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  It grew in his hand right before her bulging eyes. “No, it’s okay. I bathe in cold water every day.”

  He grinned. “It’s foam. It expands,” he explained as he rubbed it on her shin and spread it from her ankle to her knee.

  It was very slippery and soft, not at all what she’d expected.

  “This may feel a little strange,” he warned her right before he slid the razor along the side of her calf.

  “It tickles.” Not in a funny manner but in a tantalizing way. Nearly as intrusively pleasing as his tongue and lips had been when he’d run them all over her body last night. Her eyes snapped closed and she chewed her bottom lip as the vision consumed her.

  As he dragged the razor up and down, removing the cream one strip at a time, she gasped and sucked in a mouthful of air.

  To her dismay the motion stopped. “Would you like to try now?” Vulcan asked.

  “No. Not yet.”

  “Then scoot closer so I can reach your thigh.”

  She nodded and situated her bottom between his legs while he guided her sideways into a workable position. Both legs were draped over one thigh while her lower back rested against the inside of his other. Not too uncomfortable but interesting.

  Another dose of cold water flowed over her skin but this time it ran over her clitoris and vagina. She gasped and her eyes popped open. “Vulcan!” She didn’t mean to shout but it’d caused a shock. In a good way. Mmm. A very good way.

  “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  He didn’t look sorry. Actually his smirk indicated he’d done it on purpose.

  She tilted her head back and as she adjusted to the cold, thrilling awakening he began spreading the cream on her thigh. To the center. Then higher. So high his fingertips brushed the skin surrounding her vagina. She was still too sensitive for that type of play but it tingled and she wiggled her bottom on the ground. “Mmm, I like shaving,” she said on the trail of a sigh.

  “Do you now?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Much more than having her hair toyed with.

  She squeaked when he grazed her private area again, right before the razor slid up the inside of her thigh. She looked at his face only to discover another smirk.

  A languid graze of his finger to her clitoris caused her hips to flinch upward and she shuddered. From the corner of her eye she saw the outline of his hard cock pushing against the loincloth.

  “Don’t move too much, sweetheart. I don’t want to cut you.”

  “Then stop touching me.”

  He maneuvered the razor until the shaving cream had disappeared and she was grinding her hips on the ground from all the attention he’d paid to her female parts.

  “Other leg,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into her hair and biting her ear. “Flip over.”

  Just as she fully opened her eyes and started to rise, he lifted her as if she were no heavier than air and resituated her between his legs.

  He quickly cleared her lower leg of hair then he slowed down the process when he reached her thigh. He brought his opposite hand forward and used it as a vise to spread and hold her legs open. It was those fingers, those large, aggressive, impatient fingers that slid inside her folds and massaged her clitoris.

  Her lids fluttered closed and she tilted her face upward. Within the obstruction of her vision the sensations grew stronger. Along with every tiny bump of the razor grazing her shinbone she felt a finger slip deeper inside her vagina. He mimicked the motion of the razor, up, up, up then down, down, down, then up once more a little faster, only to repeat the finger penetration during the next strip. Slow penetration. Agonizingly slow. By the time he finished and applied the lotion to her legs, she was drenched and mindless with desire.

  “Wisteria?”

  “Mm-hmmm?”

  “Give me your hand,” he said, lifting it before she had the chance.

  Not a thought crossed her mind as he lowered it between her thighs. Not until he guided her index finger between her folds and held it flush against her clitoris. Her eyelids flew open.

  “It’s okay,” he assured her. “Either close your eyes or look into mine.”

  She utilized the least painful option and closed her lids but she stiffened to the point her shoulders ached and her spine dug into his leg.

  “Relax,” he soothed, maneuvering her fingertip in circles. “Just relax.”

  Her shoulders slightly collapsed and her hips began to move in a miniscule rotation.

  “That’s it. It doesn’t matter who’s touching you, it still feels good.”

  She listened to his intake of air. Little by little his breaths increased, the rushed air thumping in her ears. It was the sound he made when making love and she realized how desperately he must want her now.

  The discovery flourished inside her like a blossoming flower and it became her goal to see how far she could take him.

  Without a thought of humiliation or shame or dread, she took over the motion of her finger and rubbed herself hard and fast. So fast he retracted his hand. But she felt his eyes boring into her. There. Right there. Into her most intimate place.

  The thrill was beyond words. So were his periodic groans and the magical feelings brought on by touching herself. Her finger was drenched and slippery and she took things a step further and shoved it into her vagina.

  “Jesus, Wisteria,” Vulcan growled, fumbling with his loincloth. “Save some for me, sweetheart.” He sat her up, stood then tossed the cloth aside before he retrieved a condom from the box near their bed by the fire. He rolled the condom over his cock, stroking his hand up and down the long shaft, teasing her as he sat down on the fur. “Come here,” he commanded.

  She tried gaining composure as the visual of him touching himself surpassed the effect of touching herself. Slowly she climbed to her feet and strode across the hut. She straddled his legs and sat down on his thighs, gripping his face in her hands. “Rut me, Vulcan,” she begged in an unfamiliar voice. “Like a Barbarian.”

  She lowered her lips and devoured his mouth. Desperate to satisfy her hunger, she rubbed and circled her tongue around his, inserting it deeper and deeper toward the back of his throat.

  He lifted her by the hips, situated his cock head at the opening of her vagina then shoved her downward, embedding the entire length inside her body.

  “Ahh,” she whimpered, tossing her head back, exposing her neck, which he took the liberty to nibble. The depth in that position filled her beyond any expectations. It was exactly what she needed to appease the craving.

  “Ride me,” he growled.

  “How?” she squealed.

  He grabbed her hips and raised her up then slammed her down, shoving his cock deep. Over and over her bottom slapped his thighs. When she’d ridden him without the help of his hands, he slipped his fingers between their bodies and rubbed her clitoris. Not too lightly. Not too hard. Firmly with pressure and an occasional pinch. In her state she didn’t need more arousal. She needed to burst. Right. Now.

  The pressure fizzing through her blood became unbearable. It branched beyond her chest, and her entire body felt ready to explode.

  “Vulcan, do something,” she whimpered, ramming her hips downward and mashing her rear end into his legs. “Please,” she begged, “please release the Barbarian. I…I…can’t”

  “Now,” he blared, pressing his thumb into her clitoris right before he flipped her onto her back and pumped into her so fast and hard her body jerked up and down. “Let go now,” he ordered as he placed his hands on the sides of her head and devoured her mouth.

  Her belly twitched. Her heart lurched. Then all at once her insides burst into teeny fractions of light. She shattered and unwound. And lowered her face to his neck and bit his shoulder hard.

  “Squeeze my cock,” he grimaced through clenched teeth, fisting her hair. “Do it.”

  She did, holding the constriction as long and as tightly as possible. His shoulders stiffened. His back turned into a mass of rock-hard muscle. And while she locked her
ankles around his waist, deepening the penetration, he pounded her insides.

  The banging triggered another internal explosion. Her tummy tightened then jerked. Her insides constricted, pulling his cock impossibly deeper. Within the bright, colorful blast, while holding the back of his head and pressing teeth into his flesh, she realized how much he meant to her and how much she needed him. She wanted to grow old with this man. Without him her life held no meaning.

  He groaned and again devoured her mouth, their chests pressing together, his hot cock pulsing.

  Drained of strength and nearly weeping, she relaxed, concentrating on the sensation as his penis turned limp inside her. Even completely flaccid it was still large and she felt every slight twitch.

  She held him, listening to his puffs of breaths and waiting until the pace of his rapid heartbeat thumping against her breasts returned to normal.

  Hesitantly she sat up, gazing into his eyes, and she began caressing his cheek with her palm. For a long time she studied him, tracing his masculine facial features with her fingertips. She could never, ever imagine her mother and father acting this way, though it explained why they had twelve children.

  She inwardly groaned. It was not the time to think of her parents.

  “Vulcan, where did all of these things come from? Barbarians have unique weapons, but they don’t possess razors and bottles of lotion. Who are you?”

  He rolled her bottom lip with his thumb and smiled. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear the truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Get dressed.”

  She slid off his lap and walked to the waterhole, not giving her nakedness a thought. After she submerged a small leather cloth in the water pool she cleaned herself then stepped into her garments.

  Her tummy filled with warmth while watching Vulcan tug on and fasten his loincloth. She’d never tire of looking at his body or his fingers while he touched himself, regardless of how innocent.

  “Ready?” he asked, his lids narrowed as he backed to the doorway and opened the flap.

  Wisteria latched on to his outstretched hand and followed him outside, staring at his masculine shoulders.

  He stopped just past the hut. She nearly bumped into him but she laid her fingers on his arm to avoid the collision. His muscles hardened beneath her touch and they flexed when he reached forward to light a torch.

  He tilted his head and smiled. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”

  She sighed in a breath of contentment when he squeezed her hand and led her into the forest a great distance from the huts. The thick pines swallowed them but he skillfully maneuvered the flame around the branches. She paid closer attention to his body than the torch, her insides kindling as hot as the fire. When they reached a small clearing she peeled her eyes off his body and watched as he squatted near a stick wrapped with a cloth.

  Vulcan sensed Wisteria’s eyes on his back as he located the door and yanked it open by the handle. She gasped when the hinges creaked and he flipped the wooden lid over, laying it on the ground.

  He walked down the first three steps and turned, offering his hand. “Be careful. You have to walk down a flight of stairs.”

  “Stairs?” She tried glancing inside the opening.

  He maneuvered the torchlight to shine directly upon the first step. “Lower one foot at a time to the board.”

  She lowered her right then quickly retracted it.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I won’t let you fall.” He took hold of her ankle and guided it to the step. “There you go. Now lower your other foot.”

  He guided her down all ten steps until she stood on solid ground. She gawked at the ten-by-ten enclosure as he lit additional torches on the walls. The space illuminated in a soft glow. Discovery of the unknown must have frightened her because she grabbed hold of his forearm and wouldn’t let go.

  After he lit the final torch above the computer table she stood with her mouth open, marveling at all the equipment.

  “Where are we? What is all of this stuff?”

  “We’re in our underground weapons shelter.” He pointed to a metal shelf loaded with artillery, ammunition and a multitude of large and small boxes filled with numerous supplies. “Those are guns and boxes of bullets. They can be used to hunt, like spears and knives, amongst other things.” He pulled the chair away from the table. “Sit down and I’ll show you the computer.”

  “Where did it come from? We don’t have the proper materials to make those types of weapons.”

  “We brought them with us.”

  She glanced at him as he guided her onto the chair. “We?”

  “My unit. Do you remember when I told you there are numerous planets in the sky?”

  She nodded, studying his eyes closely.

  “Well, Tyran, Zephyr, Trice, Bronto, Jade, Ruby, Pearl and I came here from planet Earth. There were two other gentlemen but they perished during an attack on our tribe.” He squatted beside her and rested his hand on her thigh. “We were sent here on a mission by our government.”

  She looked overhead then glanced at Vulcan. “That’s a long drop.”

  “We didn’t drop from the sky, sweetheart. We arrived in a shuttle.”

  Her brows scrunched.

  “It’s hidden miles and miles from here.”

  “What’s a government?”

  He smiled. “A group of leaders. They make rules for my country that the people have to abide by.”

  “Like your chieftain position in the Barbarian tribe?”

  “Exactly.”

  She made a quick visual sweep of the shelter. “And your mission?”

  This was the part he regretted. The disclosure of the assignment as he’d known it, along with the inevitable ending. He didn’t want her suspecting he’d used her for research purposes. She was so much more than textbook material. Actually he didn’t look at her any differently, nor compare her to his American people in any way. He enjoyed teaching her words from his vocabulary and introducing her to objects from modern-day Earth. Never would he use her as an example. Ever. “We were sent to document the lifestyles of the people here.”

  Her jaw dropped and eyes widened. “You’re going to tell them everything we’ve done?”

  “No. What happened between you and me is personal.” He slid his finger along the bridge of her nose and smiled. “Things like what foods you eat, what type of clothes you wear, how the clans and tribes interact with each other. It’s all generalized information they’re seeking.”

  “Then what?”

  “We gather what information we can then we hand it to the government when we return to Earth.”

  Her eyes broadened and she dug her nails into his arm. “You’re leaving?”

  “Eventually, but not right away. Not until they give us clearance. So far, I suspect we haven’t obtained the exact information they’re looking for.”

  She lowered her gaze to the ground and spun sideways in the chair, shunning him with her shoulder. “Can we return to your hut now? I’d like to lie down. I don’t feel very well.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Chieftain!”

  Vulcan jumped off the ground, wrapping a hide around his hips, then bolted to the doorway. “What is it, Trice?” he asked, tossing the flap aside.

  “Bronto’s group just returned from their hunt, sir. They’ve located something near the mountains they want you to see.”

  Vulcan stole a glance at Wisteria, where she remained lying near the fire. Unsure whether or not she was still asleep, he stepped outside. “What did they find?”

  “Eggs, sir.”

  “Eggs,” Vulcan repeated, trying not to grin. Unfortunately he failed. Chuckling, he ran a stiff hand through his hair. “You honestly disturbed me for this?”

  “He said they’re huge. He has no doubt what laid them is what caused the quakes.”

  Damn, he was serious about this. Vulcan instantly sobered. “How huge?”
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br />   Trice lowered his hand and sized up the distance between his palm and the ground. “Bronto said they’re about two feet in diameter. And I must say they’ve unnerved him.”

  “I can understand why. Tell him to stay mounted while I gear up. Also, find Tyran. Tell him he’s joining us. Make sure he grabs his camera.”

  After Trice jogged toward the group of men, Vulcan entered his hut. When done dressing in his furs he slipped his feet into a pair of leather boots, retrieved the bison headpiece then glanced at Wisteria. He didn’t want to leave her so soon after having made love but his responsibility to the tribe trumped all emotions.

  Utilizing their most important rule—never leave the camp unarmed—he sheathed a dagger in a shoulder harness then sauntered across the hut and knelt beside his woman. Yes, his woman. He’d claimed her…branded her skin with his lips…caressed her insides with his cock…marked her in ways only a man understood.

  Although she stirred and rolled onto her back she appeared to be still asleep. He placed his lips to her ear anyway to speak to her through her dreams. “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered softly so as not to startle her. “Don’t go to the lake, Wisteria. Stay in my camp where you’ll be safe.”

  Her eyes fluttered open. “Where are you going?” she asked, her gaze a groggy image of her voice.

  “My men have discovered something they want me to see. Promise me you won’t wander anyplace alone.”

  She covered herself with a hide and sat upright on a hip, placing her hands on the ground to support the position. “How long will you be gone?”

  The long trek to the mountains would take at least three hours and with the current time nearing noon, he estimated his arrival home around dinner. Gazing adoringly into her eyes, he brushed strands of hair from her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. “I’ll return before dusk. Jade will make sure you have everything you need. Promise me you’ll be waiting.”

  She studied him as if she had numerous things to say. “I promise.”

  “Stay away from the lake until I return. If you need to utilize the woods, take a female with you. I don’t want you to venture anywhere alone.”