Bronto's Revenge (Barbarian Lust, #2)(18)

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.