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)
“It’s fine. I just have to get used to the fact you’re a bear ... shifter?” She smiled and frowned. “So, you don’t use that room anymore?”
“No, I never lose control.”
“This is probably good.”
“Do you want to run away?” he asked.
“No, I want to understand you more, and it makes so much sense. Like I said, it explains the bees and the way animals react to you. It kind of all falls into place, and makes me think everything is a little less weird.”
“Are you tempted to take a picture and send it into the press?” Wilder asked.
She frowned. “Absolutely not. No. I would not do that to you.” It was different when she thought of him as just being a bear, something rare and majestic. He was still rare and certainly majestic, only hunters, poachers, other people would gravitate to these parts to find him, to hunt him, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. Rushing toward her camera, which against all odds had actually survived all of the chaos, she held it out to Wilder. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Within it was the evidence of the poachers, as well as a possible, singular shot of Wilder as a bear.
“This is yours. All of it. Do with it as you wish.” She went onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
They’d not had sex for the last two weeks. Wilder was being the perfect gentleman, but the moment his grip tightened around her waist, she couldn’t help but gasp. The way he touched her, it brought back so much passion and spark.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Letting him know how much she needed him. In response, Wilder grabbed her ass, but this time, he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her toward his bedroom.
Within seconds, he had her on her back, as he pressed his cock against her core. She started to tear at his clothes, wanting to get him naked. His body was raw masculinity and she’d never get enough of him. Knowing he was also a bear was somehow a turn on.
“You’re mine, Poppy,” he said, stripping her clothes off.
“Yes, yes, I’m all yours.” She felt desperate. Poppy didn’t know what was riding her, just that she couldn’t help herself.
Wilder kissed her, and then trailed his lips down her body, taking one nipple, then the other. She was putty to his demands. She didn’t want him to stop. Her body was at his mercy.
He licked at her nipples, sucked on the buds, and glided his tongue further down her body, until he got to her pussy. Wilder pressed his hands on either side of her thighs, holding them open, and then, his tongue began to work between her thighs. He licked up and down her clit, going down toward her cunt, penetrating her.
She felt mindless. Needing his cock. It was a compulsion.
She came so close to her orgasm, and Wilder held it back, moving between her spread legs, and she looked into his eyes. She knew she saw the bear and Wilder at the same time, and there was no fear. The truth hadn’t scared her. It felt like it had finally set her free.
She cried out, instantly seeing bliss as he pressed forward, taking her in a long, hard, searing stroke. He pulled out, and he wasn’t too gentle as he slammed balls-deep back inside her. He was so long and thick, more than she’d ever imagined possible.
This was different. It felt more powerful, and the orgasm it was stronger than ever. He didn’t need to touch her, but she felt herself going to that edge, and he pushed her over the brink, and there was no control. She shattered into a million pieces, and the pleasure rushed through her.
She screamed his name, and then Wilder sped up. Poppy realized, all this time, he’d been holding back for her. Did he think his bear repulsed her? Now there was no reason to hold back anymore.
****
Wilder looked out into the darkened sky, with more questions than answers. Alder hadn’t exactly been clear. He’d been using the humans to what? Round up bears, hunt them down, and force them to mate amongst their own kind. He was an extreme purist, and he should really mind his own fucking business.
Both Wilder’s parents had been bears, and yet that hadn’t stopped humans from killing them. Bears were not stronger together, but he felt like he needed to hunt for Alder.
It had been a long time since he met another bear shifter, and although he couldn’t fucking stand Alder for the fact he worked with humans, he couldn’t deny that the other man might have some knowledge he might need.
It had been nearly three months since Poppy learned the truth about him, and he knew they had a true mating. He’d felt the difference in him, but also, he sensed the chance within Poppy.