kidnapped by the lycan

Chapter two

"Do you want to dance?" I asked him. He shrugged and mumbled,

"I'm not good at it."

I grinned at him and said, "I'll manage with whatever you've got. What's a party without dancing?" He gave me a slight shrug and followed me to the dance floor, which was teeming with dancers.

I held onto him with one hand and the other clutching my bottle, and still managed to sling it around his shoulders. He put his arms around my waist and I liked the warmth from his body.

I held him closer, feeling his skin against mine as we moved slowly to the loud beat. I suddenly wanted him to touch me intimately, a yearning that was beyond my natural self, so strong and overpowering. And he seemed to have felt the same, reacting to that need as if by telepathy.

He splayed his fingers on the small of my back, nudging me close and tight to his frame.

We couldn't get closer than that on the dance floor. I brushed my face against his, seeking a kiss, shocking my normally reserved self. He brushed his lips on my chin and cheek, avoiding my mouth. I sighed and sagged on him, and he held me.

Then, the light and the music went off completely in the entire hall, leaving us in total darkness. People gasped and some whooped. In that moment, Michael's mouth took mine in a hurried but passion-racked kiss, and I yielded at once.

His hand toured my body, and his mouth ravished my mouth and neck while his hands pressed against my cleavage and down my butt. He intoxicated me more than the wine.

In that darkness, Michael touched me intimately without seeming vulgar, and I wanted more. I wanted to go to bed with him that instant, to completely give myself to him.

"f**k what is wrong with me?," I cursed feeling like a cheap slut who had shamelessly thrown herself at a hot stranger.

"What did you do to me?," I asked Michael with a sheepish smile, "I'm usually not thus forthcoming with men, it feels like we have known each other,"

"Almost like we are Fated Mates don't you think?," Michael let a smile that had my knees wobbling for balance, gosh how can he be so freaking hot.

The dizzying spin of the dance floor blurred into a kaleidoscope of light and sound, a warped reflection of the chaos swirling inside me. My grip tightened on his arm, grounding me for a fleeting moment before the power surged back on, plunging us into jarring reality.

The drunk guy materialized from the shadows, his accusatory stare a harsh contrast to the lingering warmth of Michael's touch. My fingers loosened reluctantly, a phantom heat lingering on my skin.

"You said you didn't want to dance," the drunk slurred, his voice thick with indignation. "I asked you first. We are together."

"We are not together," I spat back, my voice sharper than I intended. "I don't even know you."

His face contorted with childish rage, and he stomped off like a petulant toddler denied his lollipop. I watched him go, a strange mixture of relief and disappointment settling in my chest.

"What a jerk," I muttered.

Michael led me back to the bar, my legs still shaky, my breath shallow. A primal need pulsed within me, a craving for the intoxicating oblivion I'd tasted on the dance floor.

I reached for the familiar comfort of the amber liquid, gulping down the fire that chased away the lingering echoes of magic.

I didn't want clarity yet. I wanted the boldness, the reckless abandon that had propelled me into this unexpected adventure. To lose it now would send me hurtling back to the self-pitying abyss I'd crawled out of. The empty bottle was a silent testament to my desperate defiance.

"More drink?" His voice broke through my haze.

"Just a little," I got up and returned with a full glass of brandy. I took two quick swallows and endured the burn.

"It's like you are trying to forget everything tonight," he observed. "Or do something drastic."

"Just want to enjoy myself.' I pointed a thumb to the dance floor. "Should we go back there?"

He shook his head, pulling me away with a gentle firmness that sent a shiver down my spine. "I don't want to have you on the floor. I almost did."

His words were a double-edged sword, igniting both fear and desire. "Can we go somewhere else then?" The question escaped my lips before I could stop it, a wild impulse fueled by the potent cocktail of alcohol and attraction.

He looked at me, his gaze searching, and I wondered if he saw the same madness in my eyes that I felt in my bones. Then, he checked his watch and muttered something about an important meeting.

Disappointment gnawed at me, sharp and unexpected. This whirlwind of an encounter, unlike anything I'd ever known, was being cut short. I waited for him to ask for my number, for any hint of continuation, but it never came.

He simply turned and walked away, melting into the throng of dancers, leaving me with the echo of his touch and the lingering taste of possibility on my lips. I sighed, the alcohol a sweet balm on the sting of his abrupt departure.

I saw his wallet lying there and realized it must have dropped out of his pocket when he slid off the stool. On impulse, I picked up the wallet and went after him. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I could have waited to locate him later, but I had to see him again now.

I thanked God for this wallet. Yes, the party wouldn't be interesting for me without him. Michael had done something to me within those few minutes that no man had ever given me all my life. He was all that mattered then. It was like he had robbed me of my heart.

Outside the hall, I looked around and saw a couple leaning on a car and in a tight embrace among the parked cars. They were young and trendy, just like most people at the party. I asked the smooching couple if they saw a man in a leather jacket.

"He went that way," the lady told me in a smoky voice, and the man smiled dreamily at me as they both pointed out the gate. I thought they were weird. Everybody at the party seemed weird.

Everyone was either dancing, smooching, or smiling dreamily, and they were all dressed in a similar fashion, dark casuals and lots of eyeliner, both in men and women.

The streetlights outside the gate weren't working, and the area looked too dark in contrast with where I stood, as the party hall was lit up with security floodlights. I sighted him where he stood, seemingly waiting for transport, and my heart did a summersault.

He was so cute. I imagined spending the rest of the night with him. In a cuddle. Lovemaking probably. I didn't mind a one-night stand with him. No one would know, except for him and me, of course.

It was close to 1 a.m. and taxis were scarce. No cars were in sight, and the big building where the party was at stood at the end of the road, bordered by a large expanse of undeveloped bush stretching toward some hills beyond it.

Most of the houses on the street were new, uncompleted, and unoccupied. I walked up to Michael and put on a woman-of-the-world seductive smile.

The booze was working overtime. "You have to book a ride," I said to him.

He whipped around to look at me, seeming shocked to hear me. I smiled and said, "You dropped your wallet, Michael."