Tamed by the Prince (Elven Lover)

by Cathy McAllister

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Read also

  About Cathy McAllister

  Tamed by the Prince

  Elven Lover I

  B y C a t h y M c A l l i s t e r

  Fantasy Romance

  Tamed by the Prince

  Elven Lover I

  Cathy McAllister

  English Edition 2013

  copyright © 2013 by Cathy McAllister

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  Translation: Louise Schweeney

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  All characters and actions in the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to either linving or deceased people is coincidantal.

  Chapter 1

  Sighing, Cherry folded the last t-shirt and put it in the cupboard. Justin was extremely fussy about his things and she had already learnt, the hard way, what happened if she did not iron and fold his clothing perfectly. He was always quick-tempered and he made her life hell. But where else could she go? She had no one and at least Justin saw to it that she had a roof over her head and food in her mouth.

  When Justin had picked her up off the streets she was just sixteen. She had run away from the orphanage and had more or less kept her head above water by stealing, always afraid of being caught and put back in the orphanage. Justin had given her everything she could have wished for, and more. She felt as if she had won the lottery, but it did not take long for disillusionment to set in.

  Within very few months Justin showed his true self – a domineering, brutal man without scruples. Cherry tried to leave him but did not get far. Justin found her on the very same day and punished her so badly that it took her a long time to pluck up the courage to make a second attempt at leaving him. Not until a whole year later did she run away again, after weeks of planning. But that time, too, Justin managed to track her down and bring her back. He locked her away for a whole year and treated her brutally, so she lost all hope of escaping – forever! She had now learnt to behave in such a way as to get as little abuse from him as possible, and because of this her life had become bearable – to a certain extent – apart from the fact that she was not free. She never would be. She was Justin’s property.

  The door opened and Justin came into the room with a towel wrapped round his hips.

  “Have you got the t-shirt ready? – The one with the panther on it?”

  Cherry nodded and gave him the requested t-shirt.

  He pulled the t-shirt over his head and looked at it critically. Paralysing fear began to spread through her immediately, until it felt as if it was choking her.

  “What is wrong with you? What are you making that face for? Smile a bit! Do you want to scare off the guests tonight?”

  “No. I’ve just got a bit of a headache,” she assured him hastily.

  “Take a pill then. And make sure you dress nicely!”

  “Yes, Justin,” she answered, kissing him on the cheek.

  He patted her behind and pulled her to him. She had to stop herself stiffening up in his arms. She hated him being near her, but if she tried to avoid him she would have to suffer still more.

  “I’ll sort you out good and proper when we come back,” he announced roughly, pinching her painfully on her backside. She had become so well trained that she stopped herself crying out in pain. She no longer even tensed up.

  “Yeah, I reckon it’s long overdue,” murmured Justin.

  Cherry tried to stop herself trembling. She hated sleeping with him. As he kept on amusing himself with other women, he did not hassle her too often, but when he did, he bruised her horribly. She was glad when he let her go and she could disappear into the bathroom. There she sat on the toilet and let her tears flow. She had learnt to cry without any sound. After a few minutes she pulled the flush as if she had really been to the toilet and then undressed to shower. When she came out of the bathroom half an hour later she was showered, her hair was done and her make-up was applied. No one would believe that she had cried. This evening she put on a knee-length, tight-fitting skirt that showed off her well-formed behind, and a tight-fitting top.

  She found Justin in the kitchen, on the phone to someone. He saw her and indicated that she should get into the car. She took her handbag and left the house. Sighing, she opened the passenger door of the yellow Ferrari and sat down on the leather seat. It seemed to take ages before the front door opened and Justin trudged out of the house, looking furious and slamming the door behind him. Fear filled Cherry’s belly and she wondered whether she would survive the night. If he was in such bad humour he would be all the more brutal if he had sex with her. Sometimes he strangled her until she was almost unconscious. Cherry hated that above all the other torture that he inflicted upon her. That was worse than being hit. When she could not breathe she was scared to death. What if he pressed too hard or for too long? Her life was hell, but she still did not want to die – and certainly not like that.

  Justin tore the driver’s door open and threw himself into the driving seat. Without looking at her or saying a word he started up the engine and reversed at speed down the long driveway. At the end he turned the car hard and drove away with the tyres squealing.

  ***

  It was packed when Merlon entered the club with his closest friend, Vigor. The music was loud, but not too loud to hold a conversation. They pushed their way through the crowd to the back of the room where there was a little more space. Merlon cursed himself for not going with his own wishes. He had really not wanted to go out tonight, but Vigor had persuaded him to.

  “It’s bloody full here tonight,” said Vigor. “All the tables are taken.”

  “Not for long,” murmured Merlon and used his telepathic powers to clear a table near them. The three young men sitting there got up and freed the table without knowing what was happening to them.

  Merlon and Vigor sat down and looked around. Vigor drummed on the table with his fingers. His eyes wandered around the room and rested on two young women standing in the corner looking across at them. He looked at them boldly from head to
foot and the women whispered to one another. They giggled and looked at him flirtatiously.

  Merlon followed his friend’s gaze and sighed.

  “You can’t stop yourself, can you?” he murmured quietly.

  “What else have we come here for? Tell me you wouldn’t like to take a shot. Both the little bunnies are pretty nice. I’d prefer the brunette. I like big breasts. – Oh, what the heck! You’re my friend. You can choose and I’ll take what’s left over. Aren’t I modest?”

  Merlon looked at him, irritated.

  “Neither of them are my type. Too tarty!” he decided. “You’re free to have them to yourself.”

  “What? Every woman that spreads her legs on the first night is tarty. So what’s your problem? Do you prefer playing the gentleman for three months before being permitted to sink your cock into her pussy?”

  “I’ve had enough of these one-night-stands,” declared Merlon decisively. “It makes me sick!”

  “Don’t tell me you’re looking for the right woman?” asked Vigor in shock. “You’re taking the piss, aren’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m looking. I just don’t want to carry on jumping from one bed to another. It isn’t making me happy. It’s like microwaved food!”

  Vigor made a derisive sound.

  “What’s wrong with microwaved food?” he moaned sullenly.

  Merlon murmured quietly and turned away. It had definitely been a mistake to come here – especially with Vigor. They had already been out on the town together so often, picking up women. Elves had a large libido and women of their kind were not so easy to get into bed, which was why they had made the human world into their hunting ground. Up to now that had been fine, but recently Merlon had felt more and more that it was no longer enough for him to have sex with just any woman. He wanted more. He was ready for a bride and he would certainly not find one here. He should look for a suitable mate in his kingdom of Amarantus instead of squandering his time here in this club.

  His eyes suddenly fell upon a red mane behind the bar. The woman was standing with her back to him, but the sight of her hair alone made him freeze in his chair. His pulse began to race.

  ‘Turn round!’ he commanded telepathically.

  He held his breath in anticipation, and as she slowly turned round he thought his heart had stopped beating. She was the most enchanting creature that he had ever laid his eyes on.

  ‘Mine!’

  “Put her right out of your mind!” said Vigor quietly, having followed his gaze. “She’s with the owner. A dodgy bloke. You don’t want to mess around with him.”

  Merlon gritted his teeth. She was his! He could feel it. She was the woman who would sit at his side when he succeeded his father on the throne. She should be the mother of his children. He wanted to wake up next to her every morning.

  “Did you not hear me? She is taken! Which part of that have you not understood?”

  “I’ll find a solution to the problem! She belongs with me. I know it!” answered Merlon stubbornly.

  Vigor rolled his eyes and groaned.

  “She is a human! And she is taken! I understand that you’re looking for something lasting but she is not for you. Let’s go, and tomorrow we’ll start looking for a nice elf girl for you. How does that sound?”

  “And I’m saying that you’re not listening properly! She belongs with me! Which part of that have younot understood?”

  Vigor raised his hands defensively.

  “OK. I’m sure your father will be delighted. I’ve tried to prevent you from doing something stupid, but hey! I’m not your wet nurse!”

  “Exactly. You’re not!” Merlon stated coldly.

  “So I’m off now, to have some fun. See you later!” said Vigor, getting up.

  Merlon grimaced as he watched the way his friend latched onto the two young women. The way they were flirting made him want to vomit. He could not believe that he had ever joined in with such things. But he had. He could not begin to count the number of women he had taken to his bed in this crass way. He made himself sick. This was an end to that now – especially as he had finally met his mate.

  Chapter 2

  Merlon clenched his fists as he watched the beautiful redhead leave the club through the back door, with a man. The bloke had to be the club owner that she was involved with. She was not wearing a wedding ring so at least she was not married. It was against the law to get involved with women who were bound according to human law.

  He looked at the big, broad-shouldered bloke that the sweet redhead was with. The man had long brown hair, tied back at his brawny neck. Merlon guessed that he was in his mid-forties, but he was still very fit. He was attractive – in a dangerous, cold way that a lot of women would probably find appealing.

  “I hope you know what you’re in store for tonight, Cherry,” Merlon heard the man bellow, and it took a lot of self-control for him to stop himself jumping at the man’s throat.

  “Justin, please. I know you’re not in a good mood today, but I …”

  Justin dug his huge hand into Cherry’s wonderful mane and brutally pulled her towards him. Cherry screamed in pain. Merlon uttered a threatening snarl – he was finding it very difficult to keep his inner beast in check. Justin stopped and looked round, but he could clearly not see Merlon who was hidden.

  “There’s some bloody mongrel running around in here. I’ll shoot him if I set eyes on him,” he said, and he pushed Cherry towards the yellow Ferrari parked under some trees.

  Merlon wanted to kill this man, but he knew that he was not permitted to do that. The only thing that he could do was temporarily snooker him. He concentrated his mental power and forced his way into the man’s consciousness.

  Justin clutched his head. His face contorted as if he were in pain, then he shook his head and turned to Cherry.

  “Get in, damn it!” he commanded her, and she obeyed.

  Merlon watched the Ferrari leave the yard and speed away. He was not at all happy about letting Cherry be driven away, but he was consoled a little by the fact that the blackguard could not do her any harm. Every time Justin tried to hurt Cherry he would get an excruciating headache. For now that was all Merlon could do to protect his mate. Somehow he had to get her away from this pig. He would have to think something up. Every day that his mate had to spend with this man was one day too many.

  ***

  Cherry was lying wide awake in bed next to Justin, staring at the ceiling. The neon sign on the building opposite was throwing colourful shadows onto the wall and ceiling. She could not sleep – she was too agitated. Justin had been about to assault her again, but had suddenly cried out and clutched his head. After that he had passed out and now he was sleeping next to her, snoring. But it was not her problems with Justin that were keeping her awake. Instead her mind was filled by a man that she had seen in the club.

  She had been cleaning glasses when she had suddenly felt as if someone was watching her. The urge to look round had suddenly become overwhelming and she had given in to this urge. Then she had seen him. His dark eyes had bored directly into hers and she had felt as if her heart had stopped beating. He was the most attractive man that she had ever seen – big and broad-shouldered with black, shoulder-length hair and an angular face. His eyes had been in the shadows so she could not see the colour of them. But she would bet on them being dark blue. It had been difficult to pull herself away from his gaze but she had managed it. Anything else would have been pure suicide. Justin would have first killed the man, and then her. He was very possessive and quick to flare up. It was better to give him no reason for jealousy.

  She sighed quietly. She must have lost her mind. Even if she set aside the fact that Justin would never let her go, she would definitely never enter into another relationship. She had sworn that to herself. If she did somehow free herself from Justin, she would never allow another man into her life. She would never again risk having someone hurt her. Cherry sighed again. What foolish thoughts. Jus
tin would never release her and he had an iron constitution. The only thing that could release her from him was if he were to have an accident or if someone were to kill him.

  Cherry closed her eyes and immediately saw the stranger before her again. A fluttering sensation spread through her belly and her nipples tingled. What sort of magic was making her feel so much for a man with whom she had not even exchanged a single word?

  ***

  “Two Bloody Marys,” Jim called to her, and Cherry set about mixing the drinks.

  “Here you go!”

  She put the drinks on a tray and Jim took it as he walked by, thanking her with a smile. Cherry watched him rush to the table of two middle-aged women who had ordered the drinks.

  She pushed a strand of her red hair out of her face. It was warm in the club and they had been flat out for three hours. She had barely stopped. Lost in her thoughts, she was polishing the freshly-washed glasses when she suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her belly. Cherry stopped in the middle of her work and raised her eyes towards the door. Her hands began to shake slightly and she nearly dropped the glass that she was holding. It was him again! He was just coming through the door and his gaze fell upon her. He was looking right into her eyes. Her heart leapt.