didn't open his eyes to find out though as he needed the release. He figured if she was watching, all the better. However when he returned to her room to curl around her, he found Mercy asleep. He had shrugged and slid in next to her, spent.

Now he awoke as bright light flitered through Mercy's white curtains. He rolled in the bed, searching for his chosen mate only to find the other half of the bed still slightly warm, but empty. He inhaled and rubbed away the 'sleep sand' from his eyes. He instantly smelt food from that one inhale and was up an instant. While he did love food, he couldn't believe Mercy had gotten up to make some. He had wanted to do that.

With a little growl and a scratch of his beard, Elliere stalked from the room and out into the hallway where the scent of food and Mercy was stronger. He almost couldn't decide which scent he liked more, but just decided on both because he could. He moved easily through the house, having remembered exactly where everything was from last night and found Mercy cooking at the stove. Her hair was in a messy bun, loose tendrils of hair had slipped out though and framed her beautiful face. Her sweatpants hung rather low on her hips and Elliere could see a flash of black lace that made him hunger for her rather than the food just like her tank top strap that had slipped from her shoulder.

Suddenly he wasn't mad about her making food anymore. No, he had a raging hard-on and he wanted nothing more than to pull her away from her cooking, clear off her kitchen table and fück her on it and then make love to her in her bed.

Shít... this is so hard. I never thought it'd be this hard... where did my control go? It was never this bad with Layla.

Elliere shook his head as he heard Mercy's gasp. He looked up and found her gaping at him from his spot in the doorway. He couldn't figure out why she was looking at him extremely wide eyed until he glanced down at himself. He was dressed in his black boxers and nothing else. He had taken his clothes off last night before he'd crawled into bed with her. He hadn't even thought to pull on his clothes when he'd walked from her room this morning. He merely was slightly irritated she'd made breakfast before him. Now he could see that maybe he should have put his jeans back on at least because his not-so-discrete erection was on show.

He moved his hand to cover himself and quickly looked up, embarrassed. Though Mercy was already facing away from him, pretending she hadn't noticed him as she finished up cooking.

"Uhm... I'm gonna-"

"Put some pants on?" She finished with a light chuckle.

"Yeah," he murmured and slipped back to her room. He yanked on his jeans quickly and though embarrassed slightly he still walked back out to the kitchen.

Mercy was still there, only this time she'd plated the food and was waiting for him. When she spotted him she seemed less flustered and gestured for him to sit at the island with her. He didn't even hesitate to sit down, his stomach stirring with hunger.

He paused as he lifted his fork to see Mercy watching him and arched an eyebrow. "You know, you didn't have to make me this."

"Who said it was for you?" She said , arching a delicate eyebrow back and teasingly pulling his plate away. "I thought of it as paying you back since you made me dinner that one night and I hadn't asked for it."

Elliere grinned then as she pushed it back towards him and nodded. "Fair enough, but I was the one who wanted to make you breakfast, not the other way around."

"Me? What? You already made me dinner as I said," Mercy murmured, her eyes a little bit round with shock.

"Yes, you. And just because I made you dinner doesn't mean I couldn't make you breakfast too," Elliere grumbled, deciding to take a bite. "But thank you, it's delicious."

Mercy beamed then and decided to let what he was saying slide apparently as she dug into her own food. It seemed this morning was going rather well, Elliere thought, no one was too awkward, running out the door or shoving anyone out so that had to be good.

Now he only wondered about the rest of his day.