Bronto's Revenge: 2 (Barbarian Lust) (8 page)

“Jesus, Ivy,” he growled.

He’d obviously inspired her to continue because she took as
much as she could, sucking gently as it slid to her throat. The warmth and
softness and moisture was nearly his undoing and he prayed she’d do something
wrong to lower his level of excitement. Something had to or it was going to be
a quick break and long afternoon. But it appeared everything she was doing,
from sliding her fist up and down to running her tongue along the underside,
she was doing right. The only thing capable of preventing him from coming and
prolonging his stamina was if she’d stop.

This could be a record breaker for him but not in a good
way. The prickles in his balls reproduced faster than he could handle. They
sizzled and throbbed, and holy shit… “Ivy!”

She freed his cock. “What?” she asked, crawling up his body.

“A man can only handle so much.”

She sat on his erection and rubbed her ass forward and back.

“Love, you’re taking the same road. Slow down.”

“Shhh,” she said, laying two fingers over his mouth. Using
her free hand, she came up on her knees and guided his cock into her pussy.

She was so wet it slid in with ease. Just as easily his
endurance slipped. He narrowed his lids and groaned. Damn, her insides were hot
and plump and tight. He couldn’t withstand the constriction.

As she started moving up and down he refrained from moving
at all, otherwise the hours he spent wanting and waiting would end too soon. It
was like prepping a festive dinner all day only to consume it in minutes. Done.
Gone. Over with. He needed more time to savor the ache he’d endured, proving it
wasn’t in vain.

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.”

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 fuck 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?”

“Besides blindsiding Bronto when he walked from his hut,”
Zypher replied, lifting Grunt and tossing him over his shoulder, “he played a
little too rough with Ruby too.”

Vulcan gave Zypher a boost by the arm as he struggled to
stand with the extra weight. “Toss him in his hut to sleep it off,” Vulcan
instructed. “Bronto and I will discard the aliens. We’ll meet you in the
northern forest to take down more trees. We need to get moving on reinforcing
these huts.”

Yeah, the damn species were getting too gutsy. The pen had
obviously started serving its purpose by drawing them in. Although Bronto liked
to believe it was the only reason they emerged, the truth was they needed
humans as much as the dinosaurs.

He checked on Ivy to make sure she remained asleep before he
accompanied Vulcan into the forest to claim the bodies. She lay just as he’d
left her, curled on her side tucked under a hide, her hands folded beneath her
cheek. Almost immediately after they made love she dozed off. There was an
adventure he wouldn’t mind revisiting now. Making love to Ivy. Again. And
again.

Normally he wouldn’t smile at something as natural as a
sleeping woman but she brought out the best in him. Even when he wasn’t smiling
on the outside he was enlightened. What had happened to him? He hadn’t found a
woman he’d be willing to give his career up for, yet he was ditching the career
plus his life for Ivy. He’d have to remember to send a letter home to his
sister and instruct her to clear his apartment of all possessions. Hopping from
mission to mission, he rarely spent time there anyway. He wasted a lot of money
on rent when all he needed was a storage shed.

He closed the flap and headed to the forest. Two tribesmen,
Horge and Muck, remained on guard near the edge of the adjacent meadow. Vulcan
was already positioned on a knee beside the aliens’ bodies. They lay between
two evergreens. Well, their bodies did. Their heads sat side by side on display
on two tree stumps. Leave it to Zypher to decapitate them and set up an
exhibit.

Bronto shook his head. How were he and Vulcan supposed to
transport them to the fire pit without drenching themselves in blood? Damn. It
was splattered everywhere. He’d rather pick up and dispose of alien pieces than
the bodies from fallen comrades any day. They’d previously lost two men from
their unit during the prior invasion and there wasn’t anything easy about
cremating them. If the shuttle had ample room for airtight containers they
could’ve sent the bodies home. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The
government contracts stipulated cremation upon a member’s demise. How could a
man watch a friend burn to ashes without suffering any long-term effects?

Again he shook his head. “Well, Vulcan, what do you suggest
we do?”

Vulcan pushed himself to his feet. “Grab the heads. I’ll
drag the bodies. They’re skinny enough to pull at the same time.”

“Fabulous idea.” What a disturbing vision. “You don’t think
it’ll upset the women to see this?”

“Do you have any other suggestions? They’ve been exposed to
worse.”

True. It couldn’t get any worse than when they’d watched the
T-Rex bite a man in half. Maybe he and Vulcan could dump the species into the
flames before any of the females surfaced and saw the decapitated bodies. Since
Ivy still slept that was one fewer female he needed to worry about. “Okay.
Let’s do it,” Bronto said as he grabbed two fists full of alien hair and
trudged into the yard. There was definitely something barbaric in carrying two
detached heads at his sides as if they were lunchboxes. The next time Zypher
decided to play ninja he was cleaning up his own mess.

There wasn’t much Bronto hadn’t done or been exposed to on
this planet but this took things to an extreme.

He made it to the fire pit before any women arrived in the
vicinity and he tossed the heads into the flame. It puffed and flickered as if
he’d thrown in explosive chemicals. That wasn’t good. He must not have paid
attention earlier when they’d fed the other alien to the fire. He only remembered
the green smoke, which again billowed into the air. What the hell were the
things made of?

He removed one of the burdens Vulcan struggled to drag and
dumped it into the flame as well. The smoke thickened and stunk like mildew. He
covered his nose with his forearm and stepped back while Vulcan added the
second body. Hopefully the corpses would burn quickly before the stench
overwhelmed the camp. At least the huts were far enough away that the smog
wouldn’t filter inside. Too, the air was pretty stagnant so chances were it
wouldn’t carry far.

It didn’t take long for the bodies to turn to ashes. Vulcan
grabbed the fire stick and mixed them with leftover soot. “Ready? I’ll grab a
few tools from the weapons shelter and meet you back there,” Vulcan said, jabbing
the stick into the ground.

Bronto nodded and headed toward his hut. After making sure
Ivy remained sleeping, he walked into the forest. He could’ve nudged her awake
to let her know he’d be close by but she’d hear them chopping trees.

Zypher stood against a conifer, his arms crossed at his
chest and an ax resting against the outside of his leg. Tyran was bent down,
lifting fern leaves.

“What are you looking for, Tyran?” Bronto asked.

“The remaining diplodocus juveniles. Vulcan found two
earlier so two are still missing.”

“If they’re in here someplace they’ll come out when the
trees drop.”

“Unless they’ve been captured by the aliens,” Zypher added.
“They don’t move fast enough to get away.”

Tyran nodded in agreement. “That’s what I’m afraid of. If we
don’t prevent the species from adding dinosaur chromosomes to their DNA
equation soon, we’re fucked.”

Zypher grinned. “My my, Tyran, I don’t believe I’ve ever
heard you use such strong language.”

“Only in desperation,” Tyran said. “I guess I’m feeling the
pressure.”

“Well, how about you feel the back end of an ax and start
whacking down some trees?” Bronto said, changing the subject.

Tyran took the only ax available, the one resting against
Zypher’s knee, and walked deeper into the forest. Zypher’s brows rose as he
looked between Tyran’s back and Bronto. “Does your lady obey you as willingly?”
Zypher chuckled. “What’s your secret?”

Bronto laughed. “It must be my charm.”

“Yeah, that’s what it is,” Vulcan said as he approached,
carrying two axes and a shovel. “Your charm.” He too chuckled. “Sorry to break
this to you but I’ve seen more charm in the mutants’ eyes.”

Bronto nudged his fist playfully into Vulcan’s chin. “You’re
an ass. I state that with the utmost respect,
sir
.”

“Okay, boys,” Zypher said while moving away from the tree
and taking an ax from Vulcan’s hand, “time to get busy. Daylight isn’t going to
wait on us.”

Brushing ferns aside with his foot, Bronto headed toward
Tyran, scoping the underside of the leaves for the babies. He’d hate to step on
one and hurt it. Some of the plants were large enough to hide a wild hog. There
wouldn’t be any trouble concealing a juvenile dinosaur, as Tyran called them.

During the next hour they’d taken down four conifer trees,
four evergreens and two pines. After they’d bound them with ropes to drag into
camp a loud
boom
erupted in the direction of the mountains. Another
boom
followed, accompanied by two more.

Bronto dropped the rope and walked to the outskirt of the
forest. A full-grown dinosaur headed in their direction, its head bobbing up
and down in conjunction with its languid footsteps.

Ground debris rustled as Zypher settled beside Bronto. “I
think we stirred ourselves a whole lot of shit,” Zypher said. “Look at the size
of that thing.”

How could he miss it? It stretched at least eighty feet long
from head to tail. “It’ll take it a while to get here. Let’s get everyone
settled in the underground shelters.” As he stepped over a large rock, making a
path to the camp, he spotted two more dinosaurs entering the clearing.

“Men,” Vulcan shouted, “let’s go! If they’re coming for the
babies, they’ll trample us. Round up the tribe.”

“I doubt that’s their intention,” Tyran said. “But it isn’t
wise to assume what they’ll do.”

Bronto trotted to his hut to wake Ivy but when he threw back
the flap the dwelling was vacant. His heart lurched as he dashed toward the
yard, checking the other huts for occupancy as he passed by. Of course he
wouldn’t find anyone because they were hollering and racing toward the
underground shelters. He’d seen everyone whose name he’d encountered in his
mind. Everyone but a specific woman whose absence shot his guts to his throat.

Where the hell is Ivy?
She wasn’t by the pen or the
fire. Or with Wisteria because Vulcan already had her tucked beneath his arm as
he urged her away.

“Ivy!”

No answer. Not a peep.

What if the species had broken through the guards and taken
her from the hut? Oh man, he didn’t want to think of that possibility. “Ivy!”
he shouted again, his stomach twisting in knots.

His heartbeat raced in panic mode, reaching his ears. Then
suddenly it stopped when he spotted her by the supply hut, handing a fistful of
something to Grunt.
What the fuck?
Grunt could have swept her away as
easily as any of the species could have. No one would have questioned her
absence either, assuming she’d sought shelter.

Bronto steeled his shoulders and forced air into his lungs.
A dull ache ticked along the tension in his spine. Part of him wanted to wait
it out to see what she’d do next but he refused to err on the side of caution
and he charged forward.

He grabbed her by the arm and none too lightly. “What are
you doing?” he asked, yanking her around.

“I-I was…” Her eyes widened when she spotted him and he bet
she didn’t like the expression she saw.

He’d never felt so damn betrayed. Men like Grunt didn’t
learn lessons. So, the beating he’d already endured and the prospect of a
new
ass whooping held no merit. Bronto clenched his free hand into a fist but
restrained from sucker punching the SOB. Realistically Grunt hadn’t done
anything but hold up his hand. He hadn’t even touched Ivy. It was
her
touching
him
when she laid something in his palm. “Go to the weapons shelter,”
Bronto ordered.

Her gaze danced around his face. “What about—”

“Now.”

While she turned and ran off he glanced at Grunt’s hand to
see what she’d given him. Tips of yarrow leaves were sticking through his
fingers. “Stay away from her, Grunt. This is my final warning.” He stormed
away, keeping his eye on Ivy’s back as he followed her to the shelter.

A thunderous
boom-boom
resounded louder and shook the
ground as the footsteps drew near.

He didn’t know if he could keep his hands off her dainty
neck so he neglected to climb down the steps behind her. He now understood why
Vulcan got so upset with Wisteria when she’d run off. Damn women had a way of
riling a man’s blood in a derogatory way as quickly as in a positive way. But
in no
way
would he step foot in the hideout with her in this state.
Three others took the stairs ahead of her and he didn’t need anyone to witness
the verbal lashing he was about to give. He was so damn mad he could’ve thrown
her over his knee and spanked her without a second thought. Actions spoke
louder than words, so yeah, it’d be better to address his anger on her ass.