Bronto's Revenge: 2 (Barbarian Lust) Page 13

  No sooner had Bronto carried Ivy inside than a T-Rex stomped through the shallow span of forest, knocking down trees. Its thick, muscular legs passed by the cave and stopped. Birmon’s mom took flight high above its head but the sound of her swooping wings remained in the immediate area.

  The T-Rex spun, its clawed feet now facing the cave. Bronto moved backward until his back hit against the rock wall. Sharp edges scraped his skin but he stayed planted. If he backed up any farther they’d end up in the tunnel. Too much smoke had filtered in it from the alien lab. If he walked down there now they’d pass out from smoke inhalation.

  “Give me your rifle,” Zypher said as he crossed the stone floor. “Vulcan’s out there alone.”

  Just then the tyrannosaur stuck its head inside the cave, snapping it jaws. The damn thing was nearly as tall and wide as the opening. It stopped and sniffed, its nostrils pointing at the deceased women, but its body was too huge to burst inside. Though if it wanted to, and Bronto hoped to hell that wasn’t the case, it had enough strength to break through the rock.

  A shot rang from Vulcan’s Barrett.

  “Rrrrraaaaggghhh.”The T-Rex roared, swinging its head side to side as it withdrew from the cave.

  Another blast echoed. A loud boom followed. The monster dropped, shooting tremors along the ground that reached Bronto’s feet.

  Zypher removed Bronto’s rifle from his shoulder, maneuvering it carefully down Bronto’s arm beneath Ivy’s back. “Let’s go before we encounter any more trouble,” Zypher said, heading outside.

  The dead T-Rex lay on its side, partially blocking the entrance. A small path remained open between its back and the outer wall of the cave.

  Bronto walked cautiously around it then jogged to the outer edge of conifers. “I can get us home from here,” he said, stepping between the trees. “Ivy and I made it on foot once before. Let’s hit it.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Ivy hiccupped. The annoying burps started during her first cup of silly elixir. The smooth-tasting liquid at least soothed her nerves. For the first time in six days following her abduction by the aliens, she was relaxed and content.

  She glanced at her forearm and ran her fingers across the bruise they’d caused when they shoved a tube under her skin. The puncture mark had healed but Bronto said that was because of Birmon. She hadn’t known. As a matter of fact she couldn’t remember anything that day after the gunfire. Bronto said she was so weak when he carried her to his hut and laid her down, she’d slept for two days. If she hadn’t yanked the tube from her arm when she’d tried escaping the species she’d be sleeping permanently.

  “Are you all right, Ivy?” Bronto asked.

  “Yes.” Rather than turn around and face him where he lay on his side propped on his arm, she shivered at the remembrance of the torture the aliens instilled. The pain in their brutal grips while dragging her to the cave hadn’t compared to the pain when they’d jabbed the tube into her arm and dug around for a vein. The weakness she endured because of the amount of blood she’d lost prior to her attempt to flee aided in her recapture. She’d actually made it to the cave entrance before they wound their arms around her and pulled her back inside. She’d been so close to dying she’d rather not think about that day anymore.

  She tightened the fur around her shoulders and sipped the elixir. Her insides were warm and tingly but she didn’t like the fuzzy feeling in her head. She set the cup down and curled onto her side on her new bed in the corner.

  Earlier she’d bathed and doused herself with Jade’s lotion. The flowery scent uplifted her mood somewhat. A very little, actually. During the past four days she’d barely stepped foot from Bronto’s hut. Not that she hadn’t wanted to but she was too leery to walk outdoors. Everyone acted exceptionally nice the few times that she had. She didn’t say much because she was too busy focusing on the wilderness and eyeing the forest, looking for things possibly hiding in the trees. She’d even moved to the corner of the hut away from the ventilation hole. That was where her fears started. In Vulcan’s hut where springy arms reached inside and wrapped around her like snakes and pulled her through the roof.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and forced her thoughts elsewhere. To Wisty. To her momma. To Bronto.

  She sighed heavily and smiled at the visual of his image when all she had to do was roll over and open her eyes. He was only an arm’s length away.

  Again she sighed. He hadn’t done anything wrong, so she had no clue why she’d turned her back on him during the past few days. He’d been nothing but tender and he hadn’t left her side but she couldn’t look him directly in the eyes. She tried but the amount of concern or pity displayed in his gaze forced her to shy away.

  Maybe it was because she no longer felt attractive—tainted in a manner of sorts by the aliens. They hadn’t assaulted her intimately but they’d pressed on her tummy with their gnarly fingers and carved a deep cut into her skin between her hipbones with their claws. They’d done the exact thing to the other women prior to removing their female organs. That was when she nearly became delirious from fear, broke free, ripped out the tube and ran.

  Bronto had yet to see that mark. She’d done her best to hide it when she stripped to bathe. It’d grown red and puffy but only hurt when she touched it.

  Chills rippled down her spine and she coughed at the first indication she was about to cry.

  She didn’t want sympathy or special attention. Gosh, she’d received enough of that lately. What had happened to her could’ve happened to anyone. She didn’t want to be treated any differently than the other tribal women. She just wanted to sit back and nurture her own wounds in her own way.

  She swallowed and batted tears from her eyes. She’d not let thoughts of the aliens completely destroy her. They might have stolen her dignity. She’d not allow them to steal the remains of her emotional strength. She already felt grotesque and poisoned from their contact. How could Bronto want her after the ordeal? Or did her tears signify guilt because she’d survived when the other females perished from their injuries? “Bronto?”

  She sensed him moving closer. Then he hovered above her, cupping his hand gently over her shoulder. “I’m right here, love.”

  Compassion saturated his actions and tone and she mentally collapsed. She’d selfishly avoided him too long and suffered needlessly without his touch or strength because of pure stubbornness. “Can you hold me?”

  The instant he snuggled protectively behind her and tucked his arm around her waist she rolled over into his embrace, facing his chest. The swift movement tugged on her belly wound but other than causing an annoying ache, it barely hurt.

  His scent reached her nose and she inhaled, savoring it. Between the masculine smell of evergreens mixed with spices and his body warmth she was content for the first time in days. The power surrounding her brought forth thoughts of the possessive cave lion and its instinct to protect.

  “I’m-I’m sorry,” she stuttered, her voice a hoarse whisper.

  “You have no need to apologize,” he replied, kissing the crown of her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “I’ve treated you so badly.”

  “You needed time to come to terms with what happened.”

  She snuggled her face against his heartbeat. “But it wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

  “It’s human nature, Ivy.”

  “You’re the most patient man I’ve ever met. Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For not giving up on me.”

  His arms tightened and he pressed his lips into her hair. “That’ll never happen, I’m afraid,” he said, his voice whisper-soft.

  The soothing thump-thump of his heart lulled her to sleep, where the nightmares from prior nights turned into peaceful dreams.

  She woke a short time later cuddled on his lap. He was leaning against the wall, a newly placed beam supporting his back. His hands were wrapped around her and clasped together at her wais
t. His labored breaths fluttered through her hair during each languid exhale.

  She rubbed her face against his bare skin and flattened her palm on his chest. Even asleep his muscles protruded as if flexed. She traced the contours with her fingertips then inched them upward to his neck. She’d desperately missed this. Touching him. Consuming him with her eyes. Having neglected the craving she’d acquired for him so deeply made it painful to breathe.

  Carefully so as not to wake him, she shifted, giving herself the ability to see his face. His features were relaxed and lips slightly parted. She outlined them with her finger then sat up and pressed her mouth against them. His eyes opened but he didn’t move as his gaze intensified, locking on hers.

  Inhaling through her nostrils, she placed her hands on his cheeks then slid them into the hair above his ears. He said nothing but he didn’t need to. His expression displayed so much emotion her heart fluttered. “Make love to me, Bronto. I need you.”

  Holding him wasn’t enough. She wanted him buried deep inside where their souls fused into one. She needed it now to become a part of his existence. The pain of separation hurt too much to survive.

  She reached between them, unhooked and unwrapped his loincloth, brushing the outside of her palm against his erection. She rose to her knees, raising the frock to the top of her thighs. After she straddled his lap she fisted his penis and guided the tip inside her vagina.

  Despite a raspy intake of air he didn’t blink or move or try to stop her. His arousal indicated he wanted, no, needed it as much as she did. Her body was as wet as his was hard, eagerly waiting to accept him.

  As she started to glide down the long shaft he inhaled sharply. She moaned while her inner walls expanded, welcoming the penetration. She nipped his lips. Lightly at first but the farther his cock sank, the more pressure she added. By the time he completely filled her, her tongue was slinking in and out of his mouth. It took unimaginable power to hold her eyes open but his gaze entranced her, lending strength.

  The warm, snug sensation inside her grew incredibly intense but she refused to move. She wanted to stay like this. Forever. Until she took her last, dying breath.

  He rested his hands on her hips but neither did he attempt to move. She couldn’t imagine what he must feel with her vagina conformed and contracting his rigid cock. The pulsations were immense and tingly pressure began to build in her chest. She broke the kiss to rest her forehead against his. “I can’t take much more like this,” she panted.

  Supporting her neck and back, he, as if she were fragile and breakable, laid her on the fur. His cock hadn’t moved. In fact the penetration deepened while he settled on top of her, between her thighs.

  Resting his arms on the outside of her shoulders, he propped himself up on his elbows and began a slow caress on the skin beneath her lower lashes with his thumbs. The pressure caused by the slight contact between their bodies hurt her tummy but she hid the symptoms.

  “Ivy?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you,” he professed.

  Tears immediately filled her eyes. Gosh, she was such an emotional wreck lately. But they weren’t tears of fear or sorrow. They were tears of happiness. Not once had she ever wept from joy. Her life consisted of survival and turmoil. Really, nothing significant or memorable happened that she cared to remember.

  She placed her palms on his cheeks. “I love you too, Bronto.”

  His erection seemed to grow, stretching her farther open. She subtly gasped. Having her heart and insides overflowing with Bronto touched her in unimaginable ways. She had no idea it was possible to feel so strongly about a man. Many of the women in her clan were involved in forced relationships for breeding. The poor souls would never experience what she did now, and that was so very sad.

  Ivy inhaled as Bronto lowered his lips to hers. The tenderness in the kiss warmed her belly. It was more of a compassionate pat of his mouth, like that of a mother kissing a child’s wound. The undertone was more nurturing than passionate. Hopefully he didn’t feel as if must treat her as such. He needn’t be overly gentle. She wouldn’t break.

  “Move inside me,” she whispered.

  Not even his kiss compared to the caring manner in which he began thrusting his penis forward and back. He hadn’t even practiced this much caution when he’d made love to her the first time. She wasn’t complaining because the long, lengthy stokes prolonged the tingly sensations building in her tummy. No words could describe the feelings slithering through her body. “Faster.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he said in between subtle nibbles to her lower lip.

  “You won’t. I promise.”

  Even so, he continued bestowing the same slow in-and-out rhythm into her vagina. Prickles evolved at the base of her spine, branching to different areas. Pressure continued building in her belly and chest. During each forward glide of his penis the force intensified, creating a sluggish burn.

  Everything moved in slow motion. The pressure. The manner in which it increased. His lips patting her mouth. His hips. Especially his hips as they worked his cock in and out. “Bron…to.” She even spoke languidly.

  “I’m here,” he breathed against her lips, withdrawing his penis until only the tip remained inside before he began to lazily insert it again.

  Tremors wavered through her shoulders, and oh gosh, the tingly pressure burst in her chest. Her belly twitched and vaginal walls constricted, pulling him deeper and deeper. He groaned. Rather than pump her insides during the internal contractions, he moved deep and circled his hips around and around.

  She gasped as the tip of his cock wedged against a mass of nerves. Sparkly lights danced through her mind. Her back arched. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

  “I love you, Ivy,” he crooned into her ear then paused to nibble her neck. “I love you.”

  His voice was a distant melody and his words were the lyrics. She’d never tire of hearing them.

  A low grunt escaped from his throat. His hips jerked. Then his hot seed erupted inside her.

  For a long while he lay holding her. She wasn’t sure exactly how long but she heard typical nightly sounds starting to occur outside the hut. Crickets chirping. Wolves howling. It’d be really nice to stand in the meadow and listen to the calming hum of the dinosaurs talking. During the past few days she’d noticed many things she hadn’t before. But she became attuned to things she once considered unimportant.

  She no longer took life for granted. It was a hard lesson but anything could happen. She thought she’d always be secure and protected when with Bronto but the aliens proved that wasn’t so. They’d abducted her while he was right outside the door. They hadn’t appeared since that day but Vulcan said it didn’t mean they’d all perished. He told the people to remain on guard and always watch their backs.

  Bronto rolled off her onto his side and partially rose on his hip. He reached for her frock, presumably to pull it down. “Dear God, Ivy,” he said aghast but he retracted his hand and whipped upright, staring at her tummy. “What did they do to you?”

  She gulped. How could she be so careless? She’d done her best trying to keep the wound hidden. Why’d she slip up now? “It’s just a scratch,” she said while trying to adjust the cloth but he grabbed her hand and squeezed.

  “It’s not just a scratch.” He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed the back sides. “It’s infected.”

  “It doesn’t hurt.”

  He bent over her waist and pressed along the outer edge of the inflamed wound. She winced and flinched and nearly flew off the ground from the intense pain. “Oww.”

  “I thought it didn’t hurt.”

  “It didn’t until you pressed on it.”

  “What did they use to cut you?”

  She turned her head and glanced at the ground. “Their claws.”

  She sensed him staring at the side of her face but she refused to answer his silent questions. Then he stood and she saw his shadow mo
ving within the firelight illuminated along the back wall.

  The door groaned when he pulled it open. She gazed across the hut. He’d dressed in his loincloth and had stepped just outside the doorway but remained within her view.

  “Jade?” he called.

  She was either nearby or inside her hut because she answered immediately. “Yes, Bronto?”

  “Can you do me a favor, please?”

  “Of course. What is it?”

  “Will you bring me bandages and antibiotic cream, please?”

  What’s that?

  “Sure. I’ll be right there.”

  When he returned he knelt down beside Ivy and covered her lower body with a fur. The entire jagged scratch was even redder and more swollen than it was earlier in the day. A yellow streak where the claws broke the skin stretched along the center. “You shouldn’t have disturbed Jade for this,” she said.

  “She was sitting outside her hut with Rocko. I won’t keep her long.”

  With Rocko? It was nice to hear he no longer shunned her. Carrying his child while he ignored her would’ve been painful to endure. Ivy didn’t wish such behavior on Jade.

  “Bronto, may I come in?” Jade asked from the door.

  “Yes.”

  She entered, carrying two bottles that resembled lotion and two white rolls of something. She smiled adoringly at Ivy before handing the supplies to Bronto. “What did you do?”

  As Bronto nudged his chin at Ivy’s belly, Jade’s gaze followed. Her mouth dropped open and she sat down at Ivy’s side. “What happened to you, baby doll?” she asked, gazing at the wound. With a gentle hand she pressed around the edges.

  Again Ivy winced.

  “Alien claws,” Bronto responded.

  Ivy swallowed. “I think they wanted to cut out my organs as they had the other women.”

  “Dear Lord,” Jade gasped. “Bronto, why hadn’t you told me?”

  “I didn’t know they’d injured her that severely,” he replied. “I just discovered the wound a few minutes ago.”

  Jade laid her hand on Ivy’s forehead then looked at Bronto. “She’s warm. It’s probably from the infection.”