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  He kissed every portion of her face. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” While patting his lips along her cheek to her lips, he began to very slowly move his hips back and forth.

  She didn’t know what she felt but it wasn’t pain. Fullness. Stretching. Deep internal throbs racked her inner walls, pulling and forcing him deeper.

  She froze to concentrate on his shaft slipping in and out. The feelings taking place inside her were unbelievably beautiful. They were not only physical but soul-joining and she felt closer to Bronto than to any other living human being.

  “Ivy?”

  She opened her eyes. He’d braced himself on his elbows while his gaze traced her face. His expression was laced with adoration and compassion and her heart swelled. “Yes?”

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.”

  He lowered himself briefly for a nip at her lips. “Pull your knees to your chest so I can deepen the penetration. I’m not completely inside you yet.”

  Deepen? Oh gosh.

  “It’s not possible,” she hissed through a catch of breath.

  “It is. I won’t hurt you.”

  As she complied, pulling her legs forward and holding them in place, her insides opened, receiving his entire shaft. And it was the most fulfilling, exquisite sensation she’d ever experienced.

  It was so intense she gasped.

  “Now you’re feeling it, love.”

  “Yes,” she groaned. She was. But she didn’t want to lie there holding her legs. She wanted to touch him and taste him and breathe in his scent. Without another thought she wrapped her legs around his back and latched on to his forearms.

  Ever so slowly he began pumping his hips, drawing additional groans from deep in her throat. “Move with me,” he whisper-growled. “When I push forward, shove yourself against me.”

  “’Kay,” she whimpered, nodding slightly. During the next insertion she complied, pressing her bottom upward off the ground. And oh dear mercy she couldn’t bear the friction and fullness and tingles. And when he increased speed she copied the pace but nearly passed out.

  “You’re doing good. Feel the difference?”

  “Yes,” she squeaked, digging her nails into his skin as pressure steadily built inside her chest. It came upon her much more forcibly this time and during each forward thrust of his organ it intensified. Her insides swelled, melding to his flesh, and although her mind was fading her body came alive.

  She tightened her legs, pulling him closer. His chest rested against her breasts. Skin on skin. He captured her mouth at the same time she grabbed hold of his rear end and pressed him into her. While grinding her bottom she squeezed his organ with her inner walls.

  “That’s it, love.” He moaned into her mouth and sucked her tongue. Then the strokes of his shaft changed from long and fast to hard and quick. So quick she could barely keep up.

  The pressure turned explosive and as he rammed her over and over, his heavy breaths raging in her ears, it felt as if the ground dropped from beneath her.

  Sparkly lights danced before her eyes. Her chest heaved and belly jerked. Inner contractions gripped his shaft and an array of beautiful colors burst in her mind.

  “Jesus, Ivy,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  After one more deep, forceful thrust, his organ pulsed and hot liquid squirted her insides.

  She held on tight as he again began pumping in and out. They were slow, even strokes that eased to a snail’s pace then eventually stopped. “Bronto?”

  When he lifted his face she wiped sweat off his brow. The crease along his forehead softened.

  “Yes?”

  “Are you all right?” she asked, mocking his words from earlier.

  He kissed her. “You brought me back to life, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Chapter Five

  The sound of children’s laughter forced Bronto from his deep sleep. His eyes popped open to a morning sky gaping through the ventilation hole in the roof. Was he dreaming? He did not just hear kids laughing. Nah, it wasn’t possible. Then he heard it again. The contagious, innocent giggles capable of making any man smile.

  What were the kids doing in this camp? He broke into alert mode and fully awoke. Then he heard women shouting and calling the kids by name. He threw the fur aside, wiggled his arm from beneath Ivy’s head and jumped to his feet.

  He barely had his loincloth hooked when he yanked open the doorway flap and dashed outside.

  Yes, he’d definitely heard children laughing and they were running through the camp closely on the tails of…holy shit. Some of the kids were fully dressed and others wore leather wraps, the equivalent of American diapers. He rubbed his eyes and refocused. They were chasing baby dinosaurs that were no larger than a football.

  As he watched in amazement, Vulcan charged from his hut into the yard, followed by Wisteria. “What’s going on?” he shouted above the giggles and squeals.

  “Chieftain, remember the infestation I mentioned? It appears it has arrived.” Bronto grabbed hold of a three-year-old boy running by. “Whoa, little man,” he said, scooping the toddler into his arms.

  Vulcan shook his head. “Infestation? What the hell are we supposed to do with them?”

  “You tell me. They look harmless enough.” Even so, the mothers appeared somewhat leery of the creatures and stood off to the side, shouting at their kids to come back. Jade, Ruby and Pearl watched in horror but none of the women made an attempt to grab a kid and go. Zypher, Rocko and Trice each toted a child, apparently searching for their rightful owners.

  Wisteria giggled and stepped between Bronto and Vulcan. “I can’t believe the dinosaurs are playing with the children.”

  More than likely the dinos didn’t feel threatened by the little varmints who weren’t much bigger than they were.

  Vulcan glanced at her as if she’d lost her mind. “It appears so, but what’ll happen when a child pisses them off?”

  “Or they get hungry,” Bronto added.

  Vulcan must not have thought of that as an option. “Round up the kids so their mothers can take them home,” he ordered. As he strolled toward three children who were running circles around a trapped dinosaur, Wisteria walked to the forest border and began picking leaves from a cycad plant.

  Bronto shook his head and smirked. The baby dino didn’t appear frightened but it glanced at the kids as if thinking, What the fuck?

  “What’s going on?” Ivy asked at his back.

  He glanced over his shoulder just as her delicate fingers rested on his lower spine. That simple touch set his balls on fire and he felt the familiar ping in his cock he’d experienced at the onset of a hard-on. Jesus, not now. Not while an escaped group of kiddos was on the loose. “Good morning,” he said, greeting her with a smile.

  “Hi.” She stepped beside him and glanced around the yard. “My gosh. Are those the babies we saw yesterday?”

  “I’m sure they are.”

  A woman approached, arms extended. Bronto handed her the little boy, presuming she was his mother. If not he’d end up where he belonged. Every one of the little tykes resided in the secondary camp.

  “Ivy, we’ve got to get these kids out of here,” he said. “Will you help, please?”

  She nodded and followed him into the yard where he scooped up two more toddler-sized boys who waddled around like the dinosaurs, and he tucked one under each arm.

  After the laughter and shouts died down and all kids were reunited with their families and sent home, he scoped the area for any stragglers. What he found instead was Wisteria squatted amongst the hoard of dinosaur babies, feeding them leaves from the palm of her hand and Vulcan storming toward her from the opposite side of the yard.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ivy said.

  Bronto dismally shook his head. “Your sister is definitely unique, love. Come on.” He took Ivy by the hand. “Let’s save her from the chieftain’s wrath.”

  They reached
Wisteria just in time to see her pouty lips quiver and hear her say, “We need to keep them safe from other predators.”

  “No,” Vulcan said adamantly, crossing his arms at his chest, displaying authority as he glared down at her.

  Bronto wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of those eyes right now.

  “What about other dinosaurs? And…and cave lions?” Wisteria asked. “Bronto and Ivy had nearly gotten eaten by one yesterday. These babies don’t stand a chance in the wilderness.”

  Bronto glanced at all thirteen dinosaurs as they began making soft chirping sounds. From the corner of his eyes he saw Tyran approaching.

  “We’re not keeping them,” Vulcan flat-out stated.

  “Just until they’re a little older?” she practically begged.

  “And if their elders come looking for them? I’m not in the mood to mess with a herd of ten-ton animals.”

  “I don’t foresee that happening,” Tyran intervened. “They’re diplodocuses. The mother obviously abandoned the eggs after she laid them.”

  A brown, short-tailed rabbit hopped from the forest and stopped at the tree line. Wisteria gasped. “That is not a genuine hare,” she said aghast.

  Ivy glanced at her curiously. “How do you know that?”

  “Its eyes. They’re evil.”

  When Vulcan stepped toward the rabbit it turned and jumped into the forest. The dinosaurs chirped and scattered.

  “What are they doing?” Ivy asked as one hid beneath the table near the fire.

  “Acting on instinct,” Tyran explained. “They’re seeking shelter from danger.”

  One by one they settled in an inconspicuous spot. Or, as Bronto presumed, tried to. Most remained partially visible, though, by their long tails sticking beneath fern leaves and berry bushes.

  “See, Vulcan,” Wisteria whined. “They’re scared.”

  He studied her for a full two minutes before throwing his hands in the air. “Fine,” he grouched. “Someone build a pen. But don’t use the wood intended for the huts.” He turned and walked off. “And I’m not dealing with any jealousy issues from Birmon,” he yelled over his shoulder. “Nor am I digging a lake for your two-headed serpent.”

  Wisteria and Ivy laughed but they clamped a hand over their mouths so as not to garner his attention and draw him back.

  “Someone,” Vulcan added, “find that rabbit while I retrieve my rifle.”

  All Bronto could say was, wow. Just wow. Not even twenty-four hours ago they’d agreed to kill the critters, now Vulcan decided to build them their own house. Though he had to admit, the little shits were pretty damn cute. Bronto doubted he could actually cut their throats or plug them with an arrow. If he couldn’t annihilate them, no way could Vulcan either.

  The man was completely, thoroughly and without a doubt whipped. Bronto wouldn’t be surprised if Vulcan did return with a shovel. Although Bronto wasn’t one to pass judgment. If Ivy asked him to build her a palace, more than likely he’d ask her where to break ground. Thank God she didn’t know what a palace was. After last night she sure as hell deserved one.

  Standing in the yard surrounded by fellow tribesmen was not the time to revisit episodes of last night. Damn. He shook his head and looked at everyone but Ivy. Hell, if she so much as glanced at him now he’d embarrass himself by popping a boner then he’d have to excuse himself politely and flee into the forest. Of course he could just scoot her off to his hut and make love to her again but it’d be rude to steal her away for his pleasure. Besides, Wisteria would know his intentions, as well as everyone else present. Well, Tyran.

  Every man dreamt of deflowering a virgin. Lucky him, he’d now had two. But Ivy, oh man, Ivy was superb. Breaking through her hymen during the onset of her climax was double pressure on his cock. He’d never felt a woman come so hard. She’d really socked it to him. The constriction. And tug. And pull. And grinding hips. And her juicy pussy. And her nails digging into his skin. And her cries. And… Okay, enough. Forest time.

  Just as he spun, eyeing the quickest entrance and the most confining section of the trees, a piercing scream breached his ears. He glanced at Ivy and Wisteria first, making sure they hadn’t moved, then he shot around and scoped the yard.

  Jade and Pearl stood near the supply hut, their eyes bulging as they stared in the vicinity of the cooking pot. A long, green arm was stretched at least twenty feet from the trees and snaked beneath the stone table. Gnarly fingers had a grip on the baby dinosaur. Its mouth opened and closed but Bronto couldn’t hear it chirping through the commotion starting to take place. His gaze followed the arm to a five-foot-tall alien hidden behind the crisscrossed branches of two evergreens exactly where the rabbit had entered. The frigging things appeared to come in all sizes.

  Bronto instinctively reached for his bow but he was damn near naked, let alone not carrying a weapon. It wasn’t often he was caught without one. Unfortunately this was one of those times. He barely had time to think when the children woke him plus grab his knife or bow. He wasn’t a braggart about his archery skills but he was pretty damn proud of his proficiency with a bow as well as a knife. A few days ago he’d knocked off a mutant by a hurling his blade. Mutants. The aliens’ creepy, gone-wrong result in their experimental attempt to mix human DNA with dinosaurs. They were harmless so far but their patches of scaly, reptile skin and black, vacant eyes could frighten anyone of sound mind.

  Nearly twenty men, all perimeter guards, fled to the area but not a single one took action. Then a loud bang burst through the yard. The gnarly fingers released the baby and the alien arm retracted, springing into the trees.

  Bronto turned. Vulcan stood nearly two hundred yards away near his hut with the Barrett aimed at the forest. That rifle could blow the alien to pieces and he had no doubt it had.

  As the echo of the shot faded, silence reigned.

  “And so it begins,” Bronto mumbled under his breath. How many aliens would charge to its rescue only to discover it dead?

  As Vulcan strode toward his fallen target, Bronto followed. The other men fell into step behind them.

  When they reached the forest, Vulcan squatted and separated the branches. The alien lay on its back nearly blown in half. With the exception of its green skin, the commander was right about one thing—the species did resemble humans. Everything from its long, straggly black hair to its seven fingers and toes. Okay, maybe not every physical aspect about them matched exactly but damn, they were close. They bled, and there was an abundance of red blood splattered on the ground and in the trees.

  Vulcan grabbed the alien by the ankles and dragged it from the forest floor.

  “Fire?” Bronto asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Let me help.” After Vulcan released one ankle, Bronto grabbed it and they pulled the alien to the fire pit.

  Rocko slid his hands beneath its arms and lifted its upper body then they tossed it into the flames. A green haze billowed into the air as the alien went up in smoke.

  “Stay back in case it’s toxic,” Vulcan instructed. “Who knows what kind of disease we’ll contract by breathing in that shit.”

  Vulcan stepped backward and bumped into Wisteria, who’d approached so quietly no one apparently noticed. Bronto certainly hadn’t. But he did notice, as she stood chewing her lip and gazing at the ground, her solemn demeanor and the tears in her eyes.

  “Whoa, sweetheart,” Vulcan blurted. “You can’t sneak up on a man. You could get trampled.”

  She nodded but neglected to look in Vulcan’s eyes. He lifted her face by the chin. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

  Yes, he was definitely whipped. He’d turned off the chieftain persona and turned on compassion by the sight of a tear. Though Bronto had to admit those tears touched him somewhat too.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  Sorry? What did she have to be sorry about? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Nothing Bronto witnessed. He hoped this had nothing to do with intimacy. Hell, where’d that
come from? Why’d he even suspect it had something to do with making love? He just wasn’t strong enough to hear anything concerning that topic right now. One inappropriate word and his cock would salute the sky. And with Ivy standing a hundred feet or so… He spun around. Where’d she go? “Ivy?”

  “I’m right here,” she shouted.

  Again he spun, homing in on the direction of her voice, and there she stood beside Jade near the supply hut. In the background behind her he discovered a problem. A six-foot, barbaric problem who answered to the name Grunt. Bronto felt as if someone punched him in the gut. Probably because it was exactly what he’d like to do to the man.

  Bronto had half a mind to call her away but she appeared to be enjoying Jade’s company. Fucking her once didn’t give him the authority to start bossing her around. Technically it did but he wasn’t that guy.

  “Sweetheart, why are you apologizing?” Vulcan asked, recapturing Bronto’s attention as if he were talking to him. The day Vulcan referred to him as sweetheart, there’d be some bloodshed. Specifically from Vulcan’s nose.

  “You can get rid of the babies,” Wisteria said. “They put your tribe in danger. I didn’t realize they’d draw the aliens.”

  “Wisteria,” Bronto responded, feeling the need to interfere. “I don’t mean to impose, but that may not be a bad thing.”

  “Bronto’s right,” Vulcan agreed, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “We can use them as bait. It’ll give us the opportunity to knock the species off. We’ll make sure the pen is guarded at all times. We’ll even build a roof so the babies are not in jeopardy.”

  Why not build them a condo? Bronto smirked. Vulcan was right. The most important thing was keeping the babies safe. “If we’re going to build the pen, it may be wise to start on it now before any more aliens appear. They’re getting desperate.”

  “Then use the wood we chopped for the huts.”

  Bronto glared at Vulcan over his nose. “The wood I busted my ass to whack into pieces for more than eight hours straight?”

  “Yep, that would be it.”