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Bronto’s shoulder. “It never made it
into camp. It stood near the meadow but it changed its direction.”
    “There may be an infestation soon. There’s a dozen or so
abandoned babies back there as well.” Bronto indicated with another nudge
beyond his shoulder. “They’re climbing out of the ground. I assume they’ve just
hatched.” He glanced at Ivy and Wisteria then refocused on Vulcan. “You know
what we’ve got to do, Chieftain. We can’t risk the species capturing them for
experimentation.”
    Vulcan again nodded. “Unfortunately I do.”
    Bronto sidestepped around him. “We’re going to eat
something. Would you like to join us?”
    “We’ve already eaten but we’ll sit for a while,” Vulcan
replied as he led Wisteria away by the arm. “I need to grab a few supplies
first.”
    Jade stood near Rocko by the stone table and she smiled and
grabbed a couple of bowls when they approached. Grunt sat by the fire, carving
a spear from a long stick. His eyes rolled upward and his gaze absorbed every
portion of Ivy.
    Bronto’s arm slid around her lower back. Although he said
nothing his possessive hold said a lot. She was certain Grunt understood
because he stood, stuck the spear into the ground then strode toward the huts.
    She sat in his empty seat, bending her legs to the side,
then watched Bronto fill two bowls with grains. He then stopped at the end of
the table, sprinkled them with red and blue berries then removed his furs,
revealing chest muscles and a defined belly.
    She swallowed while her gaze followed the contours to where
they disappeared beneath his loincloth. A leather loincloth bulging in the
front. She swallowed again. Harder. And turned away. She knew what a man’s
organ looked like. She’d seen one of her clansmen’s when he’d relieved himself
in the bushes. She’d also seen it grow long and stiff when he’d stroked it. She
hadn’t meant to spy but it intrigued her to watch. He’d moved his hips back and
forth at the speed of his hand until he groaned and something spurted from the
tip. She never told anyone, not even Wisty, because she was too embarrassed.
    But imagining Bronto touching himself in such a way caused a
tingly reaction in her private area she couldn’t contain.
    “Are you all right, Ivy?” Bronto asked, offering her a bowl.
    She glanced upward, nodded and accepted the grains, noticing
her hands trembled.
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yes. Why?”
    Her gaze followed him as he sat down, crossing his legs.
When his knee brushed her thigh, her belly fluttered and warmth bathed her
insides.
    “Your face is flushed.”
    She shifted her eyes to the burning embers in the fire pit
and straightened her lower garment at her waist. “I’m okay.”
    She sighed in relief when Wisteria and Vulcan sat down. She
needed the distraction because Bronto’s closeness caused many internal
reactions. If her face had already turned red she feared she couldn’t contain
all of the symptoms.
    “Ack.” Birmon waddled between her and her sister, shook then
tucked himself beneath his wings.
    Wisteria spun toward Ivy, holding something shiny between
her fingers. This,” she said, raising the object for Ivy to see, “is a
tweezers.” She pinched them open and closed. “And this,” she held up her
opposite hand, exposing another shiny object no thicker than a strand of wheat,
“is a real needle. And I think we’re about to perform sur-ger-ry.” She
glanced at Vulcan. “Is that how you say it?”
    He smiled and nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”
    Had Ivy not known how much Vulcan loved Wisteria, his
expression would’ve just revealed his feelings. It was more powerful than
words.
    Ivy scrunched her nose while looking at both items. “What
are they for?”
    Wisteria flipped her hand over in front of Ivy, her palm
facing the sky. “To remove my splinters.”
    Ivy placed her hand beneath Wisteria’s and studied three
raised, reddish-white bumps. “Those are blisters.”
    “The splinters