Page 14 of His Lucky Moon Mate

No wonder normals used to tell stories of accounts of unwittingly falling into Fairy. It was likely too easy back then to come across a ring of toadstools or walk through a veil or portal with no knowledge that you weresomeplace else,somewhere other.

But Binder was a Shifter. With his supernaturally enhanced senses, he could pick up on those things that were so very alien in this plane of existence. Such as the way it sounded. Most people never noticed the fact that the very land you lived on had a voice. It made noise, a hum, a ringing, a tone that only those attuned could pick up on. Where Earth’s tone was warm and deep, Fairy was high-pitched and elevated. Like a falsetto. The Fae Realm had been whispering to him in that falsetto voice since they’d stepped through the veil.

There was more, of course. Like the coloring, the lights, the scents. But most of all, there was the difference in Shannon. He watched her work her magic with awe. But it was the shift from confidence to wariness that washed over her which caused his Wolf’s hackles to rise. He did not like it. Not one bit. Shannon should always feel comfortable, safe, and protected.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered as she began to shake and blink in and out of existence.

One moment there, one moment gone. Her form

shimmered and blurred, moving so quickly with the vibrations of her spell that even his Wolf eyes had trouble keeping up. Law school had not prepared Binder for this! Then a brilliant blue light filled the room, and Shannon’s body became crystal clear.

And. She. Was. Beautiful.

Thin, long antennae-like growths sprouted from the top of her head. Her skin glowed pale and bright, her hair length more than doubled, spilling down to the floor. Her clothes fell from her body as large, iridescent wings,like butterfly wings, in a dozen shades of blue sprouted from her back. Nude, but covered by her dark hair, Shannon finally opened her eyes, and fuck, they were glowing too.

She did not look at him, rising to her knees, she leaned forward and plucked something from the fireplace. A largecauldron, or so it appeared to be. Her hair strategically fell, hiding her most secret places from Binder’s wandering eyes, and yes, they wandered.

“It’s still here,” she said. “He didn’t get it.”

When he still did not answer, Shannon’s eyes snapped to his, and he barely had the sense left to reply. Caught in her gaze, he felt his chest rumble with the strength of his growl.

“Binder? What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful. Is that why you were surprised I called you Butterfly? Because of your wings?” he asked, whispering reverently, eyes roaming over her like hands.

“Y-yes,” she answered.

He listened to her heart beating erratically from his position just inches away. He grinned at her. Joy filling him in this moment of sharing and secret telling. He wanted to listen to all her secrets, and to tell her everything about him. Imagine that? Having someone know you right down to the marrow? Someone who would always be there for you no matter what?

Like his parents had with each other. Like his sister Eira had found with Cannon. Like his bosses, the Lowell brothers, and their mates. Like Rafe and Charley.

Shannon was that for him, and he was that for her. Or they could be. They just had to trust in each other, and in the Fates to know what they were doing. If attraction alone was anything to go by, well, then he knew she was it. Binder never felt like this about anyone else.

Usually he was alet’s go to dinner and if it feels right, maybe we can go to your place and fuckkind of guy. He was not awill you come home with meWolf. He didn’t play house or date. And he didn’t want that with Shannon either.

He did not want to play. He wanted the real thing. He wanted her. With him. Always.

“Guess it really is fate, huh? My Butterfly. So fucking pretty.”

“I’m called theMariposa, the Butterfly Fairy. A rare breed. Endangered, actually. You see, in the Fae Realm all are fair game. Fairies hunt other creatures, one another, all to gain position and power in society. It’s why I spend so little time here. There are some who would want a Mariposa in their court to curry favor with other kingdoms,” she whispered, and his heart squeezed.

“I won’t let anyone harm you, Butterfly. I swear on my life.”

Fuck. He wished he could touch her. Wished he hadn’t made that stupid, rash promise. Even then, his cock thudded inside his pants, desperate to be unleashed. His Wolf snarled, the mention of her being hunted was almost driving his beast wild. He couldn’t bear the possibility of any harm coming to her.

Mine.

She nodded. Nodded as if she believed him, and fuck, but that was a balm to his soul. He breathed in deep, loving the way her scent always changed and yet always remained the same. To him. Shannon smelled of everything he loved. All his favorites. Freshly mowed grass, sweet carrot pudding with raisins, cool rosewater, and daisies warmed by the sun. She smelled like fresh bread on cold winter days. Vanilla ice cream on hot summer nights. And that sweet honey cream he liked to add to his tea.

She smelled good. Better than that. She smelled delicious. And he was starving for her. The need to taste her, to consume her, to lick every last drop of her arousal from between her thick thighs was damn near driving him insane. Binder felt wild with lust. He wondered briefly if it was Fairy, but he didn’t think so.

Binder was pretty sure he’d feel like this anywhere. Especially with her so close, and in her true form, looking so damn luscious. A temptingly sweet morsel, and his Wolfish hunger was growing by the second. Fuck, he did not think he was strong enough to deny it.

Shit. He rolled his shoulders and firmed up his resolve. Binder had made a promise, and he would keep it. Even if it fucking killed him.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“If I told you, Butterfly, I might frighten you,” he growled.

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