The Dancing

Our mother was the first one to hug the couple after her we all take turns congratulating the happy couple. I threw my arms around Diana.

“I told you, he was just worried about the proposal.” I said and hugged Diana again. August surprised all of us and I am glad he did. He made the right choice, fairly the best choice he could made in his life.

“Yes, I shouldn’t be thinking that much about at the first place.”  Diana half sobbed half giggled. I am so happy for her.

“Hello beautiful ladies.” August slipped his right hand in Diana’s waist and stand beside her. “I hope you both are okay with the current status of your relationship.” He smiled his full dazzling smile and I mirrored his.

The waiter out of nowhere came holding a bottle of champagne which he proceeds to open with an understated flourish.

Our father holds his glass aloft to make a toast. We all raised ours.

“To my dear son, August and his beautiful mate, Diana- congratulations.”

We all sip and well, I glug. It tastes so good I reminded of the first time me and… him drank. And after our kiss in the car.  Why the hell am I remembering these things now? I shake my head. I have to take care of my shit.

“Show me your ring.” I raise my voice over the continuous chatter of the crowd. Diana beams at me and holds her hand up. The ring was exquisite, a single huge solitaire with the tiny diamonds on the either side of it. It cries royalty.

“It’s beautiful.” All I could mutter.

She nods in delight and reaching over, tangle her hand with August’s. he turns to look at her and kissed behind her ear not before saying something incoherently, only for her to hear.

Diana blushed for the hundredth time and I don’t want to know what my dear brother said to her.

“Come, I want you to see someone.” With that August took her hand in his and left me alone. I shake my head and started walking to the counter.

“One martini please.” I ordered the same waiter who bought us champagne and waited around. He looked surprised as he noticed my glass was empty. yeah yeah. It’s my third already, get over it. He nodded anyways.

I looked around myself. For some reason, my wolf and I was again restless as if something was going to happen. Not in a bad way though. But I can feel it.

“Did I tell you, you looked breath-taking in this dress.” Dumeny's voice interrupted my internal turmoil. He walked closely and sat beside me on the next vacant seat. He looked handsome as well in his black tux.

“Oh, thank you. you are not half bad yourself.” I could only mutter. His eyes scanned me from head to toe and stopped on my cleavage, not before lingering some more on my exposed thigh. I feel a little self- conscious about my dress.

The waiter arrived with two drinks. “Here what the madame asked.” He placed the drink in front of me. “Here, your drink sir.” He said to Dumeny and he nodded. When did he ordered?

As if knowing what was going inside my head he smirked and it was not a smirk coming from the regular funny-intelligent-Dumeny. It was more than just a smirk.

“I know you will come here asking for a drink, I already ordered what you asked him.” he said too fond of himself and I don’t know if I could talk to the flirty Dumeny. Smart Dumeny is fun, flirty Dumeny? I don’t know if I have seen him like that.

“Well, thank you.” I tried to take off but he had another plan and before I could stand, he turned so that our knees were locked. Dumeny smiled and again there it was.

“No, no need to thank me.” he touched my forehead with his free hand and trailed his fingertip all the way to my cheek. All of a sudden, the sound of slow and musical tunes filed the room and I know what he was up to.

“You can dance with me.” I don’t know if he asked or tell me but this time, he smiled his full-blown smile with hope in his eyes. I don’t want to ruin that.

“Okay, but only one dance.” I said and he looked as if he didn’t believe himself what he listened.

The music changed in seconds, it was like all fast but gentle at one second and slow and romantic at another. A voice of a woman singing in the background filled the area and all the people starts dancing closely.

August and Diana were already lost in themselves and so does my parents.

“Dance with me.” Dumeny whispered and pulled me towards him by my hand. I looked up at him impassively, saying nothing. He takes his hands and slowly put them behind his neck and started moving.

He smiled his dazzling smile again and I raised my eye-brows. I know Dumeny like to throw big parties and dancing was an integral part of them. he sure knows how to dance.

Suddenly, he grips my wrists again and pulled me flushed against him, pinning me against his strong chest.

“You don’t know how to dance? Too bad, there is something a big bad alpha couldn’t do?” He said, his voice taunting and challenging.

“I know what you are doing and trust me, you are succeeding Mr. El-count.” I addressed him by his surname and he knows the challenge was accepted because the next moment he smirked and released my hands not before turning me so that my back was against his strong muscular chest.

“Lets’ dance then.” He growls closed to my ear as he rolled his hips around into me. I could do nothing but to follow him, his hands follow mine against my backside.

It was like he was controlling me and yet giving me all the liberty at the same time. The songs changed many times and we lost the count. I know he danced well but oh my… he really got some moves.

All the time, he kept me close, not letting me go, but his hands gradually relaxes with every passing song changes.

He turned me and this time his eyes were different. The fire in his eyes slowly changes, evolved into something else, something darker, something hotter. I tried to have the touch with the reality but his eyes were not helping. I follow his moves slowly, my legs as if they have the direct hotline with his legs. They were not listening to me.

He sensually danced with me in time to the pulsating beat of the music.

“I am surprised, you are really keeping up to me.” he breathed.

“Oh why? I am full of surprises.”

With that he grabs my hand and spins me first one way, then another and I lost count because in the next second I was in his arms and the whole crowd was cheering, spontaneous applause, cheering and whooping. Dumeny released me and started clapping himself.

Then, I don’t know if it was the third glass of champagne or the fact that I was lonely because the very next second, my lips were on his.