Hunter On The Loose
Secretary Eric's POV
This is my chance!
She refuses to participate in the festivities surrounding the birth of the Crown Princes, Jasper's sons. Jealousy is smeared all over her face. Jealous of her sister's happiness. This false cat I am going to tame, I have great plans for her. She has nothing to fear, in not too long, she will upgrade from an extended to a close Royal family member. Maybe not at her sister's rank, but she will not be insignificant at all.
I keep in the background and follow her with my eyes.
She previously did not join her family in attending the Kings and Queen's reception. When the commotion broke out in the banquet hall, she just numbly walked into the garden. She had absolutely no interest in her sister's crying that could be heard. Perfect timing. I kick out my cigarette and follow her. She sits down on a garden bench, cursing and swearing as she clenches her fists. "My lady, is something bothering you?" I ask as I approach her leisurely. She startles when she hears my words and looks in my direction. When she recognizes me, she jumps up. "Secretary Eric!" she exclaims, surprised. "No, I'm getting some fresh air. It all got too crowded inside," she lies.
With my hands in my pockets, I stroll closer.
She obviously fears that I have heard her curses. "Did you? Remember that I am a Lycan and can smell a lie miles away," I remind her. She flinches but tries to maintain an indifferent attitude. I release a little extra of my Royal authority over her. With trembling lips, she bows her head. I grab her chin between two fingers and bring my face closer to hers. I study it for a few seconds before making my plan clear to her. "You're going to be my mate. It's better you forget Jasper, he belongs with the Queen. There's nothing more to change that," I lecture her dryly. "Tonight, we mate and mark each other. After that, you will stay with me forever". She is a mere werewolf and cannot pass under my authority.
As if in a trance, she nods.
"Come, we will go to my apartment. Now that the family's focus is elsewhere, we have plenty of time to get to know each other better". I take her hand and lead her to the elevator. Willingly, she follows me. But as I press the button to set the elevator in motion, my mate's scent infiltrates my nostrils. It is emphatic in the enclosed space. But after my rejection, it barely affects me. It's like the scent of a familiar person, but not from a mate with a pull. I breathe a sigh of relief, nothing is left of that worthless mate bond and that's exactly what I need. But then, strangely enough, Ralph's scent is also present here. From the mix of it, I conclude that this loser drank himself to death after allowing Jasper to push him into the background. Ooohh well, the elevator is used by everyone who lives on the upper floors, so I guess it's a coincidence.
Slowly I pull Rachel into my arms.
She doesn't resist me but continues to stare at me expressionlessly. Her body feels soft and her sexy curves fit perfectly in my arms. I slowly caress her back to get her used to my touch. She sighs satiated, closes her eyes and finally leans against my chest. She is probably tired from her pursuit of Jasper, his constant rejection and hearing his endless declarations of love to her sister. She realizes now that she is better off moving on with me. Still perfect.
I press a few brief kisses to her lips, but she would have none of that. In an instant she captures my mouth, biting my bottom lip to get me to part them. I smiled at her audacity and this was the opportunity she was looking forward to. She grabs my shoulders, pressing her hot body against mine and deepening the kiss. Groaning with pleasure, I push her closer and take in our tongues.
The elevator doors slide open, but I am unwilling to disengage from her.
While kissing, we get off. We stumble toward my apartment, my hands groping her big breasts and ass. Goodness, my instinct was right, she is perfect for me, hot and all. Her hand is in my pants, she caresses my member, which responds to her in a rapid tempo. If she is as hot in bed, I predict a life in paradise for myself.
Thank God for advanced technology and not having to dig in my pocket for keys.
I push her against French doors and quickly do the finger unlock. The door opens and I fetch in my mate bridal style. I set her on the kitchen island and pull her blouse and bra off her head in one fluid motion. Her full breasts leap freely into my face and I need no other invitation. I fill my mouth with her gems as I undo the band of her pants. Of necessity, I put her back on her feet and pull down her pants and underwear in one tug. I don't want to waste any time. When she is back on the island, I spread her legs and push her back.
And that's where my fun begins.
I eat her out, the more she screams with pleasure, the more my tongue does the magic. My hands knead her nipples and I push her legs up so that her core is fully at my disposal. She goes crazy with desire, orgasms following each other in short intervals. She is ready for me, utterly groggy from this intense foreplay. I pick her up and carry her to my waiting bed.
"Please, be gentle," I hear her whisper as I hang above her, ready to take our lust to the next level. I stiffen in my acts. Where have I heard this before? "What?" I ask her, confused. "I'm a virgin, this is my first time," she whispers, embarrassed. I roll my eyes.
Moon Goddess!
Why do you send these virgins my way? I fucked so many she-wolves, taught them the tricks of mating, now why don't I get to enjoy the fruits of other people's lessons! Well, nothing left to do, there's no turning back. I've already made up my mind. I caress and kiss her again until she relaxes. I push her thighs wide open and with a smooth thrust, I'm balls deep in her core....
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