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 had seen her in the area. He wondered why he had only crossed paths 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 at him made Falkan hesitant to take a step as he felt something strange. A familiar vibe that he had seen her before, but he couldn'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 could 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 at her waist became a bit slack. The furrows on the wolf's forehead when he turned to look at her in the eye increased.

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

She felt for her surroundings and 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 with her schemes. Giving her first kiss to 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 more easily. He's not a lousy kisser either, 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, which 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 encircled both her arms around his neck to hold on. He had placed his boner so 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.

Melisca responded as she met his dry humping. She had closed her eyes to feel the pleasure for the moment while biting her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning.

Her body trembled as he kept the pace. Sweat trickled down her forehead. Her wavy hair hung to her one shoulder to give him easier access to the other side without the disturbance from her rich locks of dark brown strands.

She felt Falkan lowering her body. She groaned from the halted pleasure.

He chuckled, "Easy, we have all night." His breath in her ears sent goosebumps to her body.

Melisca had almost slipped on the ground for the pleasure of what he was doing which made her knees tremble. If he hadn't been holding her waist to steady her, she could have lost her balance, but she leaned her body forward for support.

He raised her one leg and rubbed his palm to the bare flesh of her thigh from behind. His lips went down to her neck to the collarbone, grazing his tongue to the exposed skin. His warm mouth left a trail of hot sensation.

Falkan brushed a finger up to the inside of her shorts by pushing aside the barrier of the cotton cloth.

As he was busy fishing her folds, Melisca reached up for something from her raised leg to the boots. When she had obtained the object in her hand, she encircled her other arm around his neck and rubbed a spot. She took off the cap of the item and injected him with the needle, pushing the liquid into his veins.

Who said she doesn't know how to inject a syringe? Years of being a bounty hunter made her deal with a bunch of criminals. From hiding rapists, escaping murderers, to tracing drug dealers.

When it comes to drug dealers, she had to know their system to get closer to them. Even having their products herself. So, she learned how to puff, inject, and use many kinds of drugs. There were some that she favoured for her body liked it, though the drugs don't stay in her bloodstream for long for her wolf blood would clear away the foreign content in her veins. Still, when she longed to have it again, she bought it herself.

Yes, she was after criminals, but only if they had a large bounty on their heads, otherwise she could care less about who she dealt with. Of course, she had to spend on her daily life, and it was the only job that suited her to her liking and paid big time.

She had stolen the injection from Lorna when she held her by the waist before giving the girl to the other wolf earlier. She had seen where she hid it and asking for one would seem impossible. So, instead, she snatched one from the girl unknowingly.

Falkan paused as his body went numb, his limbs gave up on him. He had fallen on his knees. Melisca yanked out the needle from his nape as she lay his limp body on the ground and leaned him on the wall.

He bore his wide gaze on her as he tried to speak out some words from his pressed lips.

"W-what.." He managed to form a word but his mouth shut up directly.

Her forehead knotted for some thought, why is he struggling to speak up when he's a pure-blooded wolf? Isn't the effect much lesser to them for they can heal faster?

"Don't worry, it won't kill you, well maybe, I'm not really sure. But for me, it doesn't affect me that much." She mumbled then moved her hand to get something again from her boots.

Melisca had bent her one knee on the ground before the slumped wolf. Knowing she didn't have enough time to waste, she presented her Gerber strongarm military knife, her favourite from among her other knives. She brought two weapons with her, the other on her left boots.

"Look closely at me."

Falkan could only move his eyeballs as his body went immobile. The woman he had lusted earlier and was putty in his hands had completely changed. He wondered if she was the same person he had kissed and pleasured just minutes ago. Her cold eyes now matched her voice. The same sultry yet the deadly edge in her tone didn't go unnoticed.

He could only stare at her face and witness what she was about to do for the time being as he couldn't defend himself from the scheming woman. What did she put in him? Why was his system not able to fix it sooner?

"Do I look familiar to you? Want me to help figure out your memory?" She stated as she brought her face closer and tugged at the hair to pull his head up. Bringing the knife to his open throat. He gulped as his eyes turned wide and blinked.

His mind went back to his earlier thoughts about Liz. He got it right, that he had seen her before, but where and when? Surely someone as strikingly gorgeous as her would be unforgettable.

Then his thought froze as his eyes almost went out of their sockets. Liz's dark eyes turned into a golden ring of the sun. She was a werewolf too! But, how had he not felt it? How possible was it? She had not worn any ring to hide her identity. Unless she is human also.

He whimpered when the sudden realization struck him. Falkan now recognized the woman staring maniacally at him, hungry for a kill, with her sharp knife against his throat.

She grinned at him, returning to her human eyes with a gleam of excitement for their reunion. Then she transferred the point of the knife against the wolf's chest, to his heart.

"Congratulations! You at last remembered. Long time no see, I'm Melisca Lorwey."

Yet, his hand finally moved up and gripped her weaponed fist.