Page 22 of Bred By the Beast

It made no sense to her, but Poppy wasn’t afraid of this bear, because it was magnificent. She watched the reflection in Wilder’s eyes. There was no way she was going to be able to tell anyone about this, because it didn’t make any sense to her.

He took hold of her hand and clasped it beside her head. He did the same with her other hand, and again put it at either side of her head. There was nowhere for her to go. She was at his mercy.

But Wilder was not going to hurt her.

Mate.

Mine.

Keep him.

Those words rang through her mind, and she couldn’t make any sense of them. This felt like fate. Actually, it felt deeper than fate. This was meant to be. She belonged to Wilder. This made total sense to her now.

Together.

Life mates.

And then, he started to fuck her, and Poppy’s mind was completely blown, as she slipped into ecstasy.

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Wilder made his way toward the poachers. By now, they would have found one of their dead men, and as he got closer, he heard the panic.

He was in his bear form, as his senses were on even higher alert from this angle. After making love to Poppy all night long, he’d left her in bed, so he could check the threat and danger. The rest of the men were around a small fire. The embers already smoldering away.

“We just need to leave it,” one of them said.

“We’re not leaving until we take care of business.” This came from another.

“What about fucking Lionel? You saw that mess. Whatever did that to him is still out there!”

Wilder smelled the fear like acid in the air. He liked that they were scared but like most humans, they were also stubborn and if they were not careful, that would be their undoing.

He watched them for several minutes as one of them argued, and another sat quietly. They were not going to give up on Poppy, and that made them even bigger fools than he expected. They were not going to get to her. That was a battle they had already lost long ago. They continued to argue, but Wilder had seen enough.

His perimeter was secured, and he got to his home and let himself inside, putting on the locks. He’d already changed back into his human form, because he knew Poppy was not ready to see him as a bear—if ever. He needed to gain more of her trust first. Also, he knew her body was ready to take him and to mate. His bear wanted to breed her, to fuck her day and night until she was so full of his cum she’d become pregnant with his cub. Their cub. She’d be a perfect mother, he knew that.

He took a couple of steps inside his home, closed his eyes, and inhaled her fragrance. The moment she stepped into his world, her scent had been all over everything, and it made his mouth water for a taste of her. His cock was already standing at attention and even though he spent last night balls-deep inside her, he knew it still wasn’t enough. He needed more. He’d been pent up for decades, and now that he had his mate, he wanted to enjoy her.

Wilder made his way toward his bedroom, and he let himself inside, and sure enough, there she was, blanket covering her ass, but her legs and upper back were exposed. She lay on her stomach, one leg cocked to the side, but the blanket hindered his view.

He climbed onto the mattress and pressed a kiss to her calf. Then he moved to her other calf and started to make his way up the bed, shoving the blanket right out of his way. He stared at her shapely ass.

Poppy let out a moan.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m staring at this curvy ass,” he said, and he squeezed the cheeks together, but then couldn’t resist sinking his teeth gently against one full cheek.

She let out a little yelp, and tried to pull away, but he was not going to let her go that easy. Moving to her other cheek, he bit that one as well.

“Sensitive, baby?” he asked.

“I’m not used to someone playing with my ass.” She sounded a little breathless, and he scented her arousal. Letting go of her ass, he slid a hand between her thighs, dipping his finger into her tight cunt, feeling how wet she was.