Elliere Braim

3.2 Blissful Effects

Elliere arose the next day a bit confused as he wasn't in his apartment room, he was naked and he felt...different. Not in a bad way different, but in an extremely good way. He'd never felt so good in his entire, rather shìtty life. He blinked, pondering such...a blissful feeling when suddenly a warm body rubbed against his own, sending an array of tingles shooting over his body and producing the same blissful feeling he had humming in him.

Elliere's eyes shot down, recognizing Mercy and instantly images from the night before slammed into him. He shuddered with desire once more and a smile graced his face. She had completed their bond, willingly, and had nearly admitted she loved him. He was pleased and for the first time felt at ease with his life. He felt like everything would be okay, no matter the circumstance as long as he had Mercy by his side. Fenrir might not halve souls anymore, but he still seemed to bind two souls together well.

Elliere squeezed the beautiful brunette in his arms and gingerly kissed her forehead before shuffling away. He watched as she stirred slighty, but rolled away to the other side of the bed. He crossed the small space to the bathroom, flicked on the light and sucked in a sharp gasp at the mark on his neck. It had dried blood around it, but had healed to a scar. Her mark on him. He was surprised by the heady rush of satisfaction he felt at seeing her claim on him. A grin slipped upon his face and he started the shower. He got in, just beginning to relax and revel in the hot spray when a pair of small, smooth arms snaked around him and hands pressed against his chest. Tingles and lust heated in his lower stomach and he let out a low growl at Mercy's floral scent wrapping around him.

He started to turn, but her hands slipped down, one cradling his semi-hard member and beginning to stroke. He groaned loudly, watching as her small hand barely wrapped entirely around his length.

"Mercy.." he warned and her pace picked up before she released him.

Elliere turned and she encased his member into her hot mouth suddenly, causing him to gasp. He was going to say something, but all words were lost to him as she sucked him. She kept up her rhythm and he found himself groaning and reveling in the pleasure she gave him, all the while hot water cascaded down upon his back.

Elliere felt himself close to his release and attempted to pull Mercy away, but she only groaned and sucked faster, harder bringing him to a loud and satisfying climax.

She pulled away, having swallowed all he had spewed and stood, grinning. He growled, pulling her into him and kissing her until they both shivered from their bond now.

"That wasn't necessary, but it was more than appreciated. Your turn," Elliere murmured, voice husky as he dropped to his own knees before Mercy could utter a word.

**

After their extended shower, Elliere dragged Mercy downstairs much to her slight protest. She was still nervous about the pack as a whole and even more nervous about Elliere's visible mark. He had reassured her many times that it was normal, he was proud of the mark and that the most people who would say something were Rori and Roman, but it would merely be a congrats.

She still worried nonetheless, but he had managed to coax her downstairs where the house was overflowing with noise, laughter and shouts from children. Elliere smiled slightly, recalling the happy moments like these he had once had, but the smile slipped away in seconds. Mercy squeezed his hand however and he felt his heart lift happily. She was his entirely now and he was hers, he was still astonished though it was a very good feeling.

"Elliere!" A familiar voice called happily.

He grunted, turning with Mercy and spotted a grinning Rori. Her eyes darted from him to his mate, but instead of telling them congrats or something else along those lines, she merely began speaking about something else. Elliere figured she could sense his nervous mate beside him.

"Did you want to go with us on a vacation for the day?"

"A...vacation?" Elliere murmured, arching a brow.

Rori rolled her eyes and Elliere felt Mercy tense with a different emotion, one that almost made him smile if he hadn't held it back.

"Not too far from here. Just a lake that Roman and his family used to go to that we, as a pack, like to travel to from time to time now," she reassured.

Elliere mulled it over, weighing the odds of any danger towards himself or his mate, but it seemed Mercy wanted to go as she spoke.

"How will we get there?"

Rori flashed Mercy a bright smile at the fact she wanted to go. "We normally travel in wolf form, those who are human opt for traveling on our backs like my wild pups. In Elliere's case he could carry you."

Mercy looked up at Elliere with wide eyes, seeming to not want to go now causing him to crack a wide grin.

"Afraid I'll drop you?" He teases, squeezing her against him playfully.

Mercy's about to respond until tiny voices shout their approval at having Elliere's mate come with.

"Please! Please! Please!"

Elliere glances down with his mate to see Aster and Muraco jumping around and begging them to go. Roman appears and tries to shoo them away, but Mercy's already giving in.

"No, I'm not afraid and alright, alright. We'll go."

"Yaaaayyy!!"