The Runaway Huntress

CHAPTER 23

     Falkan dragged Melisca out of the club. He planned to bring her to the nearest hotel to completely have his way with the most luscious woman he met tonight. It was his first time to have seen her in the area. He wondered why he had only crossed path with her now in the club.

     As they walked outside around the building, he held her by the waist, not wanting to let go of his human conquest for the night.

     "Where were you from? Why had I only met you tonight?" He inquired, somehow curious of the woman's whereabouts.

     "I've just returned to this town in the early night, after 9 years." Came her reply with a sultry voice. "Where are we going by the way?" Her turn to ask, glancing her eyes up to him.

      The shining black orbs that stared back to him, made Falkan hesitant to take a step as he felt something strange. A familiar vibe that he had seen her before, but he can't specify the scenario of their encounter in the past.

   He looked at her again, probably if he stared longer, he could identify the woman's face from his memory. She raised her eyes and met his gaze blatantly. He can smell the lust in her body but Melisca's bold dark pupils reminded him of a blackish-green obsidian stone that was formed by lava. Yet, the smooth, shiny surface felt cold to the touch.

        Melisca noticed his reluctant movement as he slowed down in walking. He had stared at her from time to time and his arms in her waist became a bit slacked. The furrows on the wolf's forehead when he turned to look at her in the eye increases.

      He was trying to figure her out. Maybe he had sensed something was amiss.

      She felt for her surroundings for anyone in their area, but the people were now inside the club. The muffled sound from the music only reached their ears.

      Melisca then pulled Falkan's head down to hers and met his mouth. She licked his bottom lip and pried it open. This is her only way of halting his figuring thoughts for she would help him later on.

      As of now, she had to proceed in her schemes. Giving her first kiss for the opposite sex to him, almost made her eyes roll to herself. Why save it when she could use her lips better for the mission? Instead of just pushing her cleavage, the lips could conceal everything easier. He's not a lousy kisser also, yet she would be giving him a kiss of death. Not bad for her first.

      She brushed her hand through his hair to deepen their lip entanglement. The wolf finally let her tongue in and he danced along with her pace. She hitched his shirt up and pressed her palms to the man's firm stomach muscles.

      He groaned and in one swift move, he turned the table around by changing their position and pushed her against the concrete wall of the building. The cold surface touched her back with a thud from the wolf's force. She almost let out a pained curse but his lips remained on hers that made her  unable to form a word.

      Falkan ravaged her lips as his hands roamed anywhere on her body. Caressing her bare thighs to kneading her hips, pushing his hard member against her stomach.

       Then he held her waist and heaved her body up from the ground, she automatically locked her legs behind his hips and encircle both her arms around his neck to hold on. He had placed his boner below her groin that she felt it brushing her folds, giving pressure to her tiny bud.

      A guttural moan escaped from her lips as she felt his tongue tickling her at the side of her neck. He moved his lower body, pushing her to the wall, she felt his large organ rubbing her clit and between her folds even through their items of clothing.