Page 21 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“I know it’s fast, but you seemed sure?—”

She pushed against his chest so she could look at his face. Was he regretting what they did? Was he realizing now that Fairy had enhanced his feelings and maybe he rushed? Her stomach squeezed as doubts wormed their way into her brain.

“Hey, easy. That wasn’t me looking to back out or make excuses, Shannon Rose. You’re my mate. I’ve claimed you. And I am never letting you go. That alright with you?” he asked, but Shannon had the feeling it wouldn’t matter if she said no.

And that was fine, because Shannon was not saying no. He was her fate, her destiny, and she was grabbing onto him with both hands.

“Um, I hate to break it to you, Binder, but after the way you just claimed my body, making me see stars and the like, you’re stuck. I mean, you keep making me feel like you just did, and you are never getting rid of me, boyo,” she said.

Binder smirked then. No, it was more a grin. A sexy, wide, Wolfish grin, and he licked his lips as his eyes took a slow roam down her body.

“Yeah? That’s good. Because I’m ready for round two, Butterfly. But be honest, was I too rough with you? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concern shining in his gold-tinted eyes.

“You would never,” she said, knowing in her heart he would never hurt her. “I’m Fae, not spun glass. My body is curvy and soft, but not fragile.”

“Your body is fucking perfect. I wanna be inside you all the time.”

“Mmm, maybe we can arrange that.”

“Ha!” he barked a laugh cupping her cheeks and kissing her. “Gods, Shannon, you really are amazing.”

“So are you. Truth is, I think together, we can be anything. I feel more complete, more whole than I ever have.”

“Mmm, s’good,” he rumbled, and she kissed him again, wanting to taste the sound.

“I’ve felt a pull to you since you came striding into my Da’s office, bristling with annoyance,” she said.

“Well, that was aimed at the asshole who had his hands on you. Shoulda beat his ass,” he growled, and she rubbed his chest, wanting to soothe the Wolf.

“Now, now, you hardly had cause. Ollie is harmless.,” she scoffed, trying to soothe him at the same time.

Was it wrong she found his overbearing attitude just a tad sexy? Maybe. But oh well. To each her own.

“No one touches you, Shannon. I mean it. My Wolf, he won’t allow it,” Binder said, and she believed him.

“You know, I’m aware of the giant red flag you just pulled out and waved in front of my face, but I have to admit, I kinda like that you don’t want any other man touching me.”

“Man, woman, or fucking figment, Butterfly. No one touches you but me.”

“Yes, Mate,” she said, biting her lip, but this time out of excitement rather than embarrassment.

“Say that again,” he growled, already pulling her onto his massive body.

Shannon sighed and spread her legs, sliding her slick sex over his hard as steel rod. He took her hips, rocking her up and down, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so hot, she swore she saw steam rising into the air.

Making love with Binder was something Shannon considered beyond her understanding of sex. Yes, there was intercourse. She felt his magnificent body flex and pump as he filled her with his engorged cock and touched her deeper than anyone else ever had. But there was so much more than sex involved.

Binder’s heart thudded inside his chest. She felt its rapid tattoo thundering against her own as he sat up, wrapping his arms tightly around her while he lifted her hips and slammed her down, landing him even deeper inside of her. She moaned, breathing in pants against his neck, feeling the rattle of his Wolf inside his chest.

She could feel it now. The pleasure in her body building as her mind went foggy. Shannon couldn’t form a sentence or even a phrase. She was close,so close. He made her feel things she never imagined possible. She trembled, and clutched at his shoulders, pushing his arms down as something unthinkable started to happen.

“Yes, Butterfly. Yes! Lemme see you, lemme see all of you,” he growled, moving his hold to her hips the second she started to shiver and shimmer.

Shannon couldn’t hold it back. She didn’t want to. Power pulsed through her veins as she revealed her true form to him.Her mate.

“That’s it, Butterfly. Come for me. Come all over my cock with your wings spread wide and your hair flowing like a wild black river down your pale curves. So fucking beautiful. So mine,” he growled.

Shannon moaned, her gaze locked on his. Her pussy rippled, squeezing him as absolute pleasure took hold. She didn’t know ifshe was more turned on by his words or his body. Probably both. He was so fucking hot.

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