Page 4 of Tattooed By The Elf

“Strong… Potent… Just… wash it off.” I growled.

She pulled away and began washing her body with the medical grade soap.

“I need privacy.” She said sharply, obviously offended and I didn’t know why.

“Sure.”

I exited the room and waited on the outside of the doorway in case she needed me.

“Can I have something to put on?” She said.

“It probably won’t help, though.” I muttered as I went to my locker to see what I had in there.

I found a t-shirt which should be long enough for her considering her size. I took it to her, hearing the water turn off. I gave her a towel too. Then I left her to it.

I heard a loud stream of gasps, moans, and a heavy sigh. I moved to go see what was happening, but her scent blasted my way and I knew what the hell had happened.

“Did you do that on purpose?” I asked.

Her release had brought on her heat again and my erection was heavy between my thighs.

Mate. Mark. Bite. Claim her.

I growled at the chant in my head while trying to push back my instincts.

“Why do you smell so fucking good?!” She yelled at me.

“Alpha…” I gritted out.

“Oh god, no!” She whined.

I could hear movement, more moans, and panting.

“Are you…” I closed my eyes because her scent was thicker in the air, choking me.

“Need more…” she cried out.

“More what?!” Cause she was taking everything from me right now.

“Your scent. Your body. You…” She whined.

“Not… happening.” I growled.

I needed to get to the car to grab the deodorizer and pour it on her by the gallon.

“Please…” she begged. “Please…”

Her request ripped me to shreds and the begging felt like a death sentence. There was no reason for my mate to ever beg for something that was rightfully hers. Unless she was into that sort of thing.

“You have to stop touching yourself or we’re never going to get through this.” I sunk to the floor feeling doomed by the inevitable.

“But it hurts. God it hurts!” She screamed.

Mate. Mark. Bite. Claim her.

A switch flipped and rationality went out of the window. I crawled through the open doorway and saw the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.

Brooke’s face was buried in my shirt as she sat back in the tub rubbing herself off with the towel, using the friction to get her worked up.