Page 23 of Bred By the Beast

She rocked against his hand, and he rewarded her by adding a second finger. She started to wriggle, and Wilder wanted to taste her, to pleasure her. When she screamed his name, nothing else compared.

He fucked her a few times, then pulled his fingers from her pussy, to which she gave a subtle moan of protest. This made him laugh, and he couldn’t resist swatting her ass, and then rolled her to her back. Right when he spread her legs, she gasped.

“Wilder, what are you doing?” she asked.

He loved the shocked surprise in her voice, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“I want your pussy on my face.”

He held her hips and then lowered his mouth to her pussy. He slid his tongue against her clit, then glided down to penetrate her perfect pussy. The taste of her called to his bear. He’d never been so attuned to his bear, especially when it came to mating with a female. He flicked her clit with his tongue relentlessly, noticing the instant change in her.

Poppy was not used to being touched, and with just a few strokes of his tongue, he sent her over the edge into an orgasm that had her slapping the bed, and her fists tightening within the sheets.

Another moan echoed off the walls. Wilder wasn’t happy with how fast she came, and now he intended to prolong it. He wanted her to be completely blown away by the pleasure, so he went back to her cunt and plunged his tongue inside, tasting her creamy release, rubbing his face across her folds. Slowly, he ate her pussy, and when she couldn’t take any more, he took her clit gently between his teeth until she was writhing on the bed.

She was so close, but this time, he didn’t push her over that edge. He kept her balanced at the peak, forcing her body to build to an even better orgasm.

His cock was rock hard, and he just wanted to thrust deep inside her.

Wilder pushed his own needs out of his mind and focused on his woman. Building her up, taking her to that edge was all that mattered to him.

Chapter Nine

Poppy woke up as the sun rose. She wanted to take more pictures of all the beauty around her. Even though she’d hated her job and the financial struggle, photography was still her passion. After pulling on one of Wilder’s oversized sweaters, she grabbed her camera and headed out the back door.

She took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. This was paradise.

Poppy settled carefully on her stomach near a big wood pile at the edge of the forest. She zoomed in on a spiderweb, intricately decorated with morning dew. The pictures would turn out amazing. Then she took some shots of wild mushrooms with the perfect shades of light from the rising sun.

The songs of birds grew louder as time passed. She shifted up into a sitting position and crossed her legs. Maybe if she was quiet enough, she’d get some pics of the wild birds around them. There were so many colorful species. As she scanned the trees with her zoom lens, she froze. Poppy lowered her camera and looked toward the trees to her right.

It was him.

Wilder.

He was squatting there, watching her, a look a pure adoration on his face. She’d never felt so special or wanted at that moment.

“Were you spying on me?” she teased.

He stood up and started walking toward her.

“The forest likes you.”

She smiled when he offered her a hand, then helped her to her feet.

“We’re getting to know each other,” she said.

When she left in the morning, he’d been sound asleep beside her in the bed—or so she’d thought.

“You have so much passion for the land I love.”

“How could I not?” she said. “Everything I look at amazes me.”

“And you like to take pictures.” He nodded to her camera.

“I don’t know why. When I see beauty, I want to capture it forever. I always see things through the eyes of my lens.”

He used a finger under her chin to tilt her head up.