In the end, he decided to do both. He didn’t think his prey would have gone into the nightclub, but he didn’t want to take the chance the werewolf hadn’t. Not really relishing the idea, Wulfric quickly stepped into the club. As he walked a little farther inside, the loud music played havoc with his sensitive hearing. Being a werewolf heightened his ability to hear and see in the dark. Given that fact, it was one of the reasons why he made a point of avoiding places like this nightclub.
Using his keen eyesight to search the dim interior, Wulfric swept the room with his gaze as he tried to filter out the myriad of scents, trying to find the one he’d followed, outside. It was almost damn near impossible. There were just too many here, which meant he’d have to walk among the mortals with the hope if he got close enough to the werewolf he’d be able to zero in on his scent once more.
Before Wulfric could take a step, his gaze landed on a woman who stood at one of the nearby tables, staring intently at him. She wore a snug-fitting skirt and a blouse that showed a fair amount of cleavage. His gaze dipped lower and he noticed—even though she couldn’t be any more than five foot four—her legs were long and toned. As she walked toward him, he took in her long, chestnut brown hair that fell around her shoulders and the sapphire blue eyes that seemed to focus totally on him.
Wulfric’s cock stirred, growing hard, the closer she came. He found her more than attractive. She was gorgeous, and as he stared at her lush lips, he wondered what they would taste like. He gave himself a mental shake, trying to clear his head. He had to stay focused. He had a job to do. The night was not his own, no matter how attracted he was to the woman.
But he still found himself rooted to the spot the closer she came. Once she stood in front of him, he let out a grunt of surprise when she rubbed up against him and cupped his cock with her hand, which grew even harder at her touch.
“Well, hello there,” she said as she gave him a sexy smile. “I’m Cydney. And who might you be?”
It vaguely registered that her accent sounded Canadian. Not really able to think too clearly with her hand on his dick, and all the blood in his body surging to that part of him, he said hoarsely, “Wulfric.”
She looked him up and down, but still kept a hold of his dick. “The name suits you. How about we go somewhere to get better acquainted? A part of you seems very interested.”
Cydney squeezed his cock, making him take a deep breath as he bit back a moan.
Her scent filled his lungs and swirled in his head, intoxicating him. His wolf threw back its head and howled in longing. Wulfric stiffened. No other woman had stirred his wolf until this woman, and he knew what that meant—it was one of the signs she was his mate.
He took another deep breath, unable to resist her scent. He also detected the strong smell of alcohol. Taking a closer look at her, Wulfric realized his would-be mate was a little intoxicated herself. That could explain her boldness.
Gently, he wrapped his hand around her small wrist and pulled her hand off his cock. Knowing what she could be to him, if he didn’t get some space between them, he was liable to embarrass himself by making a mess in his jeans.
Wulfric took a small step back. “I would love more than anything to take you up on your offer, Cydney, but it will have to be later. I have something to do right now.”
She looked from side to side. “Really? What? You don’t look particularly busy at the moment.”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Cydney licked her lips and pointedly looked him up and down again. “Well, you did find someone. You found me.”
He groaned to himself as his cock jerked inside his pants. A vivid image of her on her knees as her tongue circled the head of his dick flashed through his mind. He had to resist the pull she had over him. Besides having to continue to hunt his prey, Cydney wasn’t sober enough for him to do what he wanted to her. But then again, if she truly were his mate, and his wolf came to the surface while they made love, she wouldn’t be in any condition to notice. Wulfric savagely pushed that thought away. She wasn’t going to be a quick tumble in bed.
“Be that as it may, I still have to find this person. It’s important.” He let go of Cydney’s wrist and took another step back when she swayed closer. “But we can get together tomorrow, say in the afternoon sometime? Why don’t you give me your mobile number?”
She gave him a pouty look. “I don’t have my cell phone with me. I left it at home in Canada, since it wouldn’t work here. I’m staying with a friend and her family. I don’t remember their phone number offhand.”
He’d been right about the origin of her accent, after all. Wulfric looked over her head at the table where three other women watched them. He nodded in their direction.
“Is your friend over there?”
Cydney took a quick glance over her shoulder before she met his gaze again.
“Yeah, Maggie is over there.”
“Then how about we go to the table and I’ll ask for the number?”
She smiled. “Smart thinking.”
Wulfric sucked in a breath of pleasure that bordered on a moan as Cydney took hold of his hand, turned a little unsteadily and towed him toward the table where her friends sat. That small contact had his wolf whimpering, wanting to be even closer to her.
At the table, she turned to a woman with long, black hair. “Maggie, I need to give Wulfric here the phone number to your parents’ place. I can’t remember it.”
Maggie grinned. He pulled his hand free of Cydney’s and took out his mobile.
Maggie rattled off a string of numbers, which he entered in his address book. That done, he snapped the phone closed and stuck it back in his jeans’ front pocket.
“Thanks,” he said to Cydney’s friend. Glancing at the women at the table he gave them each a nod. He then turned to his would-be mate. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He went to leave, but Cydney stopped him. “Not so fast. I’ll walk you out.”
Wulfric didn’t have time to protest before she once again took hold of his hand and towed him toward the club’s entrance. Outside, she led him down the sidewalk to a dark corner of the building, in the opposite direction he had to go to try to pick up the werewolf’s trail again.
“What time should I—” He never got to finish his sentence. Cydney dropped his hand, and with a hard push, shoved him so his back landed against the club’s brick wall. Before he knew it, she was all over him. Standing on her tiptoes, she thrust her fingers through the sides of his hair and brought his mouth down to meet hers. Once their lips met, she kissed him hungrily, not waiting for him to respond before she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, begging for entrance.
Everything but the woman pressed up against him left his head. Wulfric wrapped his arms around her waist and held her even closer as he opened his mouth and sucked her tongue inside. The taste of her went straight to his head. He moaned.
Cydney’s grip on his hair tightened as she held his head exactly where he assumed she wanted it.
She deepened the kiss, sucking and nipping at his bottom lip. Washed away on a tide of arousal, it took Wulfric a few seconds to recognize the burning sensation on the tips of his fingers for what it was. His claws threatened to come out. He felt them just beneath the surface of his skin. Another sign Cydney was the woman meant for him. He continued to kiss her as he cracked open his eyes. His eyesight was keener, which meant his eyes had gone wolf, the iris taking up much of the white. He had to cool things down fast before she saw the change in them.