Page 3 of Bred By the Beast

“You need to move faster,” he said.

“I can’t,” she said. “I just can’t move anymore.” She leaned a hand against a tree, barely able to catch her breath.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Carry me? That won’t make us faster. I’m not exactly a lightweight.”

“You’re a tiny little thing. Come here. I’ll carry you.”

“I don’t know...”

“Would you rather deal with the hunters and their guns?” he asked.

“Okay, fine. Whatever.”

He wasn’t sure if he should throw her over his shoulder or carry her in his arms. He’d never transported a human female through the forest before.

She reached for him and he picked her up. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, it took him by surprise. His cock twitched on instinct, but he refused to acknowledge it. He had to hoist her higher with a hand under her ass. She was thick in all the right places—just like a female bear.

He’d find one of his nearby caves and bunker down until morning. Once the hunters were gone, he’d help her back to the mainland parking lot where her little blue car was parked. Hopefully that would be the end of this unwanted adventure.

Wilder enjoyed his privacy and the silence of the forest. The only pleasures he allowed himself were honey and strong coffee. He didn’t need this little blonde in his life. And whether he believed it or not, neither did his bear.

Chapter Two

Poppy was not used to anyone being able to lift her. She’d always been considered overweight. It was something her doctors constantly moaned about. Even when she lost weight, they were not happy. She did her best to stay as healthy as possible.

Whoever this man was, he clearly was strong, and she held onto him, consciously aware of his hand on her ass. She tried not to think how good that hand felt. It was not appropriate to be attracted to a man she didn’t know. He shouldn’t even have his hands on her.

The panic kept rising, as she was pretty sure she heard those poachers in the near distance. Disgusting people. She had come to realize there was a reason she was alone, single, and quite happy to be that way. Most people were not nice. Like those freaking poachers who killed animals. Anyone who hurt an animal was filth to her.

She took a deep breath. The poor bear. What if this guy was right and it had little babies that were now at risk of dying because of the actions of those selfish men?

“You’re angry?” Wilder asked.

This made her frown. “What?”

“Why are you angry?”

“Because of those men. They’re horrible. I mean, I know bears can be dangerous, and they attack, but they’re the ones hunting it. This is their domain. This is not a place for humans.”

“Why are you here then?” Wilder asked.

“I was hoping to take a picture of some big beast. I wasn’t going to kill it. I just wanted to take a picture.”

“And you think you have a right to take it?” Wilder asked.

This made her frown. Throughout history people had taken pictures, but he was right, who really did have the right to take something like that?

“I honestly don’t know.”

She looked at her camera, feeling a little deflated.

“At least it will help bring those men to justice,” she said.

Widler snorted. “Yes, because you humans are known for making the right decisions.”

She couldn’t help but tense up. “People are brought to justice.”