Elliere Braim

2.4 Interruption

Elliere didn't wonder more than five minutes after he'd finished his breakfast. Mercy had just cleared away the plates and was turning back to him when Elliere heard a key enter her lock. He was going to tell her about someone coming, but the door was creaking open and footsteps were coming down the hall which she herself could hear.

Her eyes were round and she tried to gesture him out of the kitchen, but blew out a sigh, mumbling, "I suppose you would've met her eventually."

Elliere was suddenly intrigued by the 'her' Mercy had mentioned and stopped trying to find ways to head back to her room without being caught. He looked down at his chosen mate who appeared defeated, but could say nothing as a voice rang out.

"Merrrcyyy! I know you're up and awake! I smell breakfast-y foods, you better have made enough f-for.... me?" Someone's voice choked off and Elliere turned to see a young girl.

Well she wasn't that young, but compared to Mercy and himself she was young. She was probably around seventeen or eighteen with chestnut hair verses her sister's chocolate hair and her eyes which were wide with shock were brown, not the hazel that Mercy's eyes were. She was dressed in a sundress- bright yellow.

Her eyes were glued to Elliere or more specifically his bare, sculpted chest. They flicked up finally when she noticed his eyes burning into her, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Uh.. M-Mercy? Who's this?" She stammered, her eyes flicking to her sister.

"Cassy, this is Elliere. Elliere, this is Cassy, my sister," Mercy introduced easily, though Elliere still caught the glances she threw at her sister when he thought she couldn't see.

"Nice to meet you," he said, stepping forward and holding out a hand.

He noticed Cassy didn't take it immediately, her eyes once again glued to his chest until Mercy coughed. She shook his hand rapidly and then looked to her irritated sister.

"Where did you find him?" She asked, eyes round again with her eyebrows raised.

"None of your business," Mercy snapped and Elliere could feel the slight jealously coming from her making him smirk a little.

"Well, are you dating?" Cassy sang, eyeing Elliere again like a child would a piece of candy.

He shifted uncomfortably, leaning towards Mercy again. He might have been able to choose his mate, but Cassy was far too young and now that he had chosen Mercy he no longer desired anyone else. Mercy was his mate now, no one else. Elliere glanced down at Mercy, her annoyed, slightly jealous face was amusing and sexy. An odd combo, but he liked it.

"Yes!" Mercy snapped. "We are. I was planning to drop by today and introduce you and Mom, but it's a bit late now."

"Well, you know I stop by most days, Merc. So any breakfast foods or?" Cassy said, looking around hopeful.

"Not today, Cass. I didn't know you were stopping by today or I would've made more," Mercy muttered.

"Clearly you didn't know or I'm assuming tall, dark and handsome over here wouldn't be in the house still," Cassy murmured sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

A growl worked it's way out of Elliere's mouth before he could stop it, making Cassy and Mercy jerk in response. He didn't mean for it to slip out, but he didn't like the way Cassy had spoken so flippantly to her sister, to his chosen mate. It was instinctual and was out before he had even given it much thought.

"What... was that?" Cassy asked, looking at Elliere oddly.

"Stomach," he murmured, lying quickly. "Still hungry."

"Hmm..." Cassy hummed thoughtfully and then turned to Mercy, her brown eyes lighting up. "Does that mean you'll make more food for him and me?"

Mercy groaned, shooting Elliere a glare and just nodded, turning back to the stove.

"I'll help," Elliere muttered, feeling guilty, but Mercy tried to push him away.

"No, you sit. You'll probably burn the food anyways."

Elliere faked a shocked gasp. "I would not. You know I can cook! Besides I can make some mean scrambled eggs, now move over."

His hands gripped her hips for a second to encourage her to move, but tingles spread over him instantly and he felt her tense underneath his hands as she felt them too. A groan was building in his throat and he so wished Cassy wasn't here, but she was so he released Mercy and she moved quickly then, putting a decent amount of space between them.

**

Elliere and Mercy endured Cassy's presence for the next hour or so as she talked animatedly about her classes for college, their mother, and her newest boyfriend. She frequently questioned Elliere about himself and his life and what his intentions were with Mercy. He responded politely and easily while Mercy complained about her sister asking so much, but Cassy had glared at her and muttered about how she was trying to be a good sister.

Mercy had scoffed and told her that she should leave to be a good one and that they would see their mother, Vivien, a bit later. Cassy had scowled unhappily at her sister, but still listened and left. Not without throwing another teasing sentence in about Mercy and Elliere, but she left nonetheless.

The silence settled around them a bit awkwardly, but Elliere decided he would be the one to break it as he turned towards her.

"So... she's interesting," he murmured, a small smile curving his lips.

"More like irritating, but which ever way you'd like to put it," Mercy grumbled and Elliere grinned then, a chuckle escaping him.

Mercy scowled but not for long. "Oh, go put a shirt on! We're going to meet my mom soon."

"I'm meeting the family so soon? And I quite like you drooling over me," Elliere teased, watching as she lifted a hand to her lips to see if she really was drooling.

She dropped her hand with a glare. "I do not drool! And did you want to be with me or not?! If so, you're bound to meet my mother eventually and the sooner the better... so I know if she likes you. Plus you already met Cassy."

"Well, obviously I do. The mark on you proves it. I suppose and what if your mother doesn't like me?" Elliere murmured, arching an eyebrow and not moving in the slightest to throw on a shirt.

"If she doesn't we may have a problem. Just be good and go throw on a shirt!" Mercy growled, making Elliere raise both eyebrows.

"And I'm suppose to be the Lupus here," Elliere grumbled, finally turning away to find his shirt and struggling to ignore just how sexy a growl sounded from her even though she wasn't Lupus.