Page 17 of His Lucky Moon Mate

The second she heard the bathroom door click shut, Shannon struggled to get to her feet. Her Fairy form could smooth away clothes with no problem. Unfortunately, that same damned magic was a bitch when you wanted them back on. So, manual dressing, it was.

Ugh. Why the heck did she choose today of all days to wear denim on her jiggly body? Tucking her wings and antennae back took no time at all, and hardly any thought. With her ass back in her jeans and her t-shirt, Shannon hung her borrowed sweater on the back of a chair. It was too much of a bother to try to glamor her wild mane into a shorter style, so she left it at its natural length, choosing instead to put it in a loose braid.

“You dressed, Butterfly?” Binder asked from the bathroom, and Shannon nodded.

Remembering he couldn’t see her, she winced and called out a yes. She ran her hands over her braid and stood beside the only bed in the cabin. It was a single. As in, there was only one, and it was smallish. Her Da being a Leprechaun did not really require much space. But Binder was hardly that.

“Um, you can have the bed, I’ll take the floor,” she said, but he shook his head vehemently.

“Absolutely not.”

“Binder, look, I am the one who got us into this mess. Your Alpha sent you with me because of my Da, but you don’t have to be uncomfortable because of it?—”

“Butterfly, how comfortable do you think I would be, knowing you are on the floor, and I am in that bed over there by myself?”

Right. He had a point. From what little she knew about Binder, he was honorable and adorably old fashioned. How many times had he opened doors for her in one day alone? She sighed.

“Fine, but sharing a bed doesn’t mean anything else is going to happen. Well, not like you want anything to happen, I mean you hardly made a pass,” she said aloud, turning around to get the bedding and pillows from the chest beneath the bed.

Shannon’s heart was racing, and dammit, she knew that meant he could hear it. Stupid Wolf senses. She didn’t know why she was so ornery. It wasn’t like he’d done anything wrong. She bent over to tuck the sheet into the far corner and felt something slam into her back.

Binder.

Heat radiated from his powerful body to hers as Binder flattened Shannon onto the mattress. He rocked his hips, pressing the hard evidence of his arousal against her ass, and feck, that felt so good. Moisture pooled between her thighs, desire growing wilder and hotter with every second that passed.

“You feel that, Butterfly? That’s all for you. Don’t tell me I don’t want you because I haven’t made a pass. It’s killing me to be near you and not touch you,” he growled, his lips beside her ear.

“But I already promised you, Butterfly. Weren’t you listening?” he asked, the hand that was trapped beneath their bodies moved down, sliding over her tits, her soft belly, and settling right between her denim covered thighs.

“Binder,” she gasped his name.

Shannon tried rolling her hips to try to increase the friction, but he would not budge. Her heart was pounding, and her pulse was racing. This unwavering need she felt was like thunder roaring in her ears.

Feck. Was that her?

She was breathing like she’d just climbed a mountain. Her pussy throbbed, clenching on air with the need to be filled. His scent filled her nostrils, and she hungered for more of it. She wanted to roll around in him, to get that wonderful coconutbreeze scent permeated onto her own skin and to keep it there always.

“Just because I won’t fuck you until you ask doesn’t mean I don’t want to touch you. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste you, Butterfly. So keep it up. Keep talking nonsense and I’ll touch, and I’ll taste, and you’ll see I’m a Wolf of my word when you’re begging for my cock,”, and feck, there she went again.

Shiver.

“You understand now, Butterfly? Of course, I want you. But I am waiting until you’re ready to do anything about it. You’re the one who says when. Got it?”

She nodded once, unable to form words. How the feck did something like that have her so wet and ready for him? Holy Christ. The man was sex on legs. He grunted and lifted off her, and curse it all, she missed it. The weight of him, his scent, the feel of his hard staff against her ass—all of it.

“Now,” he said, one big hand cupping her ass cheek before giving it a sharp slap. “Get your fine ass in bed, Butterfly. It’s going to be a long night as it is.”

It shouldn’t have, but for some reason, that smack sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her core. Shannon bit her lip, climbing onto the bed and getting under the quilt she’d just tossed over it.

“Lights?”

“They’ll adjust in a moment. It’s magicked to go off when we’re in bed,” she whispered.

“Cool,” he said, and she couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face.

Only a Wolf Shifter from the Earth realm could travel to Fairy and call the magic therecool. She shook her head, smiling as he slid beneath the covers.

“I’ll be the big spoon, you’ll be the little spoon,” he whispered, and she turned away from him onto her side. “Gotta put my arm on you, Butterfly. Bed’s small.”

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