Page 15 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“I-if what you said before was true, that your Wolf thinks I’m your mate, then I ask you to tell me. I want no lies between us, Binder. Fairy has ways of playing tricks on you and if you tell me, I can help clarify them,” she said.

Her crystalline gaze was like staring into a star sapphire. It gutted him, her beauty, and the tumultuous emotions he saw in her eyes. Did she really think she was not worthy of such attention on her own? She thought only the Fae Realm could be responsible for his desire. He scoffed. That was a load of bullshit if ever he heard one. And as a lawyer, Binder had heard plenty.

“No tricks, Butterfly. No lies,” he said, leaning down to brush his nose alongside hers.

Shannon was so close. So beautiful. All that soft skin on display. So pale and pink. So tempting. He was practically drooling from the desire he felt spiking through his blood. Binder’s dick throbbed, twitching behind his pants, growing longer and harder by the second.

Shit. He moved back like she scalded him, needing the space to get control of his cock and his Wolf. Discreetly, he reached between his legs and pushed his dick down, not wanting her to see the fucking tent he was making in the material.

That was the last thing he wanted. To make her feel any undue pressure. Binder had made a promise not to touch her till she asked, and he always kept his promises. Even if at that moment he wished he didn’t.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

“So, what’s in the pot?” he asked, sitting on his heels, pissing off his Wolf, and from the look on her face, he’d pissed off her, too.

Good job, asshole. You just alienated our mate. Grrr.

Chapter 7

The moment that passed between them felt big—heavy.And yeah, she was shivering like mad. Shannon thought Binder might close the gap between them and take her passionately right there on the floor. But he didn’t, and she wasn’t sure whether she should be glad or royally pissed off at the fact.

Shite.

Her body ached for him. Bloody hell, she alwaysfelt morewhen in her true form. Her wings fluttered for a moment, and his gaze whipped to them, but she couldn’t read his expression. Normally, nudity was not an issue for most supes, but

Shannon was, well, chunkier than the typical Fae. It was something she often worried about when she was younger, but after some effort and her handy motivational calendar, she’d learned to let go of others’ interpretations of beauty and simply love herself. But there was something to be said for being naked in a room with a man who personified sex. Binder Sidak was such a man. Or should she say, Wolf?

He claimed she was his mate. But presented with her true form, and naked to boot, instead of ravishing her, like she’dexpected, he was doing his best to feign interest in one of her Da’s many stashes. What the heck?

“So, what’s in the pot?” he asked, his voice growly with his Wolf.

“Oh, the usual. Hang on a second, I’ll put my wings away,” she mumbled, embarrassed more than anything.

“If you want to,” Binder replied, leaving her all sorts of confused. “Do you mind, well, that is, can I touch them first?” he asked gently.

Shannon froze in place. He wanted to touch them. That was a first.

“Um, yeah. I guess so,” she murmured, staying still as he turned his total attention to her.

She’d thought he was turned off by her nudity or maybe her wings, but the look on his face was anything but that. In fact, his eyes glowed with his Wolf, and the constant rumble in his chest was doing things to her. Making her slick between her legs and warming her from her core to her fingertips. Shannon bit her lip as he moved closer until his knees brushed her thighs.

Feck. He was so warm. His body heat seeped into her skin, and she shivered, helpless to control it. The man had some magic in him for sure, and not just his Wolf. Her reaction to him was positively uncanny.

“Are you cold?” he growled, so close just then his breath ruffled the hair at her temple.

“No,” she whispered, giving him only the truth.

“Will it hurt if I touch them?” he asked, his right hand hovering over her left wing.

“Not if you’re gentle.”

“I’ll always be gentle with you, unless you tell me otherwise, Sweet Butterfly.”

Then she felt his fingertips coasting over her delicate-looking forewing. Shivers wracked her body as his long fingers brushedover each of her scaled wings. They were sensitive and not at all as fragile as they appeared. Shannon had never allowed a single person to touch them before.

Feck, she hardly even showed them to anyone. But there she was, allowing this stranger, whom she met only hours ago, not only see her true form, but now he was stroking her wings from top to bottom.

Shiver. Shiver. Shiver.

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