He let go of one hip, gripped her shoe and tugged.
“Brawn! What the hell are you doing?”
“I want to see you.” He wrestled her slip-on shoes off her feet, tossing them aside.
“You are.” Her gaze darted back to the door, more than a bit alarmed that someone might unlock it and find her pants around her knees. She grabbed his thick, broad shoulders and pushed. “You’re seeing more than my belly. Let go or back off.”
He straightened up, towered over her and softly growled. “Becca.”
She pushed on his chest but shouldn’t have bothered since it was like trying to move a solid wall. She gasped when his foot stepped on the material between her legs. Her pants were shoved down more to tangle at her ankles. Brawn shocked her again when he pulled her a few inches from the wall, one arm wrapped around her and her feet left the floor as he lifted her.
“Put me down!” She didn’t yell, too afraid someone would come in, but Brawn just turned and laid her on her back over the exam table. She stared up at him in shock as he reached down, fisted her pants trapped around her ankles and lifted her legs.
“What are you doing?” She tried to roll away but her legs were straight up, held there, and it kept her on her back.
“Exploring. I won’t hurt you.”
“This is totally rude, inappropriate and wrong!” She reached for her shirt, tried to shove it down to cover something, anything, but Brawn had other ideas.
He pulled her down the table. She forgot the shirt to grab at the sides to keep from being dropped on the floor but he stopped when her ass reached the edge. To her shock he dropped to his knees, released her pants and gripped her inner thighs. She hadn’t expected that move or for him to dip his head to get between them.
“Relax,” he demanded, his voice deep.
“What are you doing?”
She was exposed with her thighs spread apart. She stared into his amazing eyes, remembering why she’d been so drawn to him. A sexy purr filled the room. Memories were instant of their time together inside that cage, all the nights she’d remembered every vivid detail of his hands and mouth on her. Her libido flared to life. It had been a lonely, hormonal nine weeks filled with desires she had been denied.
He wiggled in to force her thighs farther apart so he could fit between them. She couldn’t get away with her pants linking her ankles together and wasn’t sure she wanted to even really try. Curiosity overrode any fear at his aggressive actions. He spread her more, her ankles feeling a bit squeezed by the material that ended up stretched across his upper back. His gaze lowered.
“That’s not my stomach!”
He glanced up. “I dreamed of this.”
“Of pinning a pregnant woman on a table and holding her ankles behind you with her own pants? Get out of there and stop whatever you’re doing.” She wished she was sure she meant the words but was proud she got them out.
He dropped his gaze and her cheeks warmed, knowing he stared at her blue, satin panties. She gasped when his palm covered her there, the heat of his hand soaking through to her skin. His fingers hooked one edge of them as he pulled the fragile material to the side to expose her pu**y to his view. He growled softly, inhaled slowly and licked his lips.
Becca was stunned as he seemed to be breathing her in, not something she’d seen coming and could only think of one thing. “That’s not my stomach either.” He’s not going to go down on me, is he? That question made her heart rate rocket.
He held her gaze and repeated, “I dreamed of this.”
Brawn suddenly opened his mouth and lowered his head. His face burrowed against her inner thighs and she gasped when his hot tongue lightly traced over her clit. She jerked, her fingers released the sides of the table to grab at his black hair and fisted long strands of it. She tugged but he only pressed his face tighter. He growled, caused vibrations to transfer from his tongue against the sensitive bud and her entire body tensed. He licked her again, growled deeper, more of a rumble and applied more pressure. Sensations of pleasure jolted through her.
“Oh God. That’s not fair.”
Becca tasted so good. Her feminine scent mixed with the Species one coming from her because she carried his child was intoxicating to Brawn and made him lightheaded. Everything inside him screamed that she was his, marked by him in every way possible and he wanted to claim her for good.
The sharp jerk on his hair only made him more determined to show her that he was her male. He growled louder, deeper, and his entire body quivered from the strength of his emotions. Her fingers eased and instead massaged his scalp, her fingernails lightly scoring him there as he feasted on her.
The heady aroma of her arousal urged him on as it grew stronger and he tore at the object in his way. Delicate fabric easily gave way and he threw her destroyed panties to the floor. He wanted her pants gone too but needed them to keep her legs wrapped around him. She required some coaxing into accepting him and he used his mouth to tame her.
“Brawn,” she moaned.
Her legs tightened around him and her h*ps arched against his tongue. Triumph struck. She was his, knew it, and the wild side of him pushed forward to take her. He forced it back, wanted to bring her to cl**ax first and make sure she was prepared to take him. He’d never forget how tightly she sheathed his c**k and he wanted to make sure he could enter her easily. A little fear held him back as well. She carried his child and he’d have to take her with extreme care.
His tongue left her clit, licked lower and he groaned. She was so wet, her cream so sweet and he couldn’t get enough as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her. Her vaginal walls were squeezed together, he had to fight to penetrate even a few inches and she ground her h*ps against his mouth.
Her breathing increased—soft pants and moans, music to his ears. Becca was his. That thought kept replaying over and over, soothing some of his desperation to f**k her into submission. He withdrew his tongue, hated to leave the heaven he found there, but focused on her cl*tagain. He frantically stroked the bundle of nerves, determined to make her cry out his name. His dick ached so hard it threatened to break the zipper on his jeans.
He knew she was close by the way her fingers fisted his hair again. She didn’t tug at him to leave her pu**y this time, instead held him there and her thighs gripped him tightly. Her legs shook as she sucked in air and he tested the slit of her pu**y with his fingertips. One finger sank into the slick heat, exploring how soft she was inside and stroked her by f**king her with the thick digit.
Becca was his mate. She carried his child. She was just his.
Becca thrashed on the exam table, bit her lip hard and tried frantically to remember that people were nearby. Brawn had shocked her by going down on her but she hurt to come. She was so close and then he breached her pu**y with a finger, pushed in deep and she threw her head back, turned it to the side and pressed her shoulder over her mouth. His finger drove in and out of her as he sealed his lips over her cl*tand sucked. An explosion of rapture rocked through her body as she cried out. The sound was muffled against the cotton top.
Brawn released her cl*tand slowly withdrew his finger. Spasms of pleasure still ebbed through her belly, made her shiver and she barely realized that he rolled his shoulders and did something to free her legs as one ankle slipped out of the stretch pants. It wasn’t until strong fingers gripped her under her knees that she forced her eyes open.
Brawn rose to his feet and she met his gaze. The blue of his eyes showed his passion and he settled her ankles on the tops of his shoulders. He reached down and the sound of his zipper opening made her realize what was going to happen. She didn’t protest. She’d missed Brawn, had fantasized about him making love to her, but the setting wasn’t ideal. They were in an exam room. The door was locked though and no one had tried to get in, at least not that she’d noticed, but she’d been distracted.
He leaned over a little, one hand gripped her thigh and his other hand remained between them. Her rounded belly hid the sight of his c**k but she felt the thick head of it slide through her folds, hesitate at the opening of her pu**y before he pushed a little against her.
“You’re mine, Becca.” He softly growled at her. “I claim you as my mate.”
“What?” One of her legs jerked and her ankle slipped off his shoulder. Her bare foot flattened on his chest and she pushed at him a little.
Exotic eyes narrowed. “You’re my mate. My child. My female. Mine.”
An icy sensation of dread tore through her with brutal force that sobered her from the sexual haze she’d experienced. Her h*ps jerked, she wiggled her ass sharply and her pu**y was slick enough to make the crown of his c**k slip up to rub against her clit.
“No.”
The look of instant confusion blanked his features.
“No,” she repeated more firmly.
He growled. “You deny me entry?” He glanced down. “You want me. You can’t deny that. I won’t hurt you.”
She shoved at his chest again with her bare foot. Her heel rubbed on his shirt and shoved it up a few inches. “No! I’m not your mate. Claim me? No!”
Rage gripped his features and he threw back his head. A roar tore out of him and Becca screamed, instantly terrified. He released her and jumped back. She rolled and nearly fell off the table but managed to just slide off without hitting her belly. One ankle still held her pants and she backed up, almost tripped on the damn fabric, and put the table between them.
“You’re my mate,” Brawn snarled. “Mine.”
Becca bent, tried to make sense of her tangled pants and panicked when she couldn’t figure them out.
“Open the door!” Trisha yelled. “What is going on in there?”
“Move,” a male voice demanded.
Something hit the door and it crashed open. All Becca could do was duck down a little to hide her bare lower half behind the table and shove her shirt over her exposed belly.
Slade stumbled into the room. The New Species glanced at her, his gaze seemed to take in everything in a sweeping gaze and he spun when the doctor tried to get around him. He grabbed her around her waist, jerked her off her feet and shoved her at the other New Species male who tried to enter the room.
“Take her down the hall,” Slade ordered.
“What is going on?” Trisha kicked at the other male, twisted her head and got a view of Brawn because she gasped.
Becca followed the woman’s wide stare and saw that Brawn’s pants were still open, his c**k out and he was as hard as a rock. The New Species holding her softly cursed.
“My man, zip up. That’s more of you than I want to see.” He turned, still holding the doctor and kept his back to the room.
“Put me down, Tiger. What is going on?” Trisha fought his hold.
“I think that’s obvious,” Slade snorted. “Zip up, Brawn. My mate doesn’t get to see anyone’s dick but mine.”
“Get out,” Brawn demanded. He shoved his stiff c**k into his pants but didn’t close the front of them. “This is between Becca and me.”
Speak, her mind demanded. “I won’t be your mate. I don’t care if I’m pregnant and you’re the father. That’s no reason to fling words like that around and what the hell is claiming? Just don’t even go there.”
“Shit,” Tiger muttered, turned and eased Trisha down onto her feet. “You too, my man? I was sure you’d never go down.”
Becca’s face heated fast with embarrassment. How had they known what Brawn had just done to her? It was probably their sense of smell, which only made it worse. She breathed through her nose, couldn’t pick up anything but the sterile smell of the exam room, but she didn’t have their enhanced traits.
“That’s my baby and that makes you mine too.” Brawn’s angry gaze fixed on her and he flashed his fangs her way as he growled.
“Screw you.” She forgot to be embarrassed over the situation of having people in the room who had just caught them after an intimate moment. “I’m not marrying you, mating you, or allowing you to claim me.”
“It’s kind of the same thing,” Tiger offered.
She shot him a glare. “Thanks.” Her focus returned to Brawn.
“I will screw you.” He advanced a step toward her but Slade grabbed his arm. Brawn’s head swung in his direction, glanced at the hand on his biceps and he snarled, “Let go. Don’t interfere.”
“Calm down,” Slade ordered, his voice deepening. “She’s human, with child, and you’re showing your teeth. Take a deep breath through your mouth and get a handle on your emotions.”
“Don’t fight.” Tiger gently pushed Trisha against the wall by the door. “The room is too small and the females will get injured.”
Brawn jerked out of Slade’s hold and tried to step away but the Species male grabbed him again. “Calm down!”
“Get out and leave us.”
“Don’t you dare,” Becca gasped. “You said I’d be safe here. Prove it. Get him away from me.”
“That’s my child.”
“I’m not denying that but it doesn’t give you the right to make rash statements like we’re together. We’re not.”
“We are.”
Becca opened her mouth but a dizzy spell hit, spots appeared before her eyes and she nearly crumpled forward over the table. Her hands caught her weight but she couldn’t miss the sound of a harsh snarl. Two strong arms wrapped around her body—one around her rib cage and the other around her hips, under her expanded belly.
“I’ve got you. What’s wrong?” Brawn was alarmed.
“Brawn! What the hell are you doing?”
“I want to see you.” He wrestled her slip-on shoes off her feet, tossing them aside.
“You are.” Her gaze darted back to the door, more than a bit alarmed that someone might unlock it and find her pants around her knees. She grabbed his thick, broad shoulders and pushed. “You’re seeing more than my belly. Let go or back off.”
He straightened up, towered over her and softly growled. “Becca.”
She pushed on his chest but shouldn’t have bothered since it was like trying to move a solid wall. She gasped when his foot stepped on the material between her legs. Her pants were shoved down more to tangle at her ankles. Brawn shocked her again when he pulled her a few inches from the wall, one arm wrapped around her and her feet left the floor as he lifted her.
“Put me down!” She didn’t yell, too afraid someone would come in, but Brawn just turned and laid her on her back over the exam table. She stared up at him in shock as he reached down, fisted her pants trapped around her ankles and lifted her legs.
“What are you doing?” She tried to roll away but her legs were straight up, held there, and it kept her on her back.
“Exploring. I won’t hurt you.”
“This is totally rude, inappropriate and wrong!” She reached for her shirt, tried to shove it down to cover something, anything, but Brawn had other ideas.
He pulled her down the table. She forgot the shirt to grab at the sides to keep from being dropped on the floor but he stopped when her ass reached the edge. To her shock he dropped to his knees, released her pants and gripped her inner thighs. She hadn’t expected that move or for him to dip his head to get between them.
“Relax,” he demanded, his voice deep.
“What are you doing?”
She was exposed with her thighs spread apart. She stared into his amazing eyes, remembering why she’d been so drawn to him. A sexy purr filled the room. Memories were instant of their time together inside that cage, all the nights she’d remembered every vivid detail of his hands and mouth on her. Her libido flared to life. It had been a lonely, hormonal nine weeks filled with desires she had been denied.
He wiggled in to force her thighs farther apart so he could fit between them. She couldn’t get away with her pants linking her ankles together and wasn’t sure she wanted to even really try. Curiosity overrode any fear at his aggressive actions. He spread her more, her ankles feeling a bit squeezed by the material that ended up stretched across his upper back. His gaze lowered.
“That’s not my stomach!”
He glanced up. “I dreamed of this.”
“Of pinning a pregnant woman on a table and holding her ankles behind you with her own pants? Get out of there and stop whatever you’re doing.” She wished she was sure she meant the words but was proud she got them out.
He dropped his gaze and her cheeks warmed, knowing he stared at her blue, satin panties. She gasped when his palm covered her there, the heat of his hand soaking through to her skin. His fingers hooked one edge of them as he pulled the fragile material to the side to expose her pu**y to his view. He growled softly, inhaled slowly and licked his lips.
Becca was stunned as he seemed to be breathing her in, not something she’d seen coming and could only think of one thing. “That’s not my stomach either.” He’s not going to go down on me, is he? That question made her heart rate rocket.
He held her gaze and repeated, “I dreamed of this.”
Brawn suddenly opened his mouth and lowered his head. His face burrowed against her inner thighs and she gasped when his hot tongue lightly traced over her clit. She jerked, her fingers released the sides of the table to grab at his black hair and fisted long strands of it. She tugged but he only pressed his face tighter. He growled, caused vibrations to transfer from his tongue against the sensitive bud and her entire body tensed. He licked her again, growled deeper, more of a rumble and applied more pressure. Sensations of pleasure jolted through her.
“Oh God. That’s not fair.”
Becca tasted so good. Her feminine scent mixed with the Species one coming from her because she carried his child was intoxicating to Brawn and made him lightheaded. Everything inside him screamed that she was his, marked by him in every way possible and he wanted to claim her for good.
The sharp jerk on his hair only made him more determined to show her that he was her male. He growled louder, deeper, and his entire body quivered from the strength of his emotions. Her fingers eased and instead massaged his scalp, her fingernails lightly scoring him there as he feasted on her.
The heady aroma of her arousal urged him on as it grew stronger and he tore at the object in his way. Delicate fabric easily gave way and he threw her destroyed panties to the floor. He wanted her pants gone too but needed them to keep her legs wrapped around him. She required some coaxing into accepting him and he used his mouth to tame her.
“Brawn,” she moaned.
Her legs tightened around him and her h*ps arched against his tongue. Triumph struck. She was his, knew it, and the wild side of him pushed forward to take her. He forced it back, wanted to bring her to cl**ax first and make sure she was prepared to take him. He’d never forget how tightly she sheathed his c**k and he wanted to make sure he could enter her easily. A little fear held him back as well. She carried his child and he’d have to take her with extreme care.
His tongue left her clit, licked lower and he groaned. She was so wet, her cream so sweet and he couldn’t get enough as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her. Her vaginal walls were squeezed together, he had to fight to penetrate even a few inches and she ground her h*ps against his mouth.
Her breathing increased—soft pants and moans, music to his ears. Becca was his. That thought kept replaying over and over, soothing some of his desperation to f**k her into submission. He withdrew his tongue, hated to leave the heaven he found there, but focused on her cl*tagain. He frantically stroked the bundle of nerves, determined to make her cry out his name. His dick ached so hard it threatened to break the zipper on his jeans.
He knew she was close by the way her fingers fisted his hair again. She didn’t tug at him to leave her pu**y this time, instead held him there and her thighs gripped him tightly. Her legs shook as she sucked in air and he tested the slit of her pu**y with his fingertips. One finger sank into the slick heat, exploring how soft she was inside and stroked her by f**king her with the thick digit.
Becca was his mate. She carried his child. She was just his.
Becca thrashed on the exam table, bit her lip hard and tried frantically to remember that people were nearby. Brawn had shocked her by going down on her but she hurt to come. She was so close and then he breached her pu**y with a finger, pushed in deep and she threw her head back, turned it to the side and pressed her shoulder over her mouth. His finger drove in and out of her as he sealed his lips over her cl*tand sucked. An explosion of rapture rocked through her body as she cried out. The sound was muffled against the cotton top.
Brawn released her cl*tand slowly withdrew his finger. Spasms of pleasure still ebbed through her belly, made her shiver and she barely realized that he rolled his shoulders and did something to free her legs as one ankle slipped out of the stretch pants. It wasn’t until strong fingers gripped her under her knees that she forced her eyes open.
Brawn rose to his feet and she met his gaze. The blue of his eyes showed his passion and he settled her ankles on the tops of his shoulders. He reached down and the sound of his zipper opening made her realize what was going to happen. She didn’t protest. She’d missed Brawn, had fantasized about him making love to her, but the setting wasn’t ideal. They were in an exam room. The door was locked though and no one had tried to get in, at least not that she’d noticed, but she’d been distracted.
He leaned over a little, one hand gripped her thigh and his other hand remained between them. Her rounded belly hid the sight of his c**k but she felt the thick head of it slide through her folds, hesitate at the opening of her pu**y before he pushed a little against her.
“You’re mine, Becca.” He softly growled at her. “I claim you as my mate.”
“What?” One of her legs jerked and her ankle slipped off his shoulder. Her bare foot flattened on his chest and she pushed at him a little.
Exotic eyes narrowed. “You’re my mate. My child. My female. Mine.”
An icy sensation of dread tore through her with brutal force that sobered her from the sexual haze she’d experienced. Her h*ps jerked, she wiggled her ass sharply and her pu**y was slick enough to make the crown of his c**k slip up to rub against her clit.
“No.”
The look of instant confusion blanked his features.
“No,” she repeated more firmly.
He growled. “You deny me entry?” He glanced down. “You want me. You can’t deny that. I won’t hurt you.”
She shoved at his chest again with her bare foot. Her heel rubbed on his shirt and shoved it up a few inches. “No! I’m not your mate. Claim me? No!”
Rage gripped his features and he threw back his head. A roar tore out of him and Becca screamed, instantly terrified. He released her and jumped back. She rolled and nearly fell off the table but managed to just slide off without hitting her belly. One ankle still held her pants and she backed up, almost tripped on the damn fabric, and put the table between them.
“You’re my mate,” Brawn snarled. “Mine.”
Becca bent, tried to make sense of her tangled pants and panicked when she couldn’t figure them out.
“Open the door!” Trisha yelled. “What is going on in there?”
“Move,” a male voice demanded.
Something hit the door and it crashed open. All Becca could do was duck down a little to hide her bare lower half behind the table and shove her shirt over her exposed belly.
Slade stumbled into the room. The New Species glanced at her, his gaze seemed to take in everything in a sweeping gaze and he spun when the doctor tried to get around him. He grabbed her around her waist, jerked her off her feet and shoved her at the other New Species male who tried to enter the room.
“Take her down the hall,” Slade ordered.
“What is going on?” Trisha kicked at the other male, twisted her head and got a view of Brawn because she gasped.
Becca followed the woman’s wide stare and saw that Brawn’s pants were still open, his c**k out and he was as hard as a rock. The New Species holding her softly cursed.
“My man, zip up. That’s more of you than I want to see.” He turned, still holding the doctor and kept his back to the room.
“Put me down, Tiger. What is going on?” Trisha fought his hold.
“I think that’s obvious,” Slade snorted. “Zip up, Brawn. My mate doesn’t get to see anyone’s dick but mine.”
“Get out,” Brawn demanded. He shoved his stiff c**k into his pants but didn’t close the front of them. “This is between Becca and me.”
Speak, her mind demanded. “I won’t be your mate. I don’t care if I’m pregnant and you’re the father. That’s no reason to fling words like that around and what the hell is claiming? Just don’t even go there.”
“Shit,” Tiger muttered, turned and eased Trisha down onto her feet. “You too, my man? I was sure you’d never go down.”
Becca’s face heated fast with embarrassment. How had they known what Brawn had just done to her? It was probably their sense of smell, which only made it worse. She breathed through her nose, couldn’t pick up anything but the sterile smell of the exam room, but she didn’t have their enhanced traits.
“That’s my baby and that makes you mine too.” Brawn’s angry gaze fixed on her and he flashed his fangs her way as he growled.
“Screw you.” She forgot to be embarrassed over the situation of having people in the room who had just caught them after an intimate moment. “I’m not marrying you, mating you, or allowing you to claim me.”
“It’s kind of the same thing,” Tiger offered.
She shot him a glare. “Thanks.” Her focus returned to Brawn.
“I will screw you.” He advanced a step toward her but Slade grabbed his arm. Brawn’s head swung in his direction, glanced at the hand on his biceps and he snarled, “Let go. Don’t interfere.”
“Calm down,” Slade ordered, his voice deepening. “She’s human, with child, and you’re showing your teeth. Take a deep breath through your mouth and get a handle on your emotions.”
“Don’t fight.” Tiger gently pushed Trisha against the wall by the door. “The room is too small and the females will get injured.”
Brawn jerked out of Slade’s hold and tried to step away but the Species male grabbed him again. “Calm down!”
“Get out and leave us.”
“Don’t you dare,” Becca gasped. “You said I’d be safe here. Prove it. Get him away from me.”
“That’s my child.”
“I’m not denying that but it doesn’t give you the right to make rash statements like we’re together. We’re not.”
“We are.”
Becca opened her mouth but a dizzy spell hit, spots appeared before her eyes and she nearly crumpled forward over the table. Her hands caught her weight but she couldn’t miss the sound of a harsh snarl. Two strong arms wrapped around her body—one around her rib cage and the other around her hips, under her expanded belly.
“I’ve got you. What’s wrong?” Brawn was alarmed.
