Revenge of Eve - The Creator - Mystic book 1

The Touch - Eric's POV

Eric's Pov


I thought I felt a pang of regret when I see her scrawny figure fell to the floor. I almost want to reach out to protect her. How could she be my mate? She's so weak... So pale and she's not beautiful. Especially not when compared to my fiancé, Victoria. I mind link a servant from my pack to have my mate.. Or servant returned to her room or servant quarters.

I'm not gonna reject her though. I can't forget how pleasurable it is when I touched her. Every time i touch her, her skin would sent tingles of pleasure back to my fingertips and all over my body. I have to have her in my bed soon. I have to experience it at least once before I marry Victoria.

"Why? Ain't I enough for you?" Ugh. That high pitch belonging to Victoria jerks me back from my day dreaming.

"She's my mate. That feeling is different. I'm using her for pleasure." I explained.

"I can more for you! She's not fit. Remember your status!" She huffed angrily and walked away.

Peace at last, I turn back to my bed. My mate's scent is all over the place. Don't get me wrong, I don't love Victoria. In fact, I don't love anyone. True mates to me, are just pleasure, to help each other fall in love. But that ain't happening to me. I don't believe in love.

After hours of thinking and pondering over Eve, I decided to go look for her. When you found your mate, everywhere you go, mates' scent will lead you back to each other no matter where you are. Following that scent, I made my way to her room.

Halls and halls I went across. I didn't know there are so many stupid doors.
Finally reaching a door at the other end of the mansion, I stopped. I know she has to be in there.

I opened the door silently. Her room was dark. With just some light shining through a small window, I can barely see her face. Might as well. Or I won't be able to continue what I'm doing.

I traced my hand across her face, down to her neck, and to her collarbone. She moaned softly. thinking that she is awake, i looked at her face. She is still unconscious. I grinned. Girls will always be girls. She is just like other girl who throw themselves at me. And who knows how many guys she slept with? She is a servant for crying out loud. She must have served others before who could use her for pleasure.

I unbuttoned her blouse... Or rag, whatever you call it. At least she got the curves. Enough to excite me. I slid her skirt up and pulled down her panties. I kissed her hard on her lips and tightened my hold on her neck.

It's Funtime.

I spread her legs open.