Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

When I did, I bumped against his legs, and a thick, hard arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me backward so my ass was pressed against his stomach.

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!”

He did, but he held me there for another minute until he finally let go, pulling back just enough to look me right in the eye and hiss, “Kayd hum jugra Rowe!”

At first, Rowe’s face was one of 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.

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.

Rowe kept me in his nook for three days, only taking me to the pool room for water or to relieve myself. Then I was herded right back into the furs where he’d take me again. The others in his troop brought us food, passing through some more trout and the berries that I liked. Rowe was relentless with his lovemaking… or should I call it fucking. He took me every which way he could think of, favouring holding me up while bouncing me on his lap, and then from behind, holding my ass up in the air while he slammed into me hard. I’d

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?”