Elliere Braim

3.1 Completion

Mercy moaned into Elliere's mouth and he didn't hesitate to take control. He knew she wanted this now, wanted him. He had met her family, she had met his...extended family in a way, he knew all her likes, dislikes, past and she knew his. There really wasn't anything standing in the way anymore. If she didn't like him, care or want him she wouldn't have come with or threw a fit if he had forced her and she didn't. They both cared, maybe even loved and were too afraid to admit it just yet, but they both knew in time love would blossom. They both knew that they were meant for each other, they could feel it deep within. Even though soul mates were not designed anymore, they fit extremely well; they balanced.

Elliere was ripped away from his slight worries as Mercy ran a soft hand up his arm, around his neck and into his black hair to tug on it lightly. He groaned, his member swelling with desire as her floral smell filled his senses and her warm body heat radiated into him. His hands slipped down her sides, along her hips, feeling her shiver and then groan as he gripped her thighs to wrap them around his waist.

His body jerked into hers as she squeezed her thighs tight and they both released sounds of pleasure. Elliere swiftly stood though, making Mercy release a squeal and grip him tighter. She went to question what he was doing when he let go of one thigh, brought his hand back and slapped her áss cheek. She yelped but soon after moaned. Elliere shifted, sitting on the bed himself as she straddled him instead. His lips pulled from her delicious mouth to suck and tease along Mercy's neck.

She groaned, head tilting back while her covered mound grinded against his hard côck. Elliere's breathes were deep and rough, he was struggling to keep up with foreplay as he wanted nothing more than to just take her, show her what he'd spend doing to her every night.

"Please," Mercy begged, her voice coming out breathless and full of lust.

Elliere groaned, his lips slamming back to hers for a second before his fingertips slipped under her shirt and yanked it off. His hands that touched her bare skin were riddled with tingles that raced up his arms and throughout his body, setting them on fire. He glanced down, sure his eyes were glowing bright from his primal, Lupus side as he took in her bare torso and pretty blue bra that shielded her breasts from him.

He growled in annoyance, feeling the need to rip away her bra and this time he did. His hands slipped up her back, making her body arch into his own. He thrust up, against her warm core, relieving some of the tight pressure on his restrained member with a groan and easily shredded her bra. Elliere tossed the remains away, looking up into Mercy's slightly widened hazel eyes.

"Problem?" He rasped, daring her to say yes.

She slowly shook her head no. Her mouth opened to respond, but his eyes glanced down, then remained on her pink nípples. His large hand slipped around her to cup her bare breast within his palm, another grasping her hip tightly. She sucked in a breath and then groaned as his lips covered her sensitive nub, his facial hair brushing against her soft skin.

Her fingers raked through his hair roughly and he growled again, switching to the other nub making her cry out this time. He pushed against her body, rubbing against her apex with his hard-on in a more frantic urge. He was dying to just keep ripping off clothes and fúcking her, but this was their mating. The only one where she would complete the bond entirely and he wasn't going to make it short and shítty.

"Elliere!" She gasped, ripping her nails into his bare back. Another growl wracked through his chest and out of his mouth, his control slipping slowly.

"Yes, baby?"

"Fúck me, make love to me, but for the love of god, get inside me!" She managed to breathe out between pants while he attacked her neck again, leaving beautiful, darkening hickys on her soft skin.

"Ah, but I want to have you screaming my name before then, when it happens and after have you blissfully speechless," He murmured, but shifted anyways. He leaned back on the bed, her body straddling atop his still and his fingers worked at her jeans. She made it easy as she moved to allow him to help her pants off and when they were, they revealed her matching blue underwear. He was going to pull her back on top of him, but instead she surprised him.

She slipped out of his reach, down his torso, peppering heated kisses as she went and making him gasp. He looked down, releasing a moan as he watched Mercy suck the skin near his navel into her mouth. As she released it, he seen a dark but alluring love bite she'd left before her fingers trailed along the lining of his boxers, causing all coherent thoughts to freeze within his mind.

Elliere groaned as her slim hand rubbed over his boxer covered member teasingly. His muscles were tense and he twitched, just aching for her to touch more of him.

Mercy didn't disappoint though; within minutes his cóck was free, boxers off, her hand wrapped around it's girth and her hot, wet mouth encasing it. He was moaning loudly now, his large hands gently gripping her silky tresses.

Her mouth sucked him, her tongue massaged him and he knew if she kept it up this would be over before they really started. And he'd be thoroughly disappointed as he wouldn't get the chance to taste her the way she sure was tasting him. With a gasp, he gently urged her mouth to release his harden member and he let out a low chuckle at her unhappy face.

"It's not that it didn't feel good, no it felt very good. But if you keep that up I'll never get to taste you," Elliere growled and yanked her up to pull her into a soul-sucking kiss.

She just poured a moan into his mouth when he flipped their positions, his lips trapped a nípple within his yearning mouth. Mercy groaned, fingers ripping through his hair and arched her body against his throbbing one. His moan was guttural, one of pure need and primal instinct. His Lupus side making itself known that it wanted to be marked, he wanted to be bonded.

"Oh god," Mercy yelped as his mouth tortured her other nípple again and his fingers trailed a fiery path along her belly.

She squirmed and gasped as his fingers teasingly ran over her clít. He growled at the sounds and his lips left her chest to leave hickys down her pale, smooth stomach. He reached her hips, tearing away her thin, blue underwear and she squirmed again. Her hips thrust up and Elliere couldn't take it. He could smell her arousal and the lust that built inside him took over.

His face buried between her silky thighs with no warning and she released a moan so loud he knew if the walls weren't sound proof, everyone would've heard. His tongue lapped along her opening to her clít, the taste of her making him ever harder and ever more ready to bury himself within her. Her fingers tugged at his hair and he felt her thighs tighten with her growing release.

"Elliere!" She gasped and suddenly, at the sound of his name coming from her mouth, he wanted that release from her.

He wanted to taste it, feel her thighs suffocate him in the most erotic way and he got it minutes later. Her crying out his name. He pulled away from her with a satisfied smirk as he took in her blissful state. He moved his way up her body and claimed her lips, easing himself inside her only after he put on a condom. He didn't need children just yet.

Mercy groaned again, her nails raking down his muscled back and he immediately lost his grip on his control. He had wanted to be loving, but it wasn't going to happen anymore. They'd spent far too long dancing around this joining.

He slammed into her, her walls clenching around his throbbing member and he let out a curse. He felt like he could cüm any second.

"Mercy," he gasped as her lips traced along his neck, teeth beginning to scrape.

His thrusts picked up, he drove himself into her wet core with more urgency, need and passion. He felt her shudder, quiver and begin to cüm below him, clenching roughly around his member. Her noises brought him to his release followed by the sting of her teeth digging into his neck.

He could feel the wound bleeding, but his release blocked out everything else. His ears rung and he nearly collapsed on top of Mercy. Something like a rubber band, if it had been visible, snapped between them and suddenly he knew they were bonded, completely joined. Her teeth opening a wound on his neck was proof, but the feeling was even greater proof. A lazy smile appeared on his face as he pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to the side of Mercy's head before rolling off her and drifting off with her collected into his arms.