Page 4 of Caveman Alien's Bride

And a small part of me is curious about where this is going.

The caveman drags me over to the dead not-raptor and yanks something out of the back of its head. It’s a huge sword, its blade stained with the blood of the predator.

The guy gives off an annoyed grunt and wipes the sword on the carcass, then replaces it in his belt.

Ah. I didn’t kill that monster with my scream. He did it with his sword.

From behind, so he wasn’t protecting himself.

I think… he did it to save my life?

In the corner of my eye, I see a pale little face beside a tree.

Of course. She heard my scream and came back. She doesn’t want to leave me in danger any more than I want to leave her.

“Piper!” I yell into the alien’s face so he won’t know I’m really talking to someone else. “Run! Get the hell away from heeere!”

There’s nothing she can do to help me. It’s better if one of us has a chance to escape.

The pale face vanishes.

The caveman looks down on me, and I wonder if he’s giving me a little smile.

“Dooerh trygnoh,”he calmly rumbles. And then he lets go of me, straightening his belt.

That totally shifts everything in my mind. He’s not here to hurt me. He just saved my life, and now he’s letting me go. He might just be one of the best types of people you could ever hope to meet: a kind stranger.

Sure, tripping me up with my own stick was a little weird. But he may have had good reasons for that. Maybe the jungle is teeming with not-raptors right now.

He stares down at me with his intense eyes, looking me up and down. His maleness is overwhelming — the size, the muscles, the face, the scent. And that bulge in his kilt, which I’ve tried to ignore until now. It’s big, it’s pretty much right in my face, and I swear it’s got some twitching going on.

To my surprise, the sight of that sends some sudden tingles to my center. Because if regular Earth males are men, then this super-male must be some kind of superman. And there’s something primitive in me thatreallywants to have his babies.

I turn my back and pick up my compact powder case. About half the powder is still in there, caked from humidity and unusable as face powder. Still I carefully replace the little puff, close the case, and put it back in my pouch.

“You’re not from Earth, are you?” I croak, just to be sure. I suppose that language could be from there, just one I don’t know. Which would cover pretty much all of them.

“Vaska yayu reme da?”he says, making it sound like a question.

Yep, those are definitely fangs, and he’s definitely not from Earth. He fits this jungle perfectly well — huge, strong, colorful,deadly. He was born here, without question. So there are probably more like him.

He doesn’t look old. I would guess maybe thirty. His body moves with agility and barely suppressed power.

His hair is long and shiny, his skin smooth and only marred by scars, some of them pretty big. He’s had a tough life, that’s obvious. But whatever he’s faced in the past, he always came out winning. That’s just as obvious, although I don’t know why. Maybe the way he carries himself, as if he’s the king of the whole jungle. Which he may well be.

We stand facing each other. He towers over me, but I don’t sense menace in him. Just curiosity and energy. And arousal, I guess. That bulge has grown noticeably. And I don’t mind that as much as I should.

“Okay,” I say. “Now what?” The ice in my stomach from being seconds from death has thawed. Now it’s dripping further down and heating up fast in the form of hot tingles that make me squeeze my thighs together.

I’m still alive! I never knew that simple fact could be such a turn-on. I’m alive, I survived the raptor, and Piper got away. And it’s all because of this caveman.

He saved my life! How brave do you have to be to get so close to a freakingdinosaurthat you can hit it from behind with a sword? How did he ever catch up with it? Has anyone ever done anythingremotelyas nice for me?

A moved tear runs down my cheek.

“You saved my life,” I tell him, my voice raspy with the sudden confusion of emotions. “Thank you.”

He reaches out with one massive hand, hooks one finger, and strokes the tear away.

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