Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

I can’t believe I just let a… a… caveman dry hump the shit out of me, and now I’m checking him out… I need to see a therapist when I get rescued,

One thing was for sure… he did not see me as a family pet.

He blinked again, only this time, his jaw clenched and his arms around my waist tightened. “Kayd hum. Hum!” he growled, pulling me down into the furs. “Kayd hum jugra Rowe!”

“Mmahch Kayd jugra Rowe,” he murmured with a possessive growl.

Like ‘jugra’ meant with, or belong, and belong to. Mmahch meant nice, pretty, and good, while brahda meant bad, not like.

I could tell that this time he was absolutely done with our game of hide-and-seek, but we all had crosses to bear… like me having to deal with the fact that a primal caveman was hunting me down so he could impregnate me. So he could deal with me giving him a hard time about it.

Rowe’s dark gaze flickered down to my stomach and back to my face, his brows raised as if in question, and he looked so damned innocent, like a freaking puppy dog, despite what he’d just done that any resolve I’d had before crumbled like a damn cookie. “Oh, fine!” I sighed, exasperated. “You want a baby? Okay then, Muscles. We’ll have a baby! But you’re helping with all of it… capiche?”