Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Zenovia

“Hey, where had you disappeared to?” Harry asked when I returned to our spot.

“I even tried calling you, but you did not receive my call,” Harry added, as I tried not looking in the direction where Callahan and Cynthia were making out.

“I…I just thought I saw someone I know.” I gave him the half-truth.

However, he immediately grew alert. “You did? Where is he or she?”

I shook my head, “That is not the person I thought him to be, so let it go”

Harry gave me a look of concern but otherwise just shrugged. “Well, as far as you are okay, I don’t mind.”

He looked at my drink, which was still untouched. “Okay, let that glass go. You have been holding it for almost an hour without taking a sip. You don’t have to”

He added with a laugh, but I looked at the drink and gulped it down in one go. Harry threw me an amazed look.

“Woah, what has gotten into you?” He asked, but I only smiled at him innocently, batting my eyelashes.

“You wanted me to loosen up a little, right? I am loosening up,” I said and even from the mask I saw the way he was confused by the sudden change in my behavior.

I was too, but I did not care at this point. I simply wanted to forget Callahan tonight.

I made a face and looked at the glass. “This drink was so boring. Let us drink something nice”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “You told me you don’t drink, girl”

I nodded my head. “Change of plans, let us drink something stronger”

Saying so, I grabbed his hand and began dragging him towards the drinks counter. After reaching it, I pushed myself up on the stool and looked at the bartender.

“How may I help you, miss?”

He asked, and I smiled at him, “Knock me off”

The bartender gave me a devious smile and began preparing the drink. I watched in excitement as he threw the shaker up in the air, caught it in his hand, and then poured it into the glass along with some cubes of ice.

“There you go”

He said, and I took the glass in my hand. “Hey, stop.”

Harry spoke, but I closed my eyes, held my nose with my index finger and thumb, and downed it in one go.

The drink sent a tingling sensation straight up my head, making me feel warm and fuzzy.

“Again” I slammed my hand on the table and the bartender smiled, “Are you sure, miss?”

I nodded my head while Harry got on a stool beside me and answered on my behalf.

“I believe the lady is ready to let herself loose”

I chuckled at that, and my gaze inad

To my horror, Cynthia was now sitting in his

to the corner where I had seen Callahan and Cynthia.

and her hair was on his face. They were definitely making out.

Annoyed with myself, that it still bothered me, I did not even keep track of the drinks I was having.

Around the fourth or fifth one, Harry stopped the bartender from giving me any.

“Okay enough. You are drunk”

I chuckled at that. “Who? Me? I am a good girl, I don’t drink”

Harry got up from the stool and shook his head. “Okay, enough now. Come, let us go. I want you to meet someone

He said and pulled me up from the stool.

“Who?” I asked, and he smiled. “A friend. He wants to meet you.”

I tilted my head. “Which friend and where is he?”

Harry let out a sigh. “I should never let you drink so much again. Now come on.”

He tugged at my hand, but I did not budge. Instead, I dragged him towards the dance floor.

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“No, let us go dance”

Harry shook his head. “Party is over, Zenovia. Let us go!”

But I was insistent. “No, come dance with me. And get your friend here too. We all can dance”

I said as I went further towards the dancing crowd, letting go of my hold over his hand.

The DJ changed the music to a peppy beat, and I began to dance as if nobody was watching.

The drinks made me feel light-headed and the pain in my leg was suddenly gone. My whole body felt as if it was made of air and that I was floating, drifting to some dreamland.

All around me, people were dancing while I grooved and danced like there was no tomorrow. I bumped into a young man who was dancing with his friends and he gave me a smile and began grooving with me.

I smiled and started dancing with him as he matched my steps. “Are you alone?”

He asked, and I shook my head, “Not really. But my friend doesn’t like to dance”

“Well, I like to,” He said and stepped closer, and 1 let him. Soon, his hands rested on my waist and we began dancing to the rhythm.

I felt as if I was dancing on the clouds, my body moving like a feather.

“You dance nice,” He commented and pulled me closer. His hand was beginning to slide lower, but then somebody turned me around and I was slammed into a cold hard wall of muscle.

I gulped to see the golden eyes staring at me through the mask.

I knew those eyes, but my brain just could not remember who exactly it was. Maybe, I was utterly wasted. But my body

reacted to his touch.

His hands pulled me close, and I went into his embrace like a moth to a flame. The other guy tried to dance with me again, but the man dancing with me glared at him and pushed him away.

The guy joined his friends in dancing while the golden eyed man placed his hands on my waist.

“Do I know you?” I asked as one of his hands rested on my waist while the other traveled down my elbow to intertwine his fingers with mine.

“Not completely,” He answered and his voice did things to me, odd, delicious things.

His touch ignited something primal inside of me and I let him twirl and turn me as he took control of the dance and of everything else.

The entire bar and my worries disappeared into thin air as I danced with the sexy hunk. I was reminded of my dance with Callahan at the ball a few days ago, when he had danced with me in a slow tune.

But this was different, this was fast, this was frenzied, and this was sexy as hell. His hands traveled down from my waist to my butt and he gently squeezed it, making me moan.

And then something erupted within me. I looked at him, really looked at him, and it was as if a switch was turned on.

“Callahan,” I breathed as he slamned my body

soul.

He neither denied that name nor agreed to be him. But I saw the golden eyes boring into my eyes, reaching my very

He raised my hand and twirled me, making me spin at a dizzying speed. The lights around me looked blurry, everything looked hazy, as the music suddenly sounded dull against the sound of my raging heartbeat.

I had not really paid attention to his clothes and how well they fit him, how the top button of his shirt was open, giving me a delicious view of his chiseled chest or how his fingers ignited a spark inside of me, every time they brushed my skin, making me shiver.

This.

-I wanted this.

All of this and much more. My body, my mind, my wolf….everything wanted him, his touch, and loved the feeling it evoked inside of me.

This was the second tirne I was dancing with him, but unlike the ball where I was guarded and aware of every gaze on me, I truly let myself loose.

My hands reached for his shirt and I tugged at his collar, pulling him close as the scent of his cologne wafted towards me. His scent was just like him- dark and invigorating. I felt myself craving for him and my mouth watered at the scent, at what his body was doing to me, and wanted to claw his clothes out.

And I’must have tried ripping his shirt apart, for he swiftly took hold of my hands and put them away from his shirt.

“Not now, you still have to finish your job”

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We were dancing, and he had yet to touch me anywhere except my waist. Why was that?

Feeling annoyed, I tried to shake off his hold, but he maintained an iron grip on me. He lowered his face as heat rushed to my cheeks when he brought his lips near my ears.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked as his breath tickled my skin, making the loose strands of hair brush against my cheek.

He pushed the strands away, tucking them behind my car, and whispered.

“Just reminding you that you are mine, little lamb…”

A shiver of pleasure rippled through me as he said those words and the way his lips brushed against my earlobe, making my core ache for him.

Just why did he have this effect on me?

While I wondered about it, he leaned in just a little and I felt his tongue flick over my ear, sending another wave of pleasure that shot through every single nerve, followed by his teeth that softly bit into my earlobe, making me moan.

“…just mine.”

He said, and I shut my eyes due to the bolt of pleasure making me giddy as I tried to stop my knees from wobbling.

I stayed like that just for a while, waiting for him to say more, do more, but there was nothing. And when I opened my eyes, he was gone.