Page 27 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“Dammit, Binder, come back to me right now or I’ll let Ollie feel me up again!”

Grrrr. Ollie.

He was that short, puny male who smelled of dirt. The one who had his grimy paws on her magnificent breasts. Those were Wolf’s breasts. Not Ollie’s. And he would tan his mate’s hide if she ever thought of sharing her glorious goodies with anyone else.

Okay, fine, he would never hurt her. But he would remind her who she belonged to. Yes. he could do that. He could fuck her into submission once again. Sex her until she was screaming his name, clawing his back, and begging for his seed. But he needed his skin for that.

Binder raced across the last few feet of forest, giving chase as his mate tried to run from him. Ha! Didn’t she know he was a hunter? Didn’t she know he would always find her?

Binder growled and tackled her from behind just as he found the way back to his skin. He turned their bodies as they pushed through the gelatin like wall that was the veil between worlds and took the brunt of their fall as they landed back in the pine barrens.

“Ooof!”

“Binder?! BINDER!” Shannon shouted, crying, and squeezing him tight to her body.

“Shannon. Mate. Are you alright?” he asked, crushing her to him and holding her while she sobbed.

She shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and he let her. He was just so damn happy they were back, and safe and whole. And together. Most importantly, they were together.

“Best cover up, you. We brought some weather back with us,” Shannon’s father grunted and then Binder was hit in the head with a pair of sweatpants.

“Thanks, Da,” Shannon replied with a giggle. Geezus, he loved her giggle.

So Adorable. Perfect woman. Perfect mate.

Binder’s heart went crazy. He cupped her cheeks, ignoring the thunder and lightning, and captured her lips in a kiss. Drinking in all her flavors, he moaned and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Fuck, Butterfly. That was too damn close for comfort.”

“Aye. It was. No more going to Fairy,” she said.

“No more,” he agreed.

“We have a lot to talk about, I guess,” she said, biting her lip.

“We can do that in the car. Come on,” he replied, helping her up.

Binder pulled on the sweats her father had tossed at him and walked over to his SUV with his palm pressed against Shannon’s back. They were a little worse for wear, but nothing a bath couldn’t fix. First, they had business to attend.

“Well, get my daughter inside already,” the Leprechaun said.

He closed Shannon’s door, making sure she was buckled up. He went around to the trunk and grabbed a clean towel he kept there for gym days, not wanting her cold. She smiled when he offered it and used it to wipe the rain and mud from her pretty face.

“It’s raining, isn’t it?”

“Aye, Da, it is,” Shannon said to her father.

Binder exhaled and turned to look at the Leprechaun who was, for all intents and purposes, his father-in-law now.

“It’s about to fucking storm, Keegan. You know that, right?” Binder asked once he was settled behind the wheel.

“Aye. Let’s get it over with, boyo. Take me to your Alpha.”

Charley Maccon was an absolute gem of a woman. Shannon worried her lower lip as Binder and her father sat in the Alpha’s office, trying to come up with a plan for repayment and for restitutions since her da did not willingly do any of the things he was supposed to after the first time he’d been discovered encroaching on Macconwood Pack territory.

But at least, thanks to Charley, Shannon was warm and comfortable after showering and donning a fresh sweatsuit. She even had new socks on, and there was nothing better than fuzzy socks. Well, except maybe for the hot toddy she was currently sipping in one of the many sitting rooms inside the Manor with the Alpha fem of the Pack.

“So, you and Binder, huh?”

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