Page 83 of Caveman Alien's Bride

I quickly light the oil lamps and the fire in the middle of the room. The paintings on the wall dance in the flickering light.

I nod towards it. “If you want to paint something there, please do so. It needs some new color. The skarp, perhaps? And you chasing it away?”

Bryar hugs me. “We give it some color, my love. We have time.”

I squeeze her to me. “The rest of our lives.” My voice is gruff from sheer happiness.

“Exactly. My love, take this.” She hands me the necklace.

I weigh it in my hand. “It’s too nice to throw away. Perhaps we can turn it into some kind of decoration-”

Bryar turns her back to me and gathers her hair in one hand, baring her thin neck. “Put it on me.”

I’m stunned. “But…”

“Come on. I want it.”

I carefully put the necklace around her neck and fasten it so it’s not too tight, not too loose. “There.”

She turns around and smiles. “Good. Iamyour wife, you know. And until midnight, I’m your bride, too. This called our ’wedding night’.”

I barely dear breathe for fear of waking up and finding this was all a dream. “The best night of my life.”

“And mine.”

“Hopefully,” I tell her. “My love, there’s been a change of rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yes. The chief of the Borok may only have wedding nights with members of the tribe.”

Bryar looks over at the door, so suspicious it makes me smile. “Withmembers?”

“It doesn’t mean they will watch,” I chuckle. “It means that you must be a member of the tribe if I am to spend the night with you and do the things that we like.”

She cups the bulge in my pants and grins up at me. “This isblackmail.”

“Is it? A long word for a simple rod.”

“The words mean other thing. It mean you try to force.”

“I don’t make the rules,” I say with a shrug of innocence.

“I think you make all rules in tribe. And Isureyou made this one.”

I scratch my chin. “Well, yes. Perhaps I did. But sometimes using force is good. What do you say?Willyou be a member of the Borok tribe?”

She puts her hand down my kilt. “If means I can havethisinside me in ten heartbeats, then I will be member of any tribe you want, Chief.”

I loosen my drawstring and let the garment drop to the floor. “Of course. Having that inside you is an important part of your trials that you must go through before you can become a full member.”

“Trials? What other parts there are?”

I think about it while unwinding the fabric around Bryar’s body. “That’s the only part. So it is important, like I said.”

Naked, Bryar stretches her thin arm to the ceiling of the cave, creating the most incredible shadow on the wall. Her round shape overwhelms me with its beauty and perfection. How can one man handle this much happiness?

“Itisimportant,” my bride purrsas she gets down on the furs and puts her incredible behind up in the air. “And we only have a lifetime together. So we should start.”

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