Kept By the Beast by Hallie Bennett

EPILOGUE TWO

ASA

FOUR YEARS LATER

 

My heart pounds as I track my prize behind a giant boulder. Placing a steadying hand on the cold rock, she pauses, clearly straining to gauge my location above the sound of branches cracking and animals running through the forest.

“Gotcha! Now, you’re mine.” Poppy yelps in surprise as my arm snakes around her waist, whipping her back into my firm chest. We enjoy playing chase in the woods ﹘ playing up my former Beast moniker ﹘ and it never fails to get our blood pumping in arousal.

“I’m always yours,” she admits, breathless after our play.

I tilt her head with a gentle hand that spans her neck in a possessive grip. “And you always will be,” I growl before my lips take what’s mine. It’s time to enjoy the spoils of the hunt: Poppy, my wife.

A rumble of pleasure vibrates in my throat at her familiar taste, and the pain from her nails digging into my forearm heightens my senses. Five years together ﹘ four of those spent as husband and wife ﹘ and I never tire of my little flower. Sweet and delicate like her name, yet strong and resilient, too.

She survived those years spent alone just like me, and now we have our daughter, Chloe, who fills our lives with so much joy. And some of the townspeople have started to soften towards me. Apparently, having a wife and kid counts in my favor for not being as beastly as previously believed.

“You’ve caught me, so what will you do with me?” Poppy rubs her ass against my front, knowing exactly what happens next.

“Fuck you raw until my seed takes root. I want you full and round again with our baby.” She moans and increases the pressure on my cock in anticipation. We’ve talked about having another child for awhile, so I know it’s something she craves.

Poppy is a wonderful mother ﹘ attentive and understanding. And I’m determined to give my wife everything she desires. Her joy brings about my own; it’s something I’ll never take for granted.

Life gave me my soulmate all those years ago.

And I’ll never stop trying to deserve the gift of Poppy ﹘ my little flower.