Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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.
****
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.