Page 9 of Bred By the Beast

“I need to be.”

She alternated watching the flames and looking at the sleeping cub.

“Don’t you get lonely?”

No, he never felt lonely. Bears were naturally solitary creatures. All he needed was his land and the nature around him. He did miss having a mate. With breeding season tugging at his hormones, it was more evident than usual. He imagined that’s why his bear was confused, ready to fuck a human and claim her as his own.

“No.”

“Never?” she asked.

He growled a bit, but tried to stifle it. “A wife would be nice. But I’ve gone forty-eight years without one, so I think I’ll survive.”

That shut her up. When he looked over, this time she was looking him right in the eyes. And she didn’t look away this time.

“It’s only natural to want to find someone to spend your life with,” she said. “I feel the same thing from time to time, especially when everyone my age seems to be married with children.”

“Why not you?” he asked.

“Well, look at me, for one.”

He cocked his head. “That’s why I asked. Any male would be thrilled to claim you as his own.”

She laughed out loud, but it was more like a snort.

“Yes, Wilder. I have a long line of suitors. I have to beat them off with a stick.”

He nodded.

Wilder imagined she was highly sought after in the human world. She was soft, with big ripe tits and large hips and thighs. He loved a thick woman. She’d be the perfect mate, luscious and made for fucking. He felt his own cock firm up. which was ridiculous. He wasn’t human like her.

But part of him was. He often neglected his human side, choosing to live in his fur most of the time. It was easier to get around the forest, and his senses were magnified.

“If I was back in my apartment, I’d be watching some lame movie from bed, eating food I shouldn’t be eating, and thinking depressing thoughts to complete the spiral. I guess it’s not so bad being in this cave with you.” She chuckled again.

He had such prejudices regarding humans and their society because they’d proven themselves to him over and over. This girl was different. She wasn’t loud or rude or judgmental. He didn’t even mind her company. Wilder was glad he’d saved her.

“What about you?” she asked. “If this was a normal night for you, what would you be doing?”

He had to think about it. His life was calm and peaceful when humans weren’t trespassing.

“I would be sleeping.”

“Oh.”

“I prefer to hunt in the daytime,” he expanded. “I do my rounds, I read, and I tend to my bees.”

“Bees?”

“I have twenty hives.”

“Twenty? Do you sell the honey?” she asked.

“No, I eat it. It’s one of my favorite things.”

She smiled.

“I’d love to try your honey.”