Page 29 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“Are you sure blue is right for a casino? It’s not too cold?” she’d asked.

“Butterfly, your eyes are the warmest things I have ever seen. I used to think blue was cold too, but not since I met you, Mate.”

She coughed, trying to cover up the onslaught of emotions that batted against her every time she thought of her mate. But that was to be expected in her condition. Shannon smiled and cupped a hand over her still normal looking belly. Tonight she would tell him, and she could hardly wait.

“What’s the problem, Ollie?”

“Nothing, Shannon, nothing. But, well, the Ogres think it clashes with their skin tone.”

“Tell them they are free to quit,” she said, not backing down.

Ever since she’d taken over, Shannon had gone over her contracts with all her employees, and she not only gave them an increased stake in the casino, but she also allowed them to form a sort of union. Hence Ollie’s appearance in her office.

“You know, I think I liked it better when this office was crowded with boxes,” Ollie said, gazing across the desk and staring at her tits.

“And I think you better avert your gaze or my Wolf is going to make a snack out of you, Mole,” Binder growled from the doorway.

“Eeek! Oh I was just, um, going now, sir,” Ollie squeaked and ran away.

“Mate,” Shannon said, loving the way his eyes went all soft when she called him that.

He closed the door and locked it, stalking over to her. Binder’s chest rumbled with his Wolf, who was back to being his old self again, as he spun her chair and dragged her to her feet, sliding every inch of her up his body as he went. When he had two hands on her ass, Shannon lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Missed you today, Mate.”

“Mmm, did you? But we had such a late morning,” she replied, remembering the delightful way he woke her that day with his head between her legs.

“How long till your next meeting?”

“I’m done for the day,” she said.

Binder’s growl increased before he turned and had her skirt hiked up to her waist and her legs spread wide open. His eyes flashed with gold as he touched the seam of her panties, testing the dampness there.

“Look how wet you are for me already, Mate. So perfect,” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free.

Hunger blossomed inside her, and she scooted forward till her ass was barely even on the desk. Grabbing for his tie, she undid it, tearing his buttons next.

“Need you,” she whimpered fervently, feeling her entire body shiver as he worked her panties down her legs.

That part was for her. It was becoming a real problem, what with all his panty-tearing Shannon was starting to wonder if maybe she should invest in a lingerie company. Desire spiked as he leaned forward, rubbing his mushroomed head along her slit, and catching her mouth with his.

Holy feck. She loved kissing him. Shannon wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth, tangling it with his as he teased her pussy with the promise of fulfillment.

“Stop playing, Mate. Gimme what I need,” she said, and felt his Wolf rise through their bond.

“Always. I’ll always give you what you need,” he said, and finally, pushed inside her dripping core.

Binder wasn’t in a rush. He worked Shannon up to a steady burn before he turned up the heat, dragging his long-fingered hands up her hips, her belly, to her heavy tits and their sensitive nipples. Each flex of his hips sent her closer to the edge. She widened her legs, needing him to touch her even deeper, wanting to feel him in her soul.

“Fuck, Butterfly, you feel so good.”

“Please, please, Binder,” she begged.

“Please what? Wanna come? Is that what you need? I got you, Butterfly. I got you,” he grunted, and slid his hand between them.

Two strokes of this thumb over her swollen clit, and she was a goner with him right behind her.

Good mate. Sweet mate. Always taking care of her.

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