Page 3 of Tattooed By The Elf

“Fuck!” I shouted, unable to hold it in any more.

The tears came from somewhere foreign and didn’t let up as I sobbed in the back of this damn van.

I needed help, and going inside didn’t seem like the answer. I was going to sit here forever, and maybe the pain would eventually stop, right? Wrong. It grew so bad that I began shaking and I went in and out of consciousness. Then everything turned black and the world faded away and never came back.

Is this what heaven is like? Or maybe hell? Because the pain didn’t stop because I couldn’t stay awake for it. It took over, wrecking havoc and without me being able to try to stop it, it was relentlessly beating me up like I’d tried to take away its lunch money, unsuccessfully at that.

When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, the flame roared all over my body in rapid succession, teaming up with pain, and the son of a bitch that liked to tie knots in my stomach.

A triple threat that sent me into a coma like state.

Goodbye world. Because I just knew this was the end.

CHAPTER TWO

SAHEIME

Iwas closing down the shop when I got the call from Ω11. I was part of their emergency call team because the Omegas here didn’t affect Elves. As the prince of the Elven realm, I’d been put in charge of our station here to keep the peace with the president and other world peace leaders. They knew of our existence and to keep that secret, the Elven leaders agreed to help with their Omega problem here.

Once upon a time they used to treat Omegas like royalty, but now they were more common than they used to be and the value was reduced to many of them being in hiding to protect their Omega virtue. To help, I’d set up safe houses to provide them sanctuary. My tattoo shop doubled as that with an underground area that had supplies.

Right now, I didn’t care about my responsibility to humans. I cared more about the fact that I’d been building up my control and tolerance for years to make sure that I stayed level headed in all situations. Even those that included my bodily instincts. It had just failed me.

My father, or fahmi as he was called in my realm, was king of our realm and would stay in that role until I’d mated. However, none of the prissy prospects in our world tempted me. If I didn’t choose someone soon, my father was prepared to force a mating. To stay out of his way, and stall as much as possible, I’d agree to take up this station to bide my time and cultivate my art. Enjoy my time out of the palace until my time was up.

I was the prince. The mother-fucking-prince. Nobody defied me, not even myself. So why in hell was I sitting here in my lobby fighting the most outrageous hard-on of my life? It took twenty seconds of smelling her sweet heat and I was in trouble. She was an Omega human, I knew she was. Nothing special. Or was she? Because none of my kind had managed to get this reaction from me. And she was a little thing, no taller than 5’10 or 5’11, maybe 220 lbs. More curves than I was used to, but still light in comparison.

She was different from the type of women that I was used to. Brown skin and her hair was a mess of curls. Unruly. Petite and a fighter. She had to be to still be conscious when I got to her after her heat went into full scent mode. Sassy. I’d heard her shout some obscenity that wasn’t lady-like, let alone queenly. There was no way that she was my mate, even though all of my instincts said that she was.

Responding to a female was typical, but not to this degree. I was struggling to stay in this chair and not go rescue and rut her to get rid of the pain. I wanted to feel her scent gland on my lips as I bit down there to mark her and sip from her vein. I could imagine what it would be like to be inside her, but how was that all possible?

Silence. It was too damn quiet out there.

I jumped up and ran outside to look into the van. She was passed out cold, and I couldn’t tell if she was breathing from here.

God of mercy, please help us.

I gathered every ounce of control that I had and opened the door to the van. I could feel the heat from her body immediately. Boxed in this van, it had to be over a hundred degrees in here from her temperature. I grabbed her, took her inside to the bathroom and put her in the supply tub. I turned on the cold water, hoping to shock her into waking up.

I heard a huge gulp of air being taken in as she awakened suddenly. She began flailing around, and I turned the spray toward her face to cool down her head where most of the heat was coming from. Well, second to between her legs.

She kicked me in the crouch, making me back away from the tub in pain, and then she moved the spout from her face.

“Are you crazy?! Were you trying to drown me?” She asked.

“No, I was trying to cool you down.” I groaned out.

“To death. I don’t ever want to be that fucking cold. Fuck!” She stumbled to her knees, and bent over the tub to try to get out.

“Why can’t you stand?” I asked.

“My legs aren’t exactly my friend right now!” She yelled.

I moved over to her, pulling her to her feet and she swayed into me.

“You can’t get out without washing that potent smell away. You need to stay put.” I said not removing her from the tub.

“Potent? What are you trying to say?” She pushed at me, but her strength was nothing to match mine. Well, unless she was kicking my erection.