Page 12 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“Um, yeah, but where? The portal isn’t open yet.”

“I know, and since we have time, I thought we could spend it doing some research at Crescent Moon Books. Maybe find something on Supernatural law or the Shifter Council that could help your situation with the casino.”

“That’s a good idea. Um, in the event we don’t find him, what happens?”

Binder exhaled and narrowed his brows, he didn’t look all that happy. But she could tell he was thinking carefully before answering her. Shannon nodded. She had no idea if she was ready, but if she stayed in that car with him one more minute, she was liable to do something stupid. Like ask him to proceed with that detailed description he’d given her of what he wanted to do with her body.

Holy. Shite.

Shannon was hardly one to conjure passionate responses like that from men. Sure, she’d had a couple of encounters, but none that had ever made her heart pound inside her chest like he did. What the devil was wrong with her? A few measly words from a Wolf and she was ready to bend over and say have at it big boy.

Her pulse was galloping, and she pressed her cool hands to her cheeks to cool them off as Binder opened his car door. But before he got out, he reached across the console and cupped his hands over hers on her face, tugging it towards him.

“Make no mistake, I want to fuck you. But I won’t. Not until you ask me to,” he said, his face so close she could see tiny flecks of gold shining in his dark brown eyes.

Then he kissed her, and Shannon felt the whole world tilt on its axis.

Chapter 6

Clara Lowell, co-owner of Crescent Moon Books, mated to one of the Lowell brothers whose law offices Binder worked for was very accommodating, granting them the use of the store after hours. He loved getting lost in their acclaimed occult section, but trying to do anything other than watch Shannon was damn near impossible.

Not even his beloved books could get his mind off the sweet, curvy female. She was astute and witty. Her knowledge of the Fae Realm was much more detailed than the broad education he’d received from his English Mum and Werewolf Dad. She was able to fill in the gaps, and when he’d explained about which laws her father had knowingly broken, she understood.

It broke his fucking heart how understanding she was. Shannon might not be his yet, but he felt indignant on her behalf. How could her father just leave her to deal with his mess?

“So, in total, my father violated several known Supernatural Laws upheld in this region by not only the Shifter Council, but the Guardians of Chaos, and the Enforcers?” she asked, blinking her beautiful blue eyes up at him before sinking down into a cushioned chair.

“Feck’s sake. He’s such a bastard,” she muttered.

“It’s probably not right, but I agree with you. He is a bastard leaving his daughter to clean up his mess,” Binder growled. He was expecting her to yell at him, but when she squeezed his hand instead, he felt surprised.

“Thanks, I appreciate that, Binder. It’s been a long time since someone had my back.”

“Well, you know why, Shannon,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb along the soft skin across the top of her hand.

Tension sizzled between them, and he watched as she worried that lower lip of hers. Without intending to, he leaned forward, kissing her mouth and groaning at the sweetness he found there. He’d intended to simply make her stop biting herself, but instead he wound up sucking the plump flesh between his lips and getting drunk on the taste and feel of her.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I know you think you have feelings for me?—”

“I know it's fast, but you’re Fae. You understand the Fates and likely a lot better than I do. Listen to the truth in my voice though, Shannon. From the moment I saw you, everything became clearer. I’ve got a big family, lots of siblings, lots of noise growing up, and with my job, things are always loud and complicated. But for once,” he said, cupping her cheek.

“Everything is crystal clear. You’re the one Shannon. I’ll keep telling you that until you believe me.”

He bent to kiss her again, unable to resist. Only the timer he’d set on his cell phone went off. It was three AM and time to go. Shannon stepped back, ducking her face down. He frowned, but let her get away with it. For now.

You can’t hide from me forever, Butterfly.

The ride back to the portal was quick. He had the sort of steel trap mind that meant if he drove somewhere once, he could find it again. Easy peasy. Binder stepped through the portal, handwrapped around Shannon’s much smaller one, ready to throw himself in front of any dangers that might appear.

The passage through the veil between realms was like walking through a pool full of gelatin and static cling. The very air was thick and sizzled with electricity. One pinky out of place, and you got shocked, as he learned fast enough. But he hadn’t expected to feel so winded upon entry into a different world.

Foolish.

They both panted like Olympians, trying to catch their breath as they stepped cautiously behind some tall purple trees covered with low hanging yellow-skinned fruit. Shannon had already warned him about the food thing, which any supe worth his salt knew to avoid eating in other realms. Especially Wolves with English mothers who loved telling them all the old fairytales. The real ones with bits of blood and gore the widely published varieties had left out of their retellings.

“That was easier than I expected,” he growled softly.

“Hush,” Shannon whispered, holding one hand up. “It’s already twilight, and we mustn’t dally at crossroads.”

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