Page 19 of His Lucky Moon Mate

Shannon’s entire body seemed to tremble with his words, and fuck if he did not feel that shiver down to his soul. He waited, watching like the predator he was while she smiled. A bonafide smile. Not a half-assed grin or smirk. But a real, wholehearted smile.

“Aye, I’m sure,” she said, that sweet lilt coming through strong.

She moved until she was sitting astride his hard body, thick thighs parted as she sat right above his unbuttoned pants. Binder felt her heated core, her—bloody fucking hell—damp panties pressing against his hard stomach.

He growled with urgent desire. He needed, wanted closer contact. Squeezing his hands around her hips and ass, he heaved a breath and watched wide-eyed as she lifted her shirt overher head. Binder didn’t dare blink. He did not want to miss a moment of her baring her breasts for him. She bit her lip, then popped it free of her teeth and leaned down to press her softness against his chest.

“I'm sure Binder. I want you, too. Make me yours,” she whispered then mashed her mouth to his.

Thunder roared in his head, and fire burned in his veins. She was kissing him. Him. It was the first time she’d ever taken the initiative, and he was beyond elated. Sexy little Butterfly, and she wanted him. That was it. There was no going back. Binder was used to getting what he wanted, but not because he didn’t earn it.

Yes, he was the first-born child in his family, and he’d been a tad spoiled in his youth. But he learned early on to work for what he got, and his parents both taught him how to appreciate his things. To care for them. Well, she wasn’t a thing by any means, but it was the same principle.

Binder wanted Shannon. He waited, maybe not long by normal means, but he’d waited longer than his Wolf wanted him to. Waited for her to be ready, and now she was. Shannon moaned, flexing her hips and rubbing her hot, damp panties against him. Fuck. he went cross-eyed. No doubt about it. He was going to take her and make her his.

All. Bets. Were. Off.

Binder groaned into her mouth, one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her neck pressing her hard against him. This kiss was nothing soft or gentle. It wasn’t the way he’d intended to take her, but he was too far gone now. The Wolf was in charge, and he’d waited long enough to claim his mate.

“Need you, Binder.”

“Mine,” he growled, pulling her up his body.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, gasping as he positioned her, so her thighs were spread wide as he held her up practically by her pussy, leaving her to hover right over his face.

“Showing you how hungry I am, Butterfly.”

Binder’s growl reverberated inside his chest as he unleashed the claws on one hand so he could tear her panties clean off her supple body. He squeezed her thighs where he held her up, parting her lips so he could see her glistening folds spread out before him like a feast of carnal delights. His growl deepened, and he pulled her down, ready to savor her sweet honey right from the source only to be denied.

“Oh gods, w-what? I-I can’t,” she said, and lifted up on her knees.

She tried squirming all the way away. But Binder was not having any of that. He finally had her where he wanted her, and he wasn’t going to deny them both something he knew would bring her pleasure.

“You can and you will, Butterfly. Trust me.”

“I’ll squash you!”

“Shannon, you couldn’t squash me. A dainty thing like you?”

“Dainty, my arse, Binder,” she growled, and it was so cute. A Butterfly growling at a Werewolf.

Good point. Remind her what we are.

“Shannon, in case you forgot, I’m a Werewolf. Super strength, remember? Now, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You are going to sit on my face and I’m gonna eat that delicious pussy of yours until you're leaking cream down my chin. Understand?”

He couldn’t help the rumble building inside of him, and he let her feel it as he gripped her tighter. Her eyes widened, and he could scent her arousal growing with his words. Fucking temptress. His mouth watered.

“Yeah, Butterfly. That’s right. You’re gonna sit that gorgeous ass on my face and I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth. Then I’m gonna fill you with my cock, and you are gonna take every ounce of pleasure I give you. You’re gonna fucking love it, and I’m not stopping, Butterfly, not until you’re too weak to stand. Got it?”

“Yeah, I-I got it,” she said, and this time when he tugged her down, she let him.

Yes!

Victory coursed through his veins as he wrapped her thick thighs in his long-fingered hands and plunged his tongue into her soaked sex.

Fuck.

She tasted better than he’d imagined. Honey and flowers, berries and cream, sunshine and light. She was everything, and he burned with the desire to consume her.

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