Page 42 of Bred By the Beast

“Sell it?” he snapped. “Then there’d be less for us. Here, take a taste.” He dipped one finger into the amber honey and offered it to her. She held his wrist and wrapped her lips around his finger all the way to his first knuckle, then slowly pulled back. His cock immediately hardened in his pants. She maintained eye contact with him the entire time. The little human was playing with fire.

“So good,” she whispered.

He licked his lips which suddenly felt way too dry. “More?”

“I wonder what else we could dip in honey.”

He imagined her pussy covered in honey, a personal fantasy. The fact she was pushing that line with him right now was surreal.

“Anything you want,” he said.

She bit her lip. “You know what, you always give me pleasure. It’s my turn to give it to you.” Poppy ran her hand over the front of his pants and the hard erection.

She unzipped him and dropped down to her knees. His cock bobbed in front of her once released. He hissed through his teeth when she grabbed it by the base.

“Poppy...”

“The honey. We need lots of honey.”

This was crazy but also the best thing that ever happened to him. How did he get so lucky? Wilder used the honey from the frame and let it run from base to tip along his cock. Poppy’s lively tongue traced along his length, gathering the sticky sweetness.

When she wrapped her mouth around his thick head, he couldn’t help but growl. He set the frame haphazardly back on the hive and held her head as she bobbed up and down his cock. His eyes lolled back in his head from the pleasure.

She made mewling sounds and used her tongue in wicked ways. His little human was driving him wild, his balls pulling up tight and pre-cum slipping out the tip.

Poppy wanted to pleasure him for a change, but she didn’t realize just how much he loved living between her legs. He wasn’t a man. He was a beast. Right now, he didn’t want to come down her pretty little throat. He wanted the taste of honey and pussy on his tongue and his dick driving deep inside of her.

He tugged her hair back, her mouth coming off him with a pop. Her eyes were half-mast, her lips swollen and sticky from the honey.

“My turn.”

He grabbed one of the patchwork quilts that were drying in the sun on the clothesline. It was warm and dry. Wilder folded it in half on the grass and pointed to it.

“Dress off. Lay down and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

“But—”

“Now, Poppy. My bear wants to eat your honeyed pussy.”

Her eyes widened, maybe half believing him. She pulled off her dress and stepped out of her panties. As she settled down on the soft blanket, she bent her knees up but didn’t open them.

He leaned over, forcing her legs apart, her pussy wet and glistening in the sunlight. Wilder got the honey frame and let the fresh honey drop down, dripping along her big tits, down her stomach, and pooling on her ripe pussy.

The sight was the ultimate temptation for a bear shifter. He gritted his teeth, his control wavering. He bent down, crawling over her, starting with her breasts. Wilder alternated suckling her perky nipples and lapping at the honey. He kept moving south, enjoying the journey down. He indulged on her lush curves, over her soft stomach and hips until he reached the apex of her thighs.

“I’m going to eat you, Poppy. I’m not stopping until you’ve scared away every bird in this forest.” Then he covered her pussy with his mouth, lapping, sucking, and flicking until she did just that.

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Wilder had been acting off the past couple of days. She just knew something was on his mind, but he refused to admit anything. Was he worried about that bear shifter? Poachers? Their future?

There was so much she wanted to learn about him. As the reality settled in more and more each day, she was becoming more fascinated with the fact he was only part human.

“You know that thing you like doing to me?” she asked.

He was sitting on the front wooden porch, taking a break from chopping firewood. She sat beside him.

“Which thing?”