Page 22 of His Lucky Moon Mate

Shiver. Shiver.

And as she felt his movements turn jerky, Shannon gifted him with something she never planned to give. She opened her mouth and pressed it to his, loosing a piece of her Fae soul into him, sharing her powers, longevity, and magic with her mate inside that one breathtakingly soft kiss. Binder moaned, cupping a hand around her neck as he increased the kiss, accepting her gift, and binding them even more tightly.

“Now you’re mine, too,” she whispered when they were both sated and she was too tired to move.

“You were always mine, Butterfly. From the moment you existed. I love you,” he replied, but Shannon’s breathing had already evened out.

Streams of sunlight filtered in through the glass panes, shining down on Binder and Shannon’s sleeping forms. But that didn’t stop the intruder from creeping inside. His Wolf heard the burglar seconds before his human side did, but like any good hunter, Binder did not give him reason to suspect he was awake.

He kept his breathing steady, not moving a muscle while the scoundrel tiptoed around the bed and over to the place where Shannon had pulled the cauldron only hours ago. The creeper sniffed around, growling something unintelligible before he continued to look about the cabin.

Bloody hell.

He was going to have to deal with this, and it was making him grumpy. The intruder did not appear to want to harm them,which was the only reason he was still breathing. The thought of Shannon being in any kind of danger was bad enough, but they’d only just fallen asleep. He didn’t want to disturb her.

Sweet, sexy Butterfly. Mine.

Binder’s heart squeezed inside of him, images of the last few hours running through his brain like stills in a slideshow. Shannon was his now. His mate. They’d claimed each other, and he felt a sense of peace he had never even suspected was missing from his life. Normally, he wouldn’t be so mad at whoever this was, likely someone looking for food or shelter. But this was not a normal time. This was his mating day and fuck this guy for ruining his morning sexy times plans.

Grrrr.

Binder slid out of the bed soundlessly. His gaze narrowed as it came into contact with a familiar green velvet suit and bright orange hair.

Motherfucker.

“Got ya!” he growled, grabbing the bastard by the neck and hoisting him off the ground.

“Oy, put me down you dog!” Keegan, Shannon’s Da, screeched.

He snapped his teeth and tried to get Binder with his claws, but he was so much shorter all Binder had to do was hold him away from his body.

“Da! Stop that right now,” Shannon yelled.

Shit. They woke her. Binder shook the Leprechaun, now his father-in-law, and growled again.

“Oh, daughter! He’s defiled you! No, this cannot be,” Keegan wailed.

“Defiled me? Are you daft?” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Shannon?” Binder said her name, though it was more of a question.

“Da, my mate is gonna put you down, then you and I have plenty to discuss, alright? No running and no fighting or I’ll let him eat ya,” she said sternly.

“Agreed?” Binder asked, but the Leprechaun snarled at him once more.

Binder sighed. He looked at Shannon who nodded, then he shook the small man again. Keegan wailed, then he nodded, hands raised. Binder supposed that was his agreement to stop his screaming. The dolt.

“Fine, fine. I’ll behave, but stop shaking me, for feck’s sake!”

Chapter 10

Anger coursed through Binder as he stood by Shannon’s side, after they’d both dressed, she in the bathroom, and him right there. Someone had to keep an eye on her shifty father. He didn’t know much about Leprechauns but so far, all the stereotypes seemed true.

His beady eyes roamed over the cabin, like he was trying to figure out where she’d hidden the cauldron. Meanwhile, Shannon was giving him hell for what he did, and good for her. The tiny bastard deserved it.

“You’ve got no call to be cross with me, Shannon Rose, haven’t I protected you all these years? Now look at what you’ve done! We have to leave here now, child. Get the cauldron and let’s go,” her father said, and Binder had to give him credit. He seemed sincere about the going part, at least.

“We won’t be getting nothing until you tell me what you did with the funds to pay our employees, Da! You know, you told me you’d fixed everything with the Macconwood Pack,” Shannon accused.

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