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  There was still no sign of the archaic human within the walls.

  Carter carefully made his way forward, trying to move as silently as possible. He heard a cracking sound from above. A form jumped from the tree above and landed a meter or so before Carter.

  Homo idaltu.

  Or something in the neighborhood. Carter looked over the nearly naked male. He was tall—at least six foot. His body was lean, but tightly muscled. His arms were thick ropes of sinew. Carter glanced up the male’s caramel-colored skin—which had to be the modern DNA introduced. Homo idaltu had originated in Africa and had darker skin coloring.

  The archaic male’s brow ridge wasn’t as pronounced as it should be, either. Carter had seen modern men with ones just as heavy. This male was somewhere between homo idaltu and modern man. His eyes… they were golden in color. Lighter shades were theorized to have come much, much later in evolution, so once again, the modern influence on his DNA was on display.

  As he met the specimen’s stare, Carter was sure he saw a clarity… an alertness… maybe even an intelligence there that was unexpected. The prehistoric male didn’t seem to be shocked or scared by Carter’s presence and what had to be an odd appearance from the specimen’s point of view.

  Carter was also shocked by the male’s cleanliness. Where the homo erectus he’d witnessed from the control room appeared filthy, idaltu appeared clean. His muscled body, face, and hands were dirt-free. His hair was twisted into tight, neat dreadlocks. His face even appeared to have been clean-shaven at some point within the last days.

  He wore a tiny scrap of hide over his private areas and had a rope of some kind wrapped over his chest like a harness.

  Almost ashamed to think it—Carter drew in a breath, shocked by the fact he found the specimen… handsome.

  Just as Carter was taking in the sight of the male, he was being observed.

  The idaltu man stepped closer. Carter stepped back.

  The primitive man tilted his head, watching Carter carefully. He took another step forward, only to chuckle as Carter stepped back once more.

  After narrowing his eyes a moment, the idaltu punched his upper chest with a fist. “Ma’tic.”

  Carter took another step back, but came against the metal door. The idaltu took advantage, coming within inches of Carter. He again slapped his chest. “Ma’tic.”

  He then lightly punched Carter in the chest.

  Carter frowned, unsure what the male was trying to tell him.

  Again, he punched his own chest. “Ma’tic.” He then pressed his fist against Carter’s chest, nodding.

  His name. A flood of excitement poured through Carter. Language was something that generated through a culture. These specimens wouldn’t have had the means to know an ancient language spoken a hundred and sixty thousand years ago. Had they made their own within the walls of Sir Ian’s habitat?

  Carter pressed his own fist against the male’s chest. “Ma’tic.” He then touched his own. “Carter.”

  The idaltu man smiled. He softly touched Carter’s chest. “Caw-ter.”

  Ma’tic stepped closer, grasping the front of Carter’s shirt. The ancient man explored the buttons that lined the front before ripping one off and bringing it to his mouth. He bit the button before grunting and tossing it over one shoulder.

  Before Carter could stop him, Ma’tic ripped his shirt to shreds.

  A sliver of fear rose through Carter as he tried to draw what was left of his shirt about him. While he was doing that, Ma’tic was investigating the clasp on Carter’s jeans. Ma’tic looked as if he was about to rip the button off.

  “No!” Carter cried.

  Ma’tic leaned in closer, his head tilting. “Yes. Mine,” he growled before ripping the riveted button with his bare hands.

  The caveman lifted his hands to explore Carter’s flesh, rubbing as he pushed away the fabric, his stare following his hands. The feel of the idaltu man’s caress on him was doing things they shouldn’t. Need began to spread throughout him… a need that was inappropriate.

  Yet it was there all the same.

  Mine. How did Ma’tic know words in English? Did he know more? Carter realized there had to be more secrets on this island. His interest in learning more kept him there, frozen in place.

  Carter was quickly divested of his clothing. Left in only his running shoes, socks, and briefs, Carter stood shaking in excitement before Ma’tic.

  Ma’tic caressed the front of Carter’s shaft through his briefs before lifting his hand to grab the back of Carter’s neck. “Caw-ter, mine.” He lowered his head to press his lips to Carter’s.

  Dragging Carter against him, Ma’tic held on tight. His strength was apparent and for some reason… for some insane reason… Carter felt himself excited by it. But that wasn’t the only thing driving Carter insane. Carter could feel Ma’tic’s erection hard against his stomach. It throbbed with life, ready to claim what Ma’tic saw as his.

  Ma’tic stepped back, his hand still on Carter’s neck. “Come.”

  He dropped the hand before leaning over to grasp Carter’s ripped clothing. Ma’tic turned as he rose to his full height and twisted the rope crossing him. A small bag hung from the rope, like some prehistoric backpack made of soft hide. He shoved Carter’s shredded clothing inside before picking up a spear from the ground. Carter eyed the weapon and saw several small mammals hanging from a string tied just under the stone tip.

  “Hoon-gray?” Ma’tic asked before lifting his hands to his lips and mimicking the action of eating. He pointed to the hunted game on his spear. “Caw-ter hoon-gray?”

  Carter nodded, unsure how else to respond.

  “Come,” Ma’tic repeated before turning and walking through the thick foliage. His ass was bare, the hide apparently only covering his penis.

  Carter stared at that ass and the path the idaltu male made a few more seconds before he heard a predatory sound coming closer. Carter’s feet moved of their own volition, following Ma’tic and getting away from whatever had growled in his direction.

  But then, the predator who’d just called him mine might be more dangerous than whatever had been just hunting him.

  * * * *

  By the time they stopped, Carter’s legs and feet were sore. The habitat hadn’t looked so large from first glance, but it was apparently much more expansive than he’d realized. Or maybe he was just out of shape. Sitting behind a desk all day didn’t give him as much exercise as he needed. He was exhausted from the hike and the subsequent hike up the side of the cliff, using a narrow, deathly ledge to make it to their destination.

  Carter carefully sat on the hide Ma’tic pointed to once they’d reached his cave. Ma’tic leaned his spear near the entrance before he drew the bag from across his body and hung it from a sharp cut in the rock wall. He removed the game from his spear and tossed them to the ground near a fire pit.

  The researcher in Carter couldn’t help but stare at what he found in the male’s dwelling. He glanced at the seat he rested on, realizing the hide had been filled with something soft. He found a slit and reached inside—and touched fur. The fact Ma’tic had produced something for his own comfort was interesting to note.

  Ma’tic quickly and efficiently started a fire near the mouth of the cave. The smoke drifted outside, leaving the inside clearer than Carter would’ve expected. He rose, too curious to remain far. As he approached, he watched as Ma’tic expertly skinned the game he’d caught before placing a smoothed, bark-free branch through the body. He did the same act three more times before placing all four of the spits over the fire.

  While the meat began to roast, Ma’tic cleaned the skins with a knife of some sort, made of stone or possibly obsidian before placing them over a stone to bake in the sun. When he was done, there was a gourd that had been halved to create a makeshift bowl, where water resided. Ma’tic rinsed his tool and his hands in the water before drying them both on a thin piece of hide.

  Carter followed Ma’tic back inside and w
atched as the male placed his knife on a stone shelf inside the cave. Ma’tic spun to face Carter, seemingly annoyed.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to the hide.

  “I want to know how you live,” Carter said and came up against a frown. Apparently Ma’tic’s knowledge of the English was limited to simple words. No. Yes. Sit. And the all too terrifying mine.

  “Sit,” Ma’tic growled.

  Carter backed up and did as he’d been commanded. He watched as Ma’tic walked back to the flames and turned the meat on the spit. The smell of the roasting meat was making his stomach growl. Soon Ma’tic approached again, this time with a small gourd in his hand.

  “Drink,” Ma’tic said, thrusting the gourd Carter’s way.

  Carter took the gourd and sniffed the liquid. It appeared clear, without scent—and he assumed it was simply water. It wasn’t the same gourd Ma’tic had used to wash his hands after cleaning the game, so he hoped it wasn’t from the same source. A Paleolithic creature had no idea of dangerous foodborne illnesses. He took a brief sip to check before taking a full gulp. The water was clean and crisp as it flowed down his throat. He sighed as he handed the gourd back to Ma’tic, who now wore a knowing smile.

  “What?” Carter asked, but was only answered with a demanding kiss.

  Ma’tic grabbed the back of Carter’s head and feasted on his lips. Carter fought the kiss at first, pushing his palms up against the male’s muscled chest, but it was no contest. Ma’tic was too strong for him.

  And the caveman kissed too damned well.

  Carter felt his cock thickening as Ma’tic continued his kiss. Desire slammed into him as the idaltu brushed a hand along his shaft.

  “No,” Carter cried, pulling his mouth from Ma’tic’s.

  “Yesss,” Ma’tic hissed before dragging Carter closer. “Mine.”

  “Not mine!” Carter said, shoving the male away.

  Ma’tic frowned, tilting his head. “Caw-ter mine!”

  Carter shook his head, frowning as he stared at the archaic male. Ma’tic reached forward and began to stroke Carter’s cock through his briefs. Carter bit back a moan, refusing to let the male know the stroke felt good.

  “Caw-ter hard.”

  Ma’tic pulled down the waistband of Carter’s briefs and was momentarily transfixed by the elastic band. He tugged it a few times before lifting his gaze to smile at Carter.

  Carter took the opportunity to twist from the caveman’s grip. He spun to his feet and put a meter or two between them.

  Ma’tic growled, rose to his feet, but didn’t approach. He shook his head and turned to the cooking food. Ma’tic turned the spit again before testing the meat. He left them to cook and turned to Carter.

  “Hoon-gray?”

  At this point, after their long trek, he was. Carter nodded.

  “Ma’tic feed. Caw-ter mine.”

  Carter frowned, unsure of exactly what Ma’tic was trying to say.

  Ma’tic stalked closer and dragged Carter into his arms. Ma’tic pointed to the spit. “Ma’tic feed Caw-ter.” He pointed around his cave. “Ma’tic pro-teck Caw-ter. Caw-ter mine.”

  Protect. Carter felt a shiver racing down his spine. He supposed from some point of view, the caveman was protecting him… but who would protect him from the caveman?

  Heat threaded through his veins. A little part of him didn’t want to be protected from the archaic man’s advances. That dirty little part of him that wanted to fuck and be fucked… hard.

  Sir Ian’s words came back to him. Easy. He wasn’t easy, yet the curiosity he felt led to all parts of the idaltu man’s life… including how he fucked. Did prehistoric males do anything differently? All their parts were practically the same, but maybe there was something the records didn’t know.

  Carter stared into Ma’tic’s golden eyes. They shone with the light from the fire and glowed with the same light as his caramel skin.

  He might be an archaic male, but he was glorious. Carter’s body shook from the need still flowing through him. He had no means to hunt. He didn’t know which plants might be poisonous. There could be predators outside this cave that Carter was unequipped to handle. If he found a way out, it would take time.

  Within that time, Carter would need to eat. He’d need shelter.

  Ma’tic could give him what he needed. If only he’d yield and give Ma’tic what he wanted in return. Their bodies were nearly the same. Ma’tic was larger and stronger, but otherwise, they were biologically almost the same.

  He wanted to be taken by the caveman… maybe he was just as easy as Sir Ian claimed he was. So what if he was? This was a once in a lifetime chance to get fucked by a beast of a man.

  What if Ian was right? What if Ma’tic was capable of getting a male pregnant?

  If he yielded, Carter knew he couldn’t allow the Paleolithic male to come inside him, just in case.

  “Carter hungry. Carter yours.”

  A slow smile spread across Ma’tic’s face. “Caw-ter mine. Ma’tic fuck.”

  Carter trembled at the words. Heat slammed into him, even though he knew it shouldn’t. Ma’tic slid his calloused hands down Carter’s abdomen and hooked a finger under the elastic waistband of his briefs. The male tugged them down to the middle of Carter’s thighs before lifting a foot to pull them to the stone floor.

  “Off,” Ma’tic spat, pointing at Carter’s nearly ruined running shoes. After trekking through mud, they were caked with dirt.

  Carter stepped out of his briefs and walked to the cave’s entrance. He kicked both shoes off before peeling his muddy socks off. Turning back to Ma’tic, he was completely naked.

  “Come,” Ma’tic said, pointing again to the hide on the floor. “Sit.”

  Carter walked back into the depths of the cave and knelt on the hide. Once he was down, Ma’tic reached for his cock. The caveman’s large, calloused hand sliding up his shaft brought a moan to his lips and a smile to Ma’tic’s.

  “Caw-ter like.”

  Heat suffused Carter’s face. His body pulsed with a need unlike any he’d ever known. This being was unpredictable… a beast… and all he wanted was to be fucked and know what it would feel like to lay with a caveman.

  Ma’tic took his lips again and continued to stroke him, over and over. For one so unevolved, Ma’tic surely seemed to know exactly where to touch, which spots to caress gently, and how hard to tug. He pushed Carter higher and higher, until he could barely think straight.

  The caveman broke the kiss and leaned back. He pulled the thin sheath of hide from his waist, baring his hard cock.

  His huge, hard cock.

  Thick veins trailed along the surface, pointing to a red, angry tip. A bead of cum shone from the head. Ma’tic dropped his tiny piece of clothing to the cave’s floor before grasping the back of Carter’s head. “You suck Ma’tic.”

  Carter stared at the impressive cock, the need to do as the caveman demanded rushing through his veins. Carter couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this turned on… he loved an aggressive man and this male… a primordial specimen… was the epitome of ferociousness. His cock hardened all the more at the thought of tasting the caveman’s seed.

  Carter leaned forward and licked the bead of spunk from the male’s head. It was sweeter than the other males Carter had sucked off in the past—but then, he doubted Ma’tic had a diet of beer, take-out, and junk food. Fresh meats and foraged fruits and nuts likely kept Ma’tic’s cum cleaner.

  After a shove to the back of his head, Carter took another inch or two into his mouth, sucking the length. Ma’tic seemed impatient, though. He forced another few inches into Carter’s mouth, stretching it wide. Carter gagged on the length. Ma’tic’s cock was too big for him to take any more—but the caveman wouldn’t stop. He shoved more of his shaft down Carter’s throat. Ma’tic was too strong for Carter to stop him.

  The idaltu male began to fuck Carter’s mouth. His hips rocked back and forth as he stared down at his cock disappearing between Carter’s
lips. “Caw-ter mine.”

  Carter struggled to take the massive cock down his throat—yet at the same time—he was getting harder by the second from the rough treatment. Ma’tic kept up the punishing pace for a few minutes before withdrawing from Carter’s mouth.

  He walked over to the spit and turned the meat once more… and slid his fingers through a small bowl near the fire. When he returned to Carter, he shoved Carter down to the floor on his hands and knees.

  Carter felt something smeared against his anus. Whatever it was—it was warmed and oily feeling. Seconds later, he felt Ma’tic behind him. The crest of Ma’tic’s cock was shoved against his asshole, ready for entry.

  Without ceremony, Ma’tic shoved inside him in one brutal thrust. Carter cried out in pain from the entry, and he tried to pull away. Ma’tic wouldn’t release him. They remained bound, with Ma’tic’s giant cock ripping him open. Carter groaned in torment, his ass stretched wider than it ever had been.

  He cried into the animal hides his face was shoved into, riding the edge of both pleasure and pain as that huge cock stretched him apart.

  Slowly the pain faded into something more pleasurable.

  Once skewered, Ma’tic had remained still, allowing Carter to grow accustomed to the thick impalement. Now he felt the stirrings of need return. He silently begged for Ma’tic to move within him.

  “Caw-ter hurt?”

  Carter nodded. “Yes, that hurt.”

  Ma’tic trailed kisses over Carter’s shoulder, as if in some kind of apology. Carter released a sigh, and slowly, the kisses helped calm him all the more. Seeing that the primordial man was capable of tenderness allowed him to relax.

  When Ma’tic reached below them and began to caress his hard cock, Carter felt the need growing within. His hips began to rock slightly, and that seemed enough to tell Ma’tic to move. The caveman rose slightly and gripped Carter’s hips before he slowly drove in and out of Carter’s body.

  The first few strokes rode the fine line between pleasure and pain. By the third, the pain gradually faded. After a dozen, Carter moaned from the sensations Ma’tic’s huge cock gave him. The idaltu male kept stroking his shaft, making Carter hotter and hotter by the second. He strained under Ma’tic, meeting every, single thrust with his hips.