Page 21 of Bred By the Beast

Poppy pushed that to the back of her mind, because at that moment, his hand was on her cheek, and she didn’t want to think about anything else. His touch set her on fire with a need that surprised her. No man had ever made her feel this way. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her own body.

She didn’t know what compelled her, but she leaned forward and turned her head to press a kiss to his inner palm. At the same time, the moment her lips touched him, she felt this wash of arousal consume her.

Wilder let out a low guttural growl, and she couldn’t resist staring at him. She was unable to look away. Their connection was strong, linking them in an unseen bond. He looked so sexy. Wilder brought his other hand up, cupping her face. Poppy wanted this, she wanted this kiss. He leaned in close and his lips brushed across hers. It was the most magical feeling in the world.

His lips were strong, but they danced across hers, feeling so light. She couldn’t help but let out a moan because it felt that good. So all-consuming. She didn’t want his kissing to stop.

She reached out and put her hands on his waist, and she didn’t know when they stood up, only that they were and Wilder’s large hands moved down toward her waist. One hand wrapped around her back, while the other sank right to her ass and gripped the flesh.

Another moan escaped her. She felt heavy, willing, and needy. Almost as if having an out-of-body experience. His touch set her on fire. Then he broke the kiss, and Poppy missed the feel of his lips already.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes.” It was such an easy question to answer. How could she not trust him? He’d taken care of her where a group of men were attempting to kill her. She couldn’t help but have a brief moment of panic knowing the poachers might not be too far away, but then again, she knew Wilder would take care of it. Her faith in him was absolute.

“Good.”

She let out a cry as he suddenly had her over his shoulder, and they were walking toward his room. How could he be that strong? He was all thick, hard muscle. She couldn’t help but admire his tight ass. She’d never considered herself an ass lady before, but Wilder’s butt in jeans looked absolutely divine. It should be illegal to look that good in a pair of jeans. The urge to give his ass a squeeze was strong, but she held herself in check, because she refused to pass that boundary and touch him in that way.

She didn’t have to wrestle with that urge for long, because within a matter of seconds, she was tossed on his bed, and he started to remove her clothes. There was no time to process what he was doing. His hands were everywhere, as she went from fully clothed to naked within minutes. Normally she’d feel insecure, but there was no time to ponder it.

He was touching her all over. Almost savagely. It was as if he’d spent a lifetime holding back. But it was definitely making her hotter. This was how she imagined he’d be in bed—almost animalistic.

She arched up against him as he went for her tits, and he cupped them in his palm. Poppy realized he was completely clothed, but as she went to reach for him to remove his clothes, his mouth was already on her. His lips were on her neck, sucking at her pulse, but he didn’t linger there, even though it sent goose bumps erupting all over her flesh. He started to kiss down her body, his mouth landing over her tits.

Poppy didn’t even realize what she was missing not having a man, until his mouth was on her body. Each touch, each lick, sent shockwaves of pleasure rushing through her body. The pleasure was intense, her pussy throbbing. As he took one nipple into his mouth, biting down on the bud, he’d quickly soothe it with the flat of his tongue. When he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked, she didn’t know if she was going to survive this pleasure.

He moved to the next nipple, giving it the same attention. Then he started to dip down, his huge shoulders engulfing her as he pushed her back. She had no choice but to lay back amongst the pillows, and he started to spread her thighs immediately. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but he answered her question without her needing to ask.

Wilder began to lick and suck at her pussy like a starved man. Almost feral. Taking her clit between his teeth and making her gasp on that fine edge between pain and pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to stand it.

He lapped at her, building the pressure in her core, and then he dipped down and she thought he was going to take her right there with his tongue, only he pulled back. Poppy didn’t know if she could take much more as he worked on her clit, sucking and lapping. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and he pushed her spiraling right over the edge.

“Wilder!” she kept chanting his name.

As she calmed a degree, she didn’t know if she should be embarrassed or not with how quickly he brought her to orgasm.

Her body didn’t even feel like her own, but somehow, as he was licking her pussy, Wilder had gotten naked. He was sexier than she even remembered. A light spattering of hair covered his strong pecs and led down, down, down. As he climbed onto the bed, it amazed her just how small she felt in comparison to him. She wasn’t used to this feeling. He was so much bigger than her in every way that counted.

Wilder rested his weight on one arm, then reached down, gripping his hard cock. She wanted to look down more, to see him, but she was so enraptured by his gaze, it was impossible for her to move. She didn’t want to.

His gaze thrilled her. Savage. Intense.

“You’re mine, Poppy.”

Then she felt the tip of him, gliding down the slit of her pussy. He bumped her clit, and even though she had climaxed just moments before, his touch stole her breath away. She couldn’t help but react to it. She was ready for this. Eager. And she was so wet.

He dipped down, and she felt the tip of him at her entrance. In one hard, sharp thrust, he filled her, sliding in deep. She gripped his arms, arching up. She closed her eyes, and he groaned, filling her with his thick cock.

He gripped her hip, and then pulled all the way out of her, only to slide back inside. It was beautiful torture. With how big he felt, Poppy expected some kind of pain, only each thrust of his cock ignited little sparks of pleasure through her whole body. She no longer belonged to herself, but was at the mercy of him. It felt so good, and she didn’t want it to stop.

Wilder did stop, though, when his cock was fully deep inside her. She felt so full, so stretched, so unbelievably claimed by this man. They stared into each other’s eyes, and it was like she couldn’t look away. his was her man.

Poppy never felt like this, so possessive, and consumed with her need to claim him. At first, she was a little unnerved, and as she stared into his dark eyes, she was pretty sure she saw a bear.

A large bear.

Kind of like the one she’d been looking for that very first day.