Bronto's Revenge (Barbarian Lust, #2)(29)

She laid her finger on his lips and rocked her hips. “Bronto?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Move inside me.”

He lifted her fingers and kissed her palm. “I can’t. Not yet.”

“Why?”

He gazed at her heavy-lidded eyes and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her head tilted slightly sideways and her hair draped over the front of the frock between her breasts. What a sensual beauty. Mine. He’d claimed her. Planted his seed in her womb. Hopefully soon she’d conceive his child. “When I start, it’s going to end quickly.”

She retracted her hand and rested both palms on his chest to support her upper body. He inhaled sharply then latched on to her thighs and massaged the smooth skin. “Take what you need, Ivy.”

As if on command, she increased the speed of the forward and back motions of her hips. “Oh gosh,” she said on the end of a sigh.

Closing his eyes proved disastrous because it intensified the sensations of her trembling insides. He felt every contour of her sleek, moist vaginal walls squeezing his cock.

He clenched his jaw and opened his lids for relief but discovered her in-depth concentration reaped the same effect. He was in the midst of a no-win battle. If he had half a brain he’d go with it then take care of her afterward.

“Bronto, now. Please?” she whimpered, increasing her rhythm.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down. A little at a time he pumped inside her but she wasn’t having a little of anything. She rammed him deep. His breath caught at the start of his climax. He’d passed the point of no return and handed her full control. She was right there with him. Her insides jerked and spasmed. She tossed her head back, exposing her neck.

“Bronto,” she wailed but he barely heard a sound through the pressure muffling his ears.

His balls tightened and cock pulsed and during the plunge of a final thrust his seed burst forth, filling her insides.

She rode him hard until every spasm in her vagina subsided then she reclined forward and laid her cheek on his chest. “Bronto?”

“Yes?” he asked, stroking her hair softly.

“Your heart is beating fast.”

He smiled. “It’s beating for you, Ivy,” he said, tilting his chin and kissing the top of her head. “It’s beating for you.”





Chapter Eight


Bronto opened the flap and stepped outside. Someone punched him square in the face. His head nudged sideways and he took a step backward. The blow lacked the strength to completely knock him off balance but he briefly saw stars. What the hell? The owner of that fist better have a good reason as to why it’d popped him a good one. He rubbed his cheek and straightened.

Grunt stood hunched forward. He had one arm wrapped around his gut. The other he held midair, posed to strike again.

Rocko obviously knocked the man’s brains out. “I’ll let you get away with that one but only because your face looks like raw meat,” Bronto said. “Get out of here while you can.”

“You want me to f*ck him up?” Zypher shouted as he emerged from the forest trees. “I haven’t had my turn. Just say the word.”

“What’d he do to you?”

“Nothing,” Zypher replied, halting beside Bronto and eyeing Grunt from head to toe. “But he’s been roughing up the ladies. I don’t think Jade’s the only woman he raped. I heard Ruby crying from her hut yesterday when Grunt was inside partaking of her good nature.”

Roughing up two women in two days was too much. The man lacked sense. “Zypher, you need to keep a clean record,” Bronto said. “I, on the other hand,” he continued, pulling his fist back and uppercutting Grunt beneath the chin, “can do as I please.” Bronto shook the sting from his knuckles as Grunt flew backward and dropped to the dirt.

“Nice,” Zypher said as he squatted on a knee beside Grunt’s unconscious body. “Want me to drag him out of here?”

“Go ahead.” If Zypher wasn’t leaving for Earth soon Bronto would’ve stepped aside and let Zypher pulverize what was left of Grunt but he couldn’t chance Commander Sumner getting wind of it. Zypher didn’t need to face a court-martial upon his return. Grunt just wasn’t worth the trouble.

Zypher was the battle hound of the unit, always eager for a fight. If Bronto didn’t know better he’d swear Zypher was at his happiest eight months ago when they’d fought off the chameleon species. This second invasion ought to keep him content for a while longer and relieve some of his frustrations. Sure, Zypher utilized Ruby’s services for that purpose and walked away smiling but he still looked on edge. Always wandering. Always searching.

Zypher nudged his head toward the section of forest he’d been guarding prior to Grunt’s assault on Bronto. “There’s two dead aliens heaped in a pile in there. Did the chieftain give any instructions?”

“Burn them. Completely,” Vulcan replied as he stepped from within the thirty-foot section between Bronto’s and Jade’s huts. “Don’t leave any evidence for the others to find. That order remains in effect for the duration of this mission.”

“Got it, sir,” Zypher said. “I’ll toss them into the fire after I dispose of this bastard.”

Vulcan knelt beside Grunt and checked for breathing. “What the hell happened to him now?”