His Lucky Moon Mate (The Macconwood Pack Tales #14)

Chapter 8

T his must be what purgatory feels like. Or hell. Nah, not hell. It’s too close to heaven for that.

Fuck, a Wolf could only take so much. Binder bit back his groan. Why did she have to smell so good? All his favorite things combined, and a few he didn’t even know he liked. Like wildflowers and peach blossoms. Honey and habaneros. Perfect. She smelled perfect.

As if that was the only thing that kept him awake. Oh no. The gods weren’t that kind. Instead, they’d made sure his gorgeous little Butterfly was a wiggly little thing when she slept.

“Geezus H. Christ,” he muttered, and Shannon sighed in her sleep as if in response.

Oops. He wasn’t trying to wake her. But he was about ten more seconds from losing his shit completely. Gazing down at her angel face, relaxed in sleep, Binder felt his heart swell. He believed in magic. Of course he did.

Hello. Shifter.

But he’d always been something of a skeptic when it came to believing in fated mates. And yet, here she was. In his arms. And a million miles away for all the good it did him. His Wolf scratched at his skin, the animal wanting to mark the female with his bite, to sink into her sweet, slick heat and claim her as his own.

Her lips pursed in her sleep, as if she’d heard every thought in his head. Thank goodness that wasn’t the case. He’d already had ten or twenty wildly dirty fantasies playing out in his mind during the last few hours. Her breathing was even though, so she was still out, even as she snuggled up tighter against his taut body.

Bloody hell.

He’d managed a few hours of shuteye, but the second he felt her turn to face him, it was all over. Shannon lifted her warm thigh, having apparently taken off her jeans when he was out. She wore nothing but her shirt, no bra, and a pair of white cotton panties covering her cleft. Yeah, he checked. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the woman lifted her left leg and draped over both of his thighs. Her knee pressed up against his rock hard cock, and there was just no fucking way he was going back to sleep.

Need her. Want her. Claim her. Now.

Shut the fuck up, Wolf. We’re not claiming her when she’s sleeping.

And so it went for the last twenty minutes. Binder and his Wolf were locked in an argument over the ethics of claiming a mate whilst she slept, and it got so heated, he was soon growling. His chest rumbled and Shannon stirred. Fuck. he hadn’t meant to wake her. But maybe this was good.

“Mmm, Binder?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, Butterfly,” he growled.

She stretched and pressed herself more fully against him and fuck, it felt so good. She was so soft and warm, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

“That feels nice,” she whispered her big blue eyes blinking sleepily at him.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s been torture for me.”

“What has?”

“Not taking you up on what your subconscious has been offering me for the past few hours, Butterfly,” he growled, and that was when she looked down at their positions.

“Oh,” she whispered, biting her lip, cheeks turning pink, and fuck, his dick throbbed with need. “What if I'm fully awake and I'm still offering?”

Binder went still. He sucked in a deep breath, the teasing scent of her sweet arousal mingled with the dozens of other smells that combined to make her so damn tempting.

“Look at me Shannon Rose,” Binder growled, touching his finger to her chin, and raising it until her blue eyes met his.

“I need you to be sure, my Sweet Butterfly. Because once I do this, there is no going back to just friends or acquaintances. Once I have you, you’re mine,” he said, and he knew she could hear the truth in his voice.

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 over her 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.

Mine.

“Oh gods,” she moaned, and he tightened his grip, lifting her a little to correct her.

“Butterfly, call my name when I fuck you, understand?” he commanded.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed down at him, heat and more shining in them. She nodded, her ebony locks tumbling wildly down her shoulders, and Binder groaned with need. He couldn’t wait to wrap that gorgeous mane around his hand as he pounded into her from behind. But first, he pulled her back down, sucking her tiny nubbin into his mouth and driving two thick digits into her tight core.

“Fuck, Binder! That feels soooo,” she moaned loud and long as he sucked and nibbled, jiggling his fingers as he pushed them deeper inside her most secret places.

She was not wrong. It felt sooooooo to him, too. So wonderful. So fucking right. So damn good. He knew the second she started to come. Her back arched, her sex fluttered around his fingers and tongue, and fuck, it felt so amazing he almost came without ever getting his dick inside her. But that wouldn’t do.

Stuck in the middle of her orgasm, Binder lifted her again and placed her on the bed on her knees and elbows. It took only a moment, and he was already pushing her head down with his large hand. Gently. Always gently.

He lifted her ass and spread her cheeks, gaping at her forbidden hole while he took his cock and placed it at her still quivering entrance.

“Mine,” he roared, and he slammed into her.

“Yours,” she screamed, her tight pussy squeezing him in welcome.

“So hot. So wet for me,” he groaned, rocking into her.

She was still coming, and Binder was on his way. Fuck, yes, he wanted to join her. He kept his thrusts short and shallow, riding out her ecstasy. He reached around her hips, strumming his fingers over her nubbin and fuck, she squeezed him tighter.

“Binder!”

“That’s it, Butterfly. Keep coming for me. Suck the cum right out of my balls with your sweet pussy,” he growled in her ear, caging her in with his body.

“I c-can’t, it’s too much?—”

She shook her head in protest, but he kept on relentlessly with his sensual assault.

“You can, Mate. You can take it. You were built to take it,” then he struck, biting her on her right shoulder, and marking her as his.

The sensations that followed were nothing but phenomenal. His heart, mind, and soul seemed to join his body in the claiming of his mate, and Binder felt Shannon. He felt her . She was inside of him now, everywhere.

Mine.