Page 13 of Mated to Fenrir
It didn't take us long to get set up on our lane, though I'd forgotten that when I'd suggested bowling that it would involve having to wear borrowed shoes.
"So, do you want to put Fenrir on the screen, or should I be putting some human name?" she asked, looking at me with a frown. "Maybe Frank?"
I snorted. "You think I look like a Frank?"
"Not at all. But all of the gods I've met have human names that are similar-sounding to their godly names."
"It's not really an issue for the Norse gods. People use our names for pets all the time, so it's not that weird to have someone called by my name. I just use Fenrir."
"Fenrir it is." She tapped the screen, making it appear with her name above it. I had to admit that they looked good together, even if there was no reason for that to be the case other than my wolf wanting to make a mate bond with her. "Now, I'm going to warn you, I've not been bowling since I was thirteen, and I wasn't very good at it then."
I laughed. "I last went bowling in the nineties, so it's been a while."
"Who did you go with?" she asked curiously.
"Some friends," I responded. "No one of interest."
"Ah."
"I did have a potential fated mate around that time, but we quickly knew that it wasn't going to work."
"How?" she asked curiously.
"She thought that the bond was enough and just wanted to jump straight into bed," I said.
She gave me a curious look. "Is that not your thing?"
"Oh, it's my thing," I assured her. "But rushing it is not. Especially when there's a risk of accidentally sealing the mating bond."
Her hand reached to her neck, and I knew exactly what she was thinking about. My wolf responded immediately to my own thoughts of claiming her.
He went even more feral at the thought of her biting me. That wouldn't just be her accepting me, it would be her claiming me, and choosing that she wanted the two of us to be mates.
I cleared my throat. It was better if Ididn'tthink about what that would mean, it would only make it harder to focus on everything else.
Delia grabbed a hair tie from her bag and put her hair up in a ponytail before heading over to the bowling balls and making her selection. There was an adorable expression on her face as she tried out a couple of them, eventually taking an orange one over to the lane.
There was no tearing my gaze away from her as she moved, especially when the way she rolled the ball drew attention to her ass.
She turned around and caught me looking. "Like what you see?"
I chuckled uncomfortably and rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry."
She shrugged. "It's fine. I mean, I know that your wolf is responding to me. It makes sense that other parts of you are too."
"I don't want you to think that's the only thing I'm interested in," I murmured.
"I don't." She headed over to the balls and picked up another one. "You wouldn't have suggested a date like this if you were just interested in getting me into bed." She smiled, which lit up her face in a delightful way. She headed back to the bowling lane, swaying her hips in a way that made me think that she was doing it on purpose. Maybe this was the wrong date after all.
The ball knocked over several pins, and she shrugged. "Could be worse."
"You're doing better than I'm about to," I responded.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Watch me."
"You're not allowed to do badly just because you're trying to prove a point," she teased.
