Chapter Two
SAHEIME
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.
“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.
“That’s not going to work.” I said, my voice deeper than even I recognized. “Let me…”
“Please!” She cried out.
“Shh…, my little wildflower. I’ll take care of you.
” I turned off the water, reached inside the tub, picked her up, and carried her into my workstation.
She buried her face in my shoulder, trying to get more of my scent.
Breaking contact for a moment, I laid her on the leather table and her legs fell open, giving me an unfiltered burst of her natural fragrance.
“You’re a tattoo artist?” She asked.
“Yeah…” I took off my shirt, and she eyed it like it was the drug she’d been waiting for this entire time. I gave it to her and she snuggled it close, rubbing it against her body.
“What’s your name?” She asked as her chest fell and rose heavier.
“Saheime.”
“Saheime, you smell amazing. Like home. Why?”
Part of me knew she understood. Denial was a thief of truth though.
“I’m going to help you through this wave, and then we can talk? Okay?” I looked down between her legs, noting the slick coating the lips to her sex.
“How?” She asked, eying me suspiciously.
I spread her legs wide, and lowered my head to just above her mound. My arms shook to hold me up, when I wanted to drown in her valley. She smelled of cotton candy and waterfalls.
“Saheime?” She panted. “What are you doing?”
I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw to let saliva gather. I parted her folds and let it drip directly on her blooming bud.
“Aah!” Brooke moaned out.
I continued until it pooled down in her opening. I spread her there, letting it flow into her canal.
“Hot… it’s so hot…” she breathed out.
“Mhm…” I groaned. “Almost, wildflower. Be patient.”
Her moans grew louder, making my erection turn steel hard.
Not yet…
When her slick slowed it’s flow, I knew it was working. Brooke was breathing so heavy that I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off. That was coming.
“Saheime, it hurts.”
“Shh…” I lowered my head and kissed her bud peeking between her lips.
Brooke gasped, and I had a feeling that she was catching onto what was about to happen.
“My saliva has a soothing effect on your heat so that it takes away the annoyances of it. What it leaves in return is raw need. I could blow on your clitoris and make you come. Graze you with the tips of my fingers and you’d melt for me.
Everything that comes after I’ve administered enough to make your body submit to me, all you’ll be able to do is feel. ” I dripped more saliva onto her.
“Is that why it's throbbing so bad?” she whined.
“Maybe.” I leaned down and swirled my tongue around her clit before I sucked it into my mouth. “Mmm… You taste like I’m about to make a bunch of bad decisions.”
“Aaah…” Brooke tossed her head back and forth, trying to fight the inevitable.
“Little wildflower, there’s no resisting me. I’m exactly what you need.”
I went back to the feast before me and slid my tongue inside her. Longer than a human one, I stuffed her full, thrusting it in and out of her. Her nectar dripped to my tongue and I ached for more of it. I riled her higher, stimulating her g-spot to get what I want.
“Saheime!” She screamed as her body tightened. Brooke wrapped her legs around my head trying to keep me in place, pressing me exactly where she needed me.
I lifted her so she could ride my face, with her only able to hold on to my head. I lowered her quickly onto my tongue, then lifted, imitating how she’d ride my shaft. Except, it was tongue that had her shivering and quaking.
“How… oh… what… shit!” She swore.
Now I was in pain… I held her up with one hand, used my other to unbutton my jeans, free my erection so it could breathe. Better, I focused on my task. Creamier, I stroked her slower to keep her pending orgasm coming closer to release.
Brooke was making all kinds of sweet sounds as I worked. They encouraged me to bounce her harder onto my face, taking more of my tongue, allowing my lips to also kiss hers as they hit the rest of my mouth.
Brooke grew louder. My actions became wilder, more punishing. And then she gushed into my mouth, letting free the sweetest cocktail I’ve ever drank. I came at the taste of her, unable to stop myself. Addicted to her flavor, I wanted more. I twirled my tongue and again she gushed.
“Mmm…” I growled. Coming again.
“Please!” She screamed.
I raised her from my mouth, and pulled her back down faster… harder… and then moved my tongue firmly against her g-spot. My reward was instant. Overly intoxicated by her, my body vibrated so hard that I was starting to lose my focus on this world.
“What is happening?” Brooke sagged against me. “I don’t feel so good.”
No!
I snapped out of it and focused on the human realm. If I didn’t, I’d kill Brooke. Her body wasn’t ready to travel to my home. I calmed my body, focusing on being in my shop and the world around us stopped spinning.
“Whoa.”
I pulled Brooke down to my chest, cradling her and panting hard.
“Sorry about that.” I looked around nervously. That was much too close for my liking.
“Bathroom.” Brooke blurted before she dived from my arms and ran to the bathroom.
I sighed, knowing she’d be in there for a while. The dimension shifting was too intense for the human body. I switched my focus to the mess on the floor that I’d made. Going to the closet, I focused on that task after I fixed my pants.
Well, at least now she could focus when she came out. The orgasms she had plus my saliva should keep the heat away long enough for us to talk. And trust me, there was plenty to say.