Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

I grabbed onto his arms, my fingers not even close to encircling his biceps, my legs squeezing around his waist, as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I could feel my wetness soak his hand, and I realized he actually made me squirt. He kept going, his hand flying, his teeth bared, veins on his neck bulging, and I screamed when my orgasm suddenly burst, the world blurring around me. Shaking hard, I sagged against him, its aftershocks lightly hitting me a second time as he slowed, his other hand coming up to stroke my hair so tenderly that it, combined with the incredible orgasm I’d just had, had me whimpering against his chest. Rowe lifted me from the edge, lowering me into the water to rinse me off one last time. He was so exceedingly gentle as I trembled in his arms, carefully washing the last of the soapy substance from my hair and body before he got me out, letting me lie along the side of the pool so he could clean himself. I lay there like a corpse, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief and shock. I hadn’t been with many men, a handful at best, but the one I’d been with the longest had been Michael.

So I lay there like a shivering lump, my mind a messy tangle of thoughts, confused and overwhelmed. It wasn’t until Rowe climbed out, now clean himself, that I snapped out of it. His hair was free of dirt and tangles, his beard no longer a wild mess as it dripped water from where it smoothly fell to the hollow of his collarbone. Distracted, I found myself wondering what he’d look like without one. He shook his hair out, hair that fell past his shoulders down to just above his pecs, the tips ending in tiny ripples. I couldn’t deny that Rowe was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome, sexiest men I’d ever seen… and he was like a wild animal, for crying out loud! When he caught me staring at him, practically ogling like a lovestruck schoolgirl, his mouth turned up in that sweet little smile of his, then pulled me up to my feet so he could duck down and run the tip of his nose along my throat in a little affectionate gesture.

Rowe grunted in exasperation and put one to his mouth, chewing on it, watching me as though trying to show me they were safe.

“I’m sure they are absolutely safe for you, Muscles,” I told him. “But for all I know, this has some sort of strange chemical in it that I’ve never been exposed to in my life. I’d rather not end up puking my guts out all night in the pool room, you catch my drift?” He stared blankly at me, and I sighed in frustration. I needed to find another way to communicate with him, and fast.

Rowe growled and snapped, “Brahda, Kayd!”

Rowe even lifted my arm and poked at my rib that was showing. “No tickling!” I quickly pulled away. At the word, tickling, however, Rowe’s concerned expression morphed into a sort of mischievous one, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, and I knew he was thinking of last night. Oh God… was he going to associate tickling with dry humping my ass from now on? I blushed hard and looked away, finishing the rest of my berries while he continued his conversation with the elder. Thankfully, he didn’t push it… the food or the “tickling.”

Rowe thought for a minute, like he was trying to think of a way to explain to me. Finally, he took my hand, looking at me deep in the eyes, and rumbled, “Kayd jugra Rowe.”

I’d heard that before, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. I think it was something like ‘with’ or ‘stay’. Maybe he thought I was asking to leave again? But just as I thought he would go back to eating from the store baskets, he got to his feet and pulled me with him, wrapping me around his front as usual when he carried me, and followed the others down.

strength. Though I struggled to pull free, I didn’t want to hurt her. I saw what she did to the other girl, and despite her age, she obviously knew how to fight. But as I did my best to pull free, a pair of huge, ridiculously strong hands grasped around my upper arms and forced them open and out, moving me with ease, despite my attempts to keep covering my body. When I tilted my head back, I found myself scowling up at Rowe, who was watching this whole thing like he found it wonderfully funny. Even though his smile was huge, still no teeth were showing.

Rowe gently stroked my hair, running his fingers from my crown down the long strands splayed out across the ground. He let me rest, like he knew this had been a shock to me and probably expected it, judging by how he held me down. He came around so he could look into my face, his handsome one coming close as he inspected my expression. When a small tear slipped out the corner of my eye, his brow furrowed, and he reached out, carefully wiping it away with his thumb. Upset, he tapped at my lips. I said nothing, nor did I move, and he tapped my lips again. What did he want me to say? I sighed heavily, still waiting for the stinging in my wrists to go away. His fingers nudged at the corner of my mouth, and I realized he wanted me to smile, so I did. The tiniest of smiles before I let it drop. Getting these tattoos had done more than just cause me physical pain. They were ones that the female I hated had. Haara had them, too, though Bhee did not. I noticed that the pattern of the circles matched Rowe’s, which he sported around his own wrists. All the males had them, and each design was slightly different for every person. I had a suspicion as to what they stood for, and if I was right, Rowe was never letting me go. He wasn’t trying to build up my strength so I could venture out into the woods and find help. He reached out, his finger lightly running along my cheek, and murmured, “Kayd jugra Rowe.”

Everyone, led by Rull, came to greet Haara first before all others. Even the Couple of Shame got quick, little headbutts, while I, the newest member of the clan, was last, yet their greeting felt a little warmer than what the other two shunned ones received. Even Rull had come over and given my head a gentle, little nuzzle.

I timidly took the tiniest bite of the white flesh and made a face but forced myself to keep chewing. I had to do this. Bracing myself, I took a huge bite, easily tearing the meat away, and chewed as fast as I could. I gagged twice but managed to get it down. Rowe watched me like I was crazy and took a massive bite into his fish, eating it with a stone-cold expression. I have no idea what he was trying to communicate with me by eating so slowly and deliberately. I took another bite, chewing quickly, and swallowed, then took another, and another until all that was left was the few little fragments of bone that had broken off and extra skin. When I looked up at Rowe, he was practically beaming, like he was proud or something.

“Kayd?” His voice echoed in the room as he climbed down after me, sounding concerned.

He stared at me, his eyes blank, and I sighed heavily, ever frustrated by the language barrier. I pretended to hold something in my hands, taking a bite of the invisible object and chewing, then said, “Food. Food.” “Vooooooduh.” He nodded, exaggerating the O’s and adding a harsh ‘ugh’ to the end like he couldn’t help it. F’s seemed to be a little tricky for him, too. I nodded, “Food. Thank you.” He still looked confused. I got up and closed the distance between us, placing my hand over his heart. “Food. Thank you, Rowe.” I smiled up at him, hoping he could see how grateful I was, despite the faces I made while I ate it. I felt so ungrateful for being so picky when he was doing all he could think of to provide me sustenance. I tapped the spot over his heart again, with him watching curiously. “Rowe… food… for Kayd,” I clarified. “Thank you.” Again the tap over his heart. Rowe positively beamed, looking so pleased as understanding finally clicked. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around my back and hugged me tight, resting his cheek upon the crown of my head. “Kayd…” he whispered, slightly rocking us side to side. Damn it. He really was such a sweetheart. When he let go, he didn’t allow me to step back. He just reached down, grasping my forearms and held my hands up before our faces where my new tattoos were on display, still red, but the cream Haara had applied had helped immensely. Rowe checked them over before his eyes locked on to mine, and he gave me that intense little ...

understand? No more!” I scolded him, pointing a finger at his face. All he did was reach forward and nip the tip with his teeth, causing me to squeak and retract my hand. Rowe brought me in, nuzzling my cheek with his beard, which was surprisingly soft now that he had washed and combed it out with his fingers this morning. “Ugh, you can’t be annoying one minute and then super sweet the next. It makes it hard to be mad at you,” I tell him as he moves to the other side. “Rowe gwukh Kayd,” he practically purrs in my ear, making me shiver.

He paused his touches to reach behind us, feeling around beneath the pelts that we used as pillows. When he found what he was looking for, he dangled it before my face. At first, it wasn’t registering what exactly I was looking at, yet the longer I studied it, the realization hit me like a bat to the head. It was a blue ribbon. And not just any blue ribbon… my blue ribbon. The one I thought I’d lost after the first night! I took it from him, mouth hanging open, staring at it incredulously until the memories of that night came back. I’d sworn I heard something outside my tent, even inside it. And Jen, Jen had been awake all night, saying something about hearing an animal prowling around our campsite. It had been Rowe. The entire time. He’d come into my tent while I slept and took my hair ribbon. Which meant… He’d been following me.

“You took my hair ribbon?” I said in a hushed voice. I had no idea if I should be angry, creeped out, flattered, or all of the above. “Why?” He settled beside me again, his hand moving back over the bare skin on my belly and leaned over me, his nose skimming over my collarbone, and breathed, “Kayd mmahch… Rowe gwukh… Kayd jugra Rowe. Rowe khukgwo.” I wasn’t sure exactly what he was saying, but the fierce way in which he said it sent a shiver through my body, and not in a bad way.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he gave it a little nip, like a love bite, before he took my nipple into his mouth and suckled… hard.

Rowe pulled back a little, running his nose along my jaw, up my chin, and nuzzled the tip of mine. “Kayd…” he whispered before he leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of my throat. I felt his other hand slide down, reaching for another set of ties. I lay beneath him and closed my eyes, my hands twisted into the furs as I held on to them as though for dear life.

Another tie was undone, and then he moved to the last, his fingers working expertly while he continued to suck, lick, and bite at my neck. I could feel a shivering thrill race through my bones. Never has someone made me feel so… treasured.

“Kayd jugra Rowe… Rowe gwukh Kayd. Kayd mmahch…” He reached up, twirling a long strand of my strawberry blonde hair around his finger, admiring it in the pink light. “Mmahch…” The hand on my stomach slowly slid down, over the rise of my mound, until he was cupping me like he had last night, only this time, there was no barrier between us, just like in the pool room. I felt a little spark of pleasure at his touch, his fingers quickly finding my clit, and he began to tease and play. When I let out a little sigh, my hips jutted up into his hand slightly, his smile broadened, and he leaned down to suckle at my breast once more. Whoa… holy shit! That felt… good!

“Yahv… yahv, Kayd.” He gritted his teeth, his hand now madly rubbing and I actually felt tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes as I came, my voice breaking as I cried out from pure bliss. He didn’t give me a moment to recover. One second, I was lying in a heap, my legs twitching and skin covered in goosebumps as my body was rocked from the wave of electric pleasure. The next, Rowe was positioning himself between my legs, resting on his knees, hoisting my bottom half up as he wrapped my shaking limbs around his waist and lined his hard cock up with my wet pussy.

wonder, his mouth falling open in surprise, like this hadn’t been at all what he had expected. He pulled out a little, staring between us in fascination, watching as he slid back in. His movements were uncertain at first, like he was testing out the feel and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was his first time. He seemed to know what made a woman come, judging by how he expertly handled me. That, or he was just so attuned to me that he picked up any little cue I gave. He was still moving slowly, but he watched me, his gaze catching every shiver, every clench of my fists, or twist of my body. I could tell he liked how my breasts rocked with each thrust he made, his eyes focusing on them, reaching out to massage, caress and squeeze. My breath hitched at the touch, while any misgivings or internal arguments wholly shut off as I gave myself over to just feel. Rowe’s cock was so huge I could feel the stretch, the pressure, but it wasn’t bad. If anything, it rubbed my inner walls in a way I’d never felt before. I sighed and tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, encouraging him to keep going. He leaned over me then, still meticulously pumping away, and reached up to cup my face between his hands. The look in his eye made me blush, the intensity and absolute adoration searing from the beautiful swirling colour of his dark eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me. It was something I hadn’t seen between him and his people. But instead, he rested his forehead on mi...

Rowe fucked me hard. I revelled in the sensations overpowering any sensible thought in my mind. Mmm, yes, fucking come in me, Rowe… Do you want a baby with him? In the wild? My eyes snapped open at that. Yeah, you horny bitch. You didn’t think about that part, did you? “Rowe?” I gasped, still breathless, still feeling the tremors of my orgasm as his rough thrusting continued, prolonging the effects. Get it together, Kate! “Rowe, please… you gotta pull out, okay?” He ignored me, his focus entirely between us where our bodies were smacking loudly together, the wet sounds echoing in the space. “Rowe, you need to pull out. Don’t come in me-” when he didn’t show any signs of slowing, I tried to push him back, summoning any strength I had to shove against his chest. Rowe snarled, his body not budging in the slightest when I tried to push him. “I’m serious!” I said to him, trying to pull myself back, hoping to slide out from under his massive frame. “I’ll help you finish, I just think we-” Again, he grunted angrily, his hands on my legs, hoisting me back down so I couldn’t budge. “Rowe, you have to pull out or else-” I reached down to forcibly remove him, thinking that I’ll return the favour by giving him a handjob to completion, but when he realized that I was trying to stop him, he became absolutely feral.

He even gripped a handful of my hair at the back of my head, angling it a little to the side so I could breathe as he pressed my cheek against his broad pecs. Burying his face into the crown of my head, he started again, pumping relentlessly. He moved so fast, his pelvis meeting mine with a hard smack each time, that I whimpered in fear and pain. The most mind-blowing orgasm of my life was ebbing away when the realization that I couldn’t stop him became clear. Rowe gave several final, rugged pumps, and stilled inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsing as the warm heat of his cum coated my inner walls, and all I could think of was that I needed to get to the pool room as soon as possible and hopefully clean myself out, pee, or… something! But Rowe wouldn’t let me. While holding me beneath him, his limbs wrapped around me like a cage. He pressed against my hips, urging me to roll them upwards to the ceiling, and he pressed down, shifting his knees behind my ass so I couldn’t lower it. The whole time, he stayed inside, slowly moving in and out, groaning as he did.