Page 4 of Mated to Fenrir
"Starting to rethink your game with Kuk?" I teased.
She laughed. "Not at all."
I smiled and drank some of my champagne, feeling the bubbles bound around in my stomach. As expected, it did very little to quell the feelings coming from my wolf, and I found myself searching the crowd around us for the mysterious man who had made her respond like that.
I wasn't even sure what I was going to do if I found him. My wolf certainly had a few ideas, but I wanted to make sure I steered clear. After the disaster that had been my relationship with Todd, it was better if I didn't have to deal with another potential mate bond.
I was going to stay single.
I was another two glasses of champagne in when Chelsea dragged me onto the dance floor. She threw her hands up, making me smile and realise that the best way to forget my current train of thought was to give in to the music and dance.
The beat flowed through me along with the happy fuzziness that came from the champagne. I knew I was at my drinkinglimit, but that didn't stop the feeling of freedom that came with having it in my blood.
The song changed, and my wolf became alert. Or more alert than she already had been. I turned to find myself looking into the same dark blue eyes as earlier.
Without meaning to, I stepped closer. It was hard to think straight when my inner wolf wanted to be the one in control. She seemed to be convinced that the man opposite me was someone important.
That he was my mate.
And a part of me believed her, but there was also doubt in my mind. I'd spent so long actively searching for my mate and now he'd just shown up without any prompting? It made no sense.
Neither of us said anything as he closed the gap between us, making it clear that weweredancing together. He placed a hand on my hip, sending a thrill through me that had nothing to do with anything I'd been drinking.
Within me, my wolf was doing some kind of happy dance, no doubt feeling like she was winning in her determination to find my fated mate.
Perhaps she was right. Maybe it wouldn't be theworstthing to see where this kind of connection could go. After all, fate knew what it was doing most of the time.
I carried on dancing with him despite my reservations, enjoying the way his hand felt on my hip.
"Who are you?" he asked, his low voice rumbling through me in the most delightful way, even over the music.
"Nobody," I responded, already a little breathless. It was partly the dancing, partly the fight against what my wolf was howling at me, and partly because his presence seemed to have an effect on me that no one else ever had.
"Nobody wouldn't make my wolf respond like this," he murmured.
My heart pounded in response, and I tried not to let myself get lost in what he was saying. It meant nothing. This was just the kind of thing countless people had said to me when they heard that wolf shifters had fated mates and they wanted something from me.
He leaned closer, making the scent of him impossible to ignore. But I had to.
I needed to if I was going to avoid getting my heart broken all over again.
But then his lips were hovering over mine, and the urge to reciprocate was too much to ignore. His breath fanned against my skin, only adding to the anticipation of the kiss to come. There was something intoxicating about this moment. It came with a thrill and desire to discover whether a connection with someone could prove to be something, or if it was just a passing attraction and nothing more than that.
He pulled me closer, and despite my reservations, I allowed it, causing my wolf to respond with glee. She liked this. She wanted this. It was just a matter of deciding if I did.
His lips brushed against mine, the connection almost immediate. My mind went black, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and giving in to the temptation that was right in front of me.
I was barely able to think straight as his hand landed on my lower back, pulling me even closer. Something stirred within me, a sense of belonging that I wasn't even entirely sure I'd felt before.
If he asked me to give him my entire world, then I would hand it over in this instant.
The thought was like pouring a bucket of ice-cold water over me, and I broke the kiss, pushing him away.
"I have to go," I murmured, ignoring the protest of my wolf in my chest. She didn't get a say in this. She'd gotten me hurt far too many times before, and I wasn't about to let it happen again.
Which meant leaving the club and going home to take a cold shower.
Chapter 3
