Chapter Eight
What did he mean by how far he’d go to protect her?
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.
It made no sense to her, but Poppy wasn’t afraid of this bear, because it was magnificent. She watched the reflection in Wilder’s eyes. There was no way she was going to be able to tell anyone about this, because it didn’t make any sense to her.
He took hold of her hand and clasped it beside her head. He did the same with her other hand, and again put it at either side of her head. There was nowhere for her to go. She was at his mercy.
But Wilder was not going to hurt her.
Mate.
Mine.
Keep him.
Those words rang through her mind, and she couldn’t make any sense of them. This felt like fate. Actually, it felt deeper than fate. This was meant to be. She belonged to Wilder. This made total sense to her now.
Together.
Life mates.
And then, he started to fuck her, and Poppy’s mind was completely blown, as she slipped into ecstasy.
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Wilder made his way toward the poachers. By now, they would have found one of their dead men, and as he got closer, he heard the panic.
He was in his bear form, as his senses were on even higher alert from this angle. After making love to Poppy all night long, he’d left her in bed, so he could check the threat and danger. The rest of the men were around a small fire. The embers already smoldering away.
“We just need to leave it,” one of them said.
“We’re not leaving until we take care of business.” This came from another.
“What about fucking Lionel? You saw that mess. Whatever did that to him is still out there!”
Wilder smelled the fear like acid in the air. He liked that they were scared but like most humans, they were also stubborn and if they were not careful, that would be their undoing.
He watched them for several minutes as one of them argued, and another sat quietly.
They were not going to give up on Poppy, and that made them even bigger fools than he expected.
They were not going to get to her. That was a battle they had already lost long ago.
They continued to argue, but Wilder had seen enough.
His perimeter was secured, and he got to his home and let himself inside, putting on the locks.
He’d already changed back into his human form, because he knew Poppy was not ready to see him as a bear—if ever.
He needed to gain more of her trust first. Also, he knew her body was ready to take him and to mate.
His bear wanted to breed her, to fuck her day and night until she was so full of his cum she’d become pregnant with his cub.
Their cub. She’d be a perfect mother, he knew that.
He took a couple of steps inside his home, closed his eyes, and inhaled her fragrance.
The moment she stepped into his world, her scent had been all over everything, and it made his mouth water for a taste of her.
His cock was already standing at attention and even though he spent last night balls-deep inside her, he knew it still wasn’t enough.
He needed more. He’d been pent up for decades, and now that he had his mate, he wanted to enjoy her.
Wilder made his way toward his bedroom, and he let himself inside, and sure enough, there she was, blanket covering her ass, but her legs and upper back were exposed. She lay on her stomach, one leg cocked to the side, but the blanket hindered his view.
He climbed onto the mattress and pressed a kiss to her calf. Then he moved to her other calf and started to make his way up the bed, shoving the blanket right out of his way. He stared at her shapely ass.
Poppy let out a moan.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m staring at this curvy ass,” he said, and he squeezed the cheeks together, but then couldn’t resist sinking his teeth gently against one full cheek.
She let out a little yelp, and tried to pull away, but he was not going to let her go that easy. Moving to her other cheek, he bit that one as well.
“Sensitive, baby?” he asked.
“I’m not used to someone playing with my ass.” She sounded a little breathless, and he scented her arousal. Letting go of her ass, he slid a hand between her thighs, dipping his finger into her tight cunt, feeling how wet she was.
She rocked against his hand, and he rewarded her by adding a second finger. She started to wriggle, and Wilder wanted to taste her, to pleasure her. When she screamed his name, nothing else compared.
He fucked her a few times, then pulled his fingers from her pussy, to which she gave a subtle moan of protest. This made him laugh, and he couldn’t resist swatting her ass, and then rolled her to her back. Right when he spread her legs, she gasped.
“Wilder, what are you doing?” she asked.
He loved the shocked surprise in her voice, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“I want your pussy on my face.”
He held her hips and then lowered his mouth to her pussy.
He slid his tongue against her clit, then glided down to penetrate her perfect pussy.
The taste of her called to his bear. He’d never been so attuned to his bear, especially when it came to mating with a female.
He flicked her clit with his tongue relentlessly, noticing the instant change in her.
Poppy was not used to being touched, and with just a few strokes of his tongue, he sent her over the edge into an orgasm that had her slapping the bed, and her fists tightening within the sheets.
Another moan echoed off the walls. Wilder wasn’t happy with how fast she came, and now he intended to prolong it.
He wanted her to be completely blown away by the pleasure, so he went back to her cunt and plunged his tongue inside, tasting her creamy release, rubbing his face across her folds.
Slowly, he ate her pussy, and when she couldn’t take any more, he took her clit gently between his teeth until she was writhing on the bed.
She was so close, but this time, he didn’t push her over that edge. He kept her balanced at the peak, forcing her body to build to an even better orgasm.
His cock was rock hard, and he just wanted to thrust deep inside her.
Wilder pushed his own needs out of his mind and focused on his woman. Building her up, taking her to that edge was all that mattered to him.