A Kiss For Your Freedom

He approaches me and kisses me quickly, it's almost as if we're used to this kind of contact. If it wasn't for my buddy waiting for me on stage, I can guarantee you I'd have taken you back to my room by now. ~ Very good plan for the rest of the evening. I might even be tempted to keep the disguise. The music swells to bring us back to reality. It's a big first for me, but I recognize the music and my body quickly picks up the dance steps I'd almost forgotten. Dorian has lit those torches and is juggling deftly as I sway, playing along and having fun. POV Jason I didn’t want to come here, but even my Alpha pushed me, which just goes to show how much I need to decompress. I kn¢ this festival well. I've been here with him many times in the past. When we just needed to escape our responsibilities for few days. The music's too loud, it's too crowded and on top of that, I've been feeling something strange ever since I arrived. In shor 'm in a bad mood and just want to go home. Another wolf accompanies me, obviously I'm not the only one they want to keep away from the pack for a few days. I let him go off on his own as I begin to wander through the scenes. It's already dark, and I've done everything I could to delay our departure. Three quarters of the participants are already quite tipsy, dancing like there's no tomorrow. I walk for a long time, avoidir the overly expressive festival-goers, and suddenly, as more Latin music reaches my ears, the smell hits me hard. This can't be happening. It can't be. Not her. Not here. Without even realizing it, I turn towards the stage and discover her dancing, smiling. In the moment, my heart stops beating for a second or two, and then I realize that she’s hardly wearing anything at all, and that every man in the audience sees her in that outfit. All the other girls are dressed like her and yet I feel as if I'm looking at her, her and only her. When I've done everything t forget her. When I've done everything to keep her away from me. The music stops and another begins. It moves closer to a man handing torches to another person. I don't like the way he looks at her at all, and even less the way she smiles at him. But to tell the truth, what I hate even more is the way he puts those hands on her as they start to dance. What does he think, that she belongs to him? My body moves on its own and I step forward into the crowd. I need to see her, closer, just a little closer. My Wolf is gettin restless, this guy is also a Wolf and yet, sensing me approaching, he doesn't even turn around, as if she’s the only one wh matters. It's impossible, she’s mine, ours,” growls my Wolf, “even if we had to take her away, even if I hurt her, she’s still ours, only ours. By the time I get to the front of the stage, the music has changed again, becoming much more suave. By the look of them, I can already tell they're much too close, much too close. He spins her in his arms and I can see the marks on her upper shoulders. This is new, a year ago she didn't have any tattoos. Then his gaze meets mine and immediately her whole body tenses as she stops her movements. He puts his hand on her back and she starts dancing again, for him, against him, avoiding looking at me at all costs. And when the music ends, he pulls her behind the curtain. I take my turn and find them after a few minutes. I plant myse in front of her before looking at this Wolf from head to toe. I don't know what she sees in him, but there's nothing exceptional about him. - Can I have a dance too," I say, moving closer to her. - Not a chance,” she replies, taking a step back. Get out of my sight. - Hello to you too, Emma. - That's it, yeah. This guy starts pulling her by the hand, he wants to get her away from me, he wants her all to himself. - Wait,” I say, grabbing her arm. Can we talk? - Are you kidding me? I remember your last words to me very well. So now I'm going to go and have some fun. As I recall, you have a highly developed sense of smell, don't you? Well, believe me, whatever you can smell, it's certainly not you who's making me feel it. Forget about me, like you asked me to do for you. She slips out of my grip as he grabs her waist. From her smile, I can see that this Wolf is more than satisfied with his little effect, while mine is screaming at me that I've really been a jerk. She leaves without looking back, without looking at me, and he's the one who's going to enjoy it. Because she’s right, I smelled her scent, the scent of excitement, and it wasn't fc me, it was for him. Now that I know she's here and another Wolf dares to lay his hands on her, this festival has taken on a whole new meanir There's no way I'm giving up on her, she’s mine! POV Emma I can't believe it. A year without seeing him again and the first weekend 1 allow myself, I have to run into him. I can’t seem to escape him. It was my playtime, my weekend, my breath of fresh air, and he’s just ruined it all by his mere presence. I'l take you out for a drink," Dorian suggests. - I'm sorry about this. I'm even sorrier that you had to witness that wretched scene. - Don't worry, darling, if you like, I can offer you my services as a private bodyguard. - It's a tempting offer, but I can’t guarantee that I won't use my position as boss to force you into my bed. If you're also offering me benefits in kind, I'l take the job straight away. - You've got the job then,” I laugh. It's amazing the effect he has on me, the ability he has to relax me with a simple phrase. - Let's have that drink and we'll talk about the terms of your future contract. - 50 let's go for a drink. We make our way to a booth where I let him order for both of us. I see my friend a little further on, busy with the bartend from the other night. She hadn't told me he was coming, so I guess it's a bit more serious than she'd led me to believe. I don't want to go and see her, after all, she’s entitled to a bit of fun too. He hands me a glass and before I can bring it to my lips, he surprises me with a kiss. He's really not like other guys. Nothing forces him to be so gentle and attentive towards me, yet I get the impression that he's not forcing himself; on the contrary, he seems to be doing it all naturally, a if a current were flowing between the two of us. I let myself go, 1 like the way he behaves with me and when he leaves my lips, we both toast before drinking our glass. He manages to make me forget the rest, he manages to make me forget him, even more so when he lures me into his room and the door closes behind us. When 1 open my eyes, the sun is already high in the sky and Dorian is slowly caressing the small of my back. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin makes me shiver. He moves slightly closer and places his lips on my shoulder before saying, - Bonjour ma belle. - Good morning, handsome. - Sleep well? ~1 admit it wasn't the best part of the night. But yes, I slept well. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've slept so we ~ Well, to be honest, it's been a long time since I've slept so well myself. What do you say to a good breakfast, to get your strength back? - Are you ready to go again? ~1 wasn't going to put it that way, but just about. - So tell me, how would you have phrased it? - Do you want to spend the rest of the festival together? At the time, I'm a little surprised by his question, but I have to say it's tempting. This guy is gorgeous and I love the way h is with me. So why shouldn't I let myself go with him for a few days. 1 just freaked you out, didn't 1? His smile is almost sad, I don't like it. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him on the lips before answering, - You didn’t freak me out. Not at all, it just surprised me a little, in fact what surprises me most is that I want to spend these few days with you too. - Are you sure? - Of course. On the other hand, if you ask me to marry you, then yes, I panic. I swear, and no matter how hot, thoughtful and hot in bed you are, I guarantee I'll run away. ~1 promise I won't ask you to marry me. - Then we can spend these three days together, handsome. - What about breakfast? - I'm starving. We get dressed and leave the room for a room in the same building. There are dishes everywhere, croissants, pains au chocolat, brioche. I start to help myself before I see Melissa sitting at a table with the bartender. - Come on,” I say. I'll introduce you to my best friend. He follows me without question and we arrive at her table, surprising her. ~ There's still room or I can't even get in the way. - There's room. We both take our seats as I greet her boyfriend. - Emma,” I say, holding out my hand. - Grégory. I remember you. Best friend and last customer of the day. - Exactly. Dorian introduces himself and Melissa shakes his hand with a smile. We start chatting while eating until a long shiver rur down my spine. I sigh before I turn around. I know he’s there. His hand comes to rest on my shoulder, while Dorian’s rests on my thigh. - Hello Emma,” he says as I turn, shivering a little too much for my liking. -1 thought I'd made myself clear. Leave me. Go back. Forget about me. Just pretend you didn't see me. Believe me, Id lov to do the same, but for that to happen, you'd have to disappear and leave me alone,” I say loud and clear. He's ruining everything, just like last time. My heart squeezes as Dorian’s hand grips my thigh.

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