Page 28 of Bred By the Beast

“What about the poachers?” she asked, and that uneasy slice of fear rushed down her spine. Would they ever give up, or were they still intent on seeing her dead? She didn’t like thinking about it, and wished the problem just disappeared.

“They’re still close. They’ve made camp a few miles away.”

“This isn’t good,” she said. “Why won’t they leave?”

“They’re determined to get what they want.”

“I put you in danger.” She lifted her head, and she felt her shoulders slump. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

He kissed her. “Stop it, Poppy. You’re not going to hurt me, and some hum— I mean people, they just don’t know when to let something go. It has nothing to do with you.” He kissed her lips again.

“What if I just give them the memory drive with their pictures on it?”

He shook his head. “At this point, it wouldn’t change their intentions.”

She felt an answering spark flood her whole body as she looked up at him.

They stared at one another, and it was like his eyes changed color, they went from a dark brown to almost black, then back again to brown. Poppy knew she must have imagined it. Especially as, within the next second, he picked her up in his arms and was carrying her right to their bed.

****

The poachers still being close was not Poppy’s fault. They’d been close to the house when Wilder killed one of them, which had sent them packing, but just a few miles away. They were not giving up on killing Poppy.

The only problem they had now was trying to figure out what killed their friend. He did have them afraid, but not to the point they were willing to give up on Poppy, and he didn’t like that. Also, he sensed her curiosity was getting the better of her. She kept looking at him questioningly. She wanted answers. He got it. After all, he was a bear, and he wasn’t human.

Poppy was different. He glanced over to where she lay on the bed. To keep her questions at bay, he’d made love to her all night long. He couldn’t get enough of her. There were plenty of traps around his land, and he went and set more up, so he could keep Poppy safe.

She let out a sigh, and he hadn’t even realized he’d been staring at her ass, and he quickly pulled his gaze up to look into her eyes. There was a pretty smile on her face.

“Hello,” she said.

“Good morning.”

She sighed. “It’s morning already?”

“Yes, it is.” His cock was already hard as rock. Her ass was calling to him, and he leaned over her, to kiss her cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

“You know I did. You made sure of that.”

He eased some of her hair out of the way, exposing her shoulder, and he couldn’t resist kissing her exposed flesh. In the back of his mind, he knew he could not keep the truth from her his whole life—that would be unfair, because any kids they had were going to be bear shifters. Shifter DNA was always dominant. There was no way he was not going to mate with Poppy. He dreamed of breeding her. He wanted a family. For so long now, he’d been living alone, and he hadn’t even realized what he’d been missing. He was used to the peace and quiet, and the moment Poppy entered his life, he suddenly realized he had a chance to fall in love.

He was falling for Poppy. Hard. She called to every single part of him. His heart, his soul, his need to protect her.

He moved into position over her, and he tilted her ass so she offered up her pussy. Sliding her legs open, he gripped his cock and found his way toward her core, as he pressed forward. He slid deep into her cunt, and she cried out, arching up against him. He felt every ripple of her pussy. She was already flooded with his previous releases. His scent covered her, which is one of the reasons the other animals left her alone. She was marked. She was owned. She belonged to him, and no animal within his forest wanted to make him angry.

Poppy moaned, but she didn’t pull away, she pressed up against him, wriggling her pussy right onto his dick. He gripped her hip, then he pulled out, and he looked down at where they were joined, because he thought it was a fucking marvel at how perfect they fit together. He loved how plump and inviting her ass was. Sinking balls-deep inside her, he gripped her hip and closed his eyes, feeling her warmth surround him. She was so fucking tight.

Letting go of her hip, he moved his hand between her thighs and found her warmth. The moment he reached her clit, he paused in his thrusts and focused completely on her. He massaged her clit, feeling her pussy tightening around him.

He’d spent a lot of time last night licking her pussy. She tasted so damn good. He truly couldn’t get enough. Right now, all he wanted to do was pull out of her tight pussy and lick her until she came on his mouth. Her nectar was the sweetest honey, and he truly didn’t think that was possible, as he loved the taste of his bee’s honey. He’d gladly feast on his woman all day long.

She moaned his name, and the sound echoed off the walls. It was the sweetest sound, and the moment he tipped her over the edge, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, because he was so close to coming apart. The pleasure was next level. Just with the pulsing of her pussy, he was sure he could see stars.

He couldn’t take much more, and he pulled his hand away, then gripped her hips as he pounded inside her, filling her with his hard cock. Wilder attempted to be gentle, but he was too far gone on the pleasure scale to be gentle. He thrust hard and deep, and it was like he hadn’t known release, as with a few sharp thrusts, he filled her, spilling his seed deep inside her cunt.

Wilder tried to keep most of his weight off her, but he felt a little weak after that, and every part of him tingled. Poppy wriggled beneath him, and he moved to the side, but he stayed balls-deep inside her, not giving his seed the chance to escape. He wanted every chance to make her pregnant.

“You’re frowning,” Poppy said.