Elliere Braim

0.4 That Day

It was....such an unsuspecting day and looking back Elliere would've never known. How could he? Everything was just so damn perfect he felt nothing would ever go wrong. But it had.. oh, how it had. It had finally been the day he was going to mark Layla and seal them together as mates forever. It was also the day he began his full training to take over the pack. It was a day of many celebrations and he was sure to indulge in festivities far later that night.

He was beyond excited, everything was coming together so effortlessly. He felt it was his destiny being fulfilled.

But it was not so... not after them.

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Elliere had awoke that day to the brilliant sun shining and Layla encased in his arms. Her body was soft and molded perfectly to his. He grinned down at her sleeping face, her mass of curls were wrapped around them both wildly, and he tenderly kissed her small nose. When she didn't awaken, he began to place soft kisses all over her face, stopping at her mouth to kiss deeply. Seconds later those same lips responded, though sleepily. Still, Elliere grinned and pulled away.

"Good morning, love," he murmured, squeezing her tightly.

Layla smiled and let out her own good morning as she blinked sleep out of her eyes.

"Today is the day," Elliere mumbled, burying his face into Layla's neck and inhaling her now familiar scent.

He heard Layla's heart pick up in her chest and he resisted the urge to smile again as she hummed in reply. Elliere couldn't stop his instinctual arousal and as it pressed into Layla's hip bone, she released a wolfy growl causing Elliere to become even more erect.

His body had seemed to move of his own accord, settling himself above her and between her thighs. A whimper came from his soon to be mate as his erection nudged her opening. His lips descended upon hers hungrily and she didn't disappoint as she opened, allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth.

He groaned, pulling away and gazed down at Layla's glowing eyes. Her primal side had risen to the surface and he was sure he looked the same as he fought the urge to simply sink himself into her warm wetness and mark her roughly. Instead he teased her with his hardness against her softness and made her cry in frustration.

"Elliere," she ground out from clenched teeth. "Please, mark me. Make me yours. I've waited too long for this. I want us to be joined permanently, for us to wear each other's mark. Please."

He couldn't take it. He had waited for so long himself and he was aching to claim her finally and seal their bond entirely. His eyes were locked on hers as he began to enter her slowly, watching as her eyes rolled in pleasure. He groaned as he filled her entirely and began to gently thrust into her.

He was sure to seal the bond this morning, it would be the best start to his day.

He groaned, hearing her pants as they quickened the pace. The pleasure getting better and better with each slam against one another. They were utterly close and their canines had long ago descended from their gums, ready to mark each other at the point of release.

Just a few more strokes...and-

Knock knock!

"Sir?" came a voice from the other side of his bedroom door. "You're needed for training immediately!"

A snarl thundered out of Elliere's chest and Layla growled herself in frustration.

"Can't it wait?!" He snapped, hating the fact that he'd been interrupted from marking what was his.