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  Sure they don’t, Momma. Ivy giggled. She was the woman who impressed fears of the Barbarians into Ivy and Wisteria every chance she could. She’d told them stories about how the barbaric tribe ripped people’s hearts out with their bare hands or burned them alive. Momma, Momma.

  “Where will I sleep?” Nodda asked.

  Ivy’s mouth dropped. She glanced at Wisteria and snapped it shut. “You’re staying here?”

  “Yes. Your father can worry when he returns home to find me gone. It’ll serve him right.”

  Tears filled Ivy’s eyes. She interlocked her fingers through Bronto’s and tugged him toward the fire, bypassing her mom. She and Wisty needed to tell her about her husband’s demise, but how? How could they explain she’d never see him again? And they needed to do it soon.

  Ivy’s tummy soured. Her mom was the last person she ever wanted to hurt.

  As Ivy neared the fire pit she caught a glimpse of Grunt ambling past the huts. She did a double take. Jade was trapped in front of his body by an arm folded around her neck and her eyes bulged as if she were in pain.

  “Bronto, Grunt has Jade,” Ivy blurted.

  He whipped around and ran but Rocko was already ahead of him.

  “Let her go,” Rocko shouted, coming to a halt. He then held up his hands and walked backward as Grunt moved forward. “Bronto, Zypher, Vulcan,” Rocko shouted. “Get over here.”

  Ivy gulped as all four men dashed to Rocko’s aid. “Don’t hurt her, Grunt,” Rocko said calmly. “She’s with child.”

  “Don’t hurt her, Grunt,” Grunt mocked. “She’s with child.”

  Ivy’s heart stopped. She spun around to run to her mother but Wisteria already had Nodda by the hand and was running to Ivy.

  “Rocko, it’s not Grunt,” Vulcan said. “Be careful,” he warned, unsheathing his blade. “It’s a mutant.”

  Bronto removed his blade as well. “They’ve turned aggressive.”

  “I guess it proves,” Zypher added, “the aliens haven’t left Helixis.”

  Wisteria gasped.

  Ivy embraced her mom. “Momma, you need to see this. Do you remember when me and Wisty told you about mutants the night we ran away?”

  She nodded. “I do.”

  “Well, that man isn’t human. He’s been turned into a mutant. See the scales on his legs?”

  Again she nodded.

  Wisteria placed a hand on her mom’s shoulder. “He was captured and killed for an experiment,” Wisteria explained. “By the aliens. They depleted this man of his blood to mix with dinosaur blood. Just like they did to Boar and Father.”

  Ivy held her breath, bracing herself for her mother’s outburst. Instead Nodda stepped from Ivy’s embrace. “M-my husband and son are…are dead?”

  Wisteria’s gaze softened. “Yes, Momma.”

  Nodda fell to her knees. She reached up and squeezed Ivy’s hand.

  Just then the mutant exposed its sharp teeth like an animal and leaned forward to bite Jade’s neck. Rocko lunged and punched it in the face. Its head sprang backward then forward.

  It then spun Jade around and kicked her in the belly, shoving her into Rocko. She screamed and fell to her knees, clutching her tummy. Rocko lifted her into his arms and ran toward the fire, removing her from the immediate threat.

  Ivy’s knees wobbled. She swooned into her sister.

  Vulcan swung his blade and cut the mutant’s head off. Green liquid squirted into the air, splattering the men. A stream trailed along the ground where the skull rolled and landed.

  Wisteria gasped, Ivy clamped a hand over her mouth and Nodda’s eyes bulged in horror.

  “Zypher, take the women to safety. I don’t know what this thing is going to do,” Vulcan instructed. “It’s acting differently than the others.” He moved cautiously, not removing his gaze from the mutant as he knelt beside it and stabbed it in the heart.

  Fluid gushed over its chest, pooling near its stomach.

  Vulcan glanced over his shoulder. “Bronto,” he said, lifting the mutant’s arms, “grab its legs.”

  The instant Bronto clutched its ankles it kicked its feet and its body writhed. “Hurry up, Chieftain,” Bronto urged while struggling to hold on. “This thing is refusing to die.”

  They charged past the women and threw the body into the fire. It burst into flames. Puffs of green smoke floated away in the breeze and faded in the distance.

  Her mom squeezed Ivy’s hand. “Mercy on his soul,” she whimpered.

  Bronto shook his head and stepped back so as not to inhale the rancid smoke. Those damn things were going to be the death of him. He glanced at Ivy, who stood frozen near her sister and mother. All three women appeared scared to death.

  It was too soon for Ivy to witness a mutant after her abduction. Jesus, it was too soon for anyone. He still hadn’t recovered emotionally from how close he’d been to losing her. Then to hope she was nearly back to normal only to discover the gouges across her belly flaming with an infection. Thank God for Jade because he doubted he could have cut Ivy to lance the wound. Sure, he’d played doctor numerous times on previous missions but to intentionally inflict pain on her was out of the question. Right. He would’ve done it if he had no choice. It might’ve killed him but to save her he would’ve done anything.

  Now, here the bastard aliens appeared to be starting all over.

  He ran a hand through his hair and his fingers slid through something wet. He looked at the green slime strung between his fingers then wiped it off on his loincloth. The contamination level around this place had to be at an ultimate high. Well, on him anyway. He didn’t know if the slimy liquid was infested with worms or gnats or some type of flesh-eating organisms. He needed to get rid of it before it absorbed into his blood and he turned into some kind of alien, mutant, monster species.

  “Ivy, I’m going to the lake to clean up,” he said.

  “I’m coming with you. And my mom too. The walk will do her good.”

  “Will you be all right?” he asked, referring to her wound without actually disclosing its existence to Nodda.

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Come on, Momma,” she said, urging her mother to her feet.

  The woman appeared extremely distressed and her legs wobbled as she took a stance. Her entire body trembled. Bronto lunged to help steady her if the need arose. “Are you sure she feels up to it?”

  “I don’t know,” Ivy replied. “She’s awfully weak.”

  “She can stay here with me, Ivy,” Wisteria said, taking hold of Nodda’s hands.

  “Then I’ll stay as well,” Ivy stated.

  “No, child,” Nodda said. “We’ll all go. I think a cold swim will do me good right now.”

  “You’re sure?” Bronto asked, studying her closely. She wasn’t shaking as profusely and appeared to be regaining her strength.

  “I-I can make it,” she replied.

  “Ladies, I need a minute to grab my rifle and a change of clothes. Stay here with Vulcan.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Ivy, I told you it was too soon to get the wound wet. Jade is going to kill me when she hears I let you bathe,” Bronto grumbled while he sat between Ivy’s thighs and applied fresh bandages to her belly. “She won’t care that your stubbornness gave me no choice.”

  Ivy giggled at his disgruntled tone. “But it’s clean and feels better. I’ll tell Jade the truth.” It was worth sitting in the shallow water and talking with her mom. Momma cried a lot but finally accepted the death of her husband and son. Having endured the demise of so many loved ones, Momma wasn’t a stranger to loss.

  “You do that,” he agreed.

  “I will.” When her mom had submerged herself waist-deep, Ivy couldn’t pass on the opportunity. “At least me and my mom had a nice conversation.” It also gave her a chance to clean the wound and to freshen up, having made love the night before. With her infertile phase out of the way for another twenty-something days… Oh gosh, who tended to her needs during those two days she’d slept? B
ronto knew enough about a woman’s body to…

  Ugh.

  Maybe Jade had considered Ivy’s dignity and handled the task on her own. Hopefully she’d taken it upon herself. Well, she didn’t hope but she was more hopeful she’d done it instead of Bronto. That would’ve been really…

  She couldn’t think about it anymore. Even though she tried pushing the thought aside, her cheeks felt red hot.

  She grinded her back into the fur and threw an arm over her face. The last thing she wanted to do at the moment was look into his eyes.

  “Ivy-love, what’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You were pretty chatty a moment ago.”

  A moment ago things hadn’t occurred to her. “I’m just thinking.”

  “About?”

  “About my mom.” It wasn’t a total lie. “You’re sure Jade won’t mind that she’ll be sleeping in her hut for a few days?”

  “Not at all.”

  “What if she decides to stay? What if she can’t bear being at home alone without my father? Shale is her only child residing there but she said he pays her no attention.”

  Bronto smiled and glanced at her over his nose. “Love, your mother is welcome to stay here. We’ll build her a hut.”

  Ivy’s eyes widened. “You would do that?”

  “Yes, of course.” His hand moved from her tummy to her face where he traced her jaw and chin with his finger.

  “It’s no wonder I love you, Bronto.”

  “Is it a good thing?” he asked, lowering his voice to a whisper.

  She sensed his mouth drawing near. “Yes.”

  He pressed his lips lightly to the tip of her nose. “But I love you more.”

  “How much?” She swallowed. “Tell me.”

  His warm mouth briefly touched hers and his breath tickled her cheeks. “More than life.”

  She slowly lowered her arm. “Now kiss me,” she said.

  He gently brushed his lips against hers.

  “Like you mean it, Bronto.”

  Again he lightly joined their mouths.

  “No, like this.” She palmed his face and captured his lips, forcing them apart, and slid her tongue between his teeth.

  “Mmm,” he groaned, sucking the tip.

  The sound floated through her senses and settled in her belly. A mass of flutters erupted in her chest. He lay on top of her, possessing her body, yet she felt in control of him. That one little moan explained so many things. Bringing such a powerful man to this point filled her with a sense of pride. She’d rather he lie flush against her body but knew by the way he held himself above her that he wouldn’t put any weight on her wound.

  “Bronto, I can’t wait,” she said, sliding her hand down his flexed stomach and unlatching his loincloth.

  His cock sprang free and settled on her tummy. She fisted the thick shaft and ran her thumb over the top, spreading the moisture along the outside to the lower ridge. “Please,” she begged, “I need to feel you inside me.”

  He released a shaky breath through his nose. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  She nodded.

  “Wrap your legs around my back.”

  As she locked her ankles at his lower spine she guided his cock to her entrance and slipped the tip in. She’d never tire of stretching to receive him, and that first little plug was always so exciting. She hissed and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. “Push it in. Deep.”

  She loved his compliant side and as he inserted his cock she closed her eyes to concentrate on her inner walls expanding to welcome his entire shaft.

  “Ivy, give me your hand.”

  She offered it without a second thought but when he placed it between her thighs, her lids popped open.

  “Rub your clitoris, love.”

  “Bronto, I—”

  “I can’t balance myself on one arm to do it.” He lowered his face and brushed his lips against hers. “It’ll feel good no matter who’s fondling you.”

  “But I don’t know what that is,” she said, her face smoldering.

  He transferred his weight to one arm and maneuvered his free hand between their bodies. “This,” he said, gliding his finger in circles around the sensitive bud between her womanly folds, “is your clit.”

  The tingles were instant. Her breath caught and she snapped her eyes shut. Without further instruction she moved his finger aside and began stroking herself. She dipped her fingertip into the wetness surrounding his cock and dragged it to the nub. The slippery assistance intensified the sensation and she rocked her bottom off the ground.

  “Just like that,” Bronto encouraged while he began a subtle thrust of his hips. Sweat beaded along his brow and his arms trembled while holding his weight. “Give yourself what you need.”

  She nodded because she couldn’t speak. Touching herself as he pumped his cock in and out of her provided more pleasure than imaginable. She felt nearly as naughty as when she’d imagined Bronto touching his shaft. Did he capture the same thrill she experienced?

  Funny, she didn’t feel awkward or modest or ashamed. She only hoped Bronto received some type of pleasure from witnessing her actions.

  She increased speed, rubbing her finger around and around, which shifted the pace of her hips. She lifted her rear end and grinded her body against his. His measurable strokes turned forceful and quick. She moaned, arching her neck. His lips played over the tender skin and sucked. A sizzling pressure built in her tummy and raced to her chest. Over and over he pumped into her, each stroke forcing her to the bursting point. She rubbed the nub harder and harder. The more it swelled, the more intense the feelings grew. She rolled it and pinched it and pressed until her insides exploded.

  “Bronto,” she whimpered, overcome by pleasure.

  She couldn’t stand any more friction and retracted her fingers. He briefly took hold of them and placed them in his mouth, sucking her leftover juices. And mercy, a thrill raced through her blood. The hot, moist, cushiony contact was more than she could bear. Her belly jerked and inner walls clenched his cock.

  He released her fingers and lowered his mouth to hers. She tasted herself on his lips. She hadn’t expected that but it was the most intimate moment of her life. His tongue slid between her teeth and moved to the rhythm of his hips. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Then he groaned, rammed his shaft deep and stilled as his seed saturated her insides.

  Little by little he withdrew his penis. She clamped his bottom and tried forcing him back in. “Not yet. Put it back. I ache without it.” She now knew precisely what Wisteria meant when she’d said it hurt to pull it out. She wasn’t lying because the emptiness caused a bitter pain.

  He reached between their bodies and worked his cock back inside her. For a long time he remained propped on his elbows gazing into her eyes. “Ivy?”

  “Mm-hmm?”

  “Are you sure you’re up to this, love?”

  Her breath caught as his penis grew, stretching her vaginal walls. “Yes.”

  “Good, because this man hasn’t finished with you yet.” He ran his finger along the outline of her cheek. “We have a week’s worth of time to make up and I have the urge to manage it by morning.”

  Just then female whimpers echoed from outside.

  Bronto stiffened. Ivy glanced around the hut, focusing on the fire’s shadow dancing along the far wall. “Did you hear that?” she whispered.

  “I sure did. Shhh.” He dressed in his loincloth and stood. “Stay right there,” he said as he picked up his rifle and strolled to the door.

  “No,” she blurted in a low voice. “I’m going with you. What if it’s an alien and it’s trying to lure you outside?”

  “You’re right.” He nodded and held out his hand. “Come on.”

  She dashed to her feet so fast it took a moment for the painful stretch of her belly to register. But it did with breath-stopping pain. She bit on her lower lip until the throb eased then she adjusted the frock around her thighs and walked to th
e doorway.

  “Stay behind me, love. If I tell you to run, get inside Vulcan’s hut as fast as you can.”

  Nodding, she gripped his fingers and followed him outside, staying as snug as possible to his back. This was creepy and scary and she trembled in fear.

  The moonlight offered enough lighting to give them a clear view of the surroundings. The forest was completely dark, though, and she felt as if numerous eyes were on her. And they probably were because many men stood guard in the trees. Gosh, she hoped it was the guards who were unnerving her.

  She gulped and squeezed Bronto’s hand. He stopped at each hut and assessed the large space between them before moving on to the next. When they reached Vulcan’s the whimpers started again.

  Trees rustled. Bronto halted. Ivy slapped a hand over her mouth. Bronto must have sensed she was ready to scream because he released her fingers, reached backward and draped his arm across her lower spine.

  When the trees rustled again, he pulled her closer.

  A shadow emerged.

  “If you keep it up, I’m going to drop you,” Zypher said, his voice filtering through the darkness.

  Ivy melded against Bronto and sighed in relief.

  “Zypher, what are you doing?” Bronto asked.

  As Zypher materialized from the shadows, Ivy noticed he was carrying a woman. A Mountain Slayer female with knotted hair who looked as if she’d been beaten.

  Ivy gasped. “What are you going to do with her?”

  He glanced at the female and grinned. “I found her. I’m keeping her.”

  About Jennifer LaRose

  Jennifer LaRose resides in Ohio, where she was born and raised. She is surrounded by loving family and friends, whose charm and wit never cease to amaze her. They serve as the backbone, encouragement and inspiration to her writing career.

  Jennifer works full-time in the healthcare field, plays the non-stop domestic role, and writes during every available moment in between. She is multi-published, writes in other genres, and loves to receive mail from her readers.