New Species 05 Brawn (16 page)

Becca’s eyes opened. “Don’t stop.” She stared into his eyes.
“Please, don’t!”

His face turned a little harsh as he growled, his beautiful
eyes wild and he suddenly leaned back. “Let go.”

Shock washed through her that he was ending what was
happening to them but she released him with her hands and unhooked her legs
from the back of his. He didn’t move farther away from her though. Instead he
stunned her by grabbing the pillow on the cot, threw it on the floor between
her spread feet and grabbed her. Her ass left the bed and he used his strength
to turn her in his arms. Her knees hit the pillow, a hand fisted the back of
her nightshirt and pressed her down over the cot.

It happened so fast that it took her a second to realize
he’d bent her over in front of him, pinned her over the bed and his hands
gripped her thighs to shove them apart. Material tore, she felt a pinch at her
hips from her underwear being ripped off and his grip on her shirt let go. He
suddenly curved over her and his hot breath warmed her cheek and neck.

“Tell me ‘no’ if you want this to stop.”

She didn’t. He said he liked to mount a woman from behind.
He’d warned her. She should have remembered that but had forgotten. Maybe it
was the only position he liked.

He licked her neck, brushed a kiss there and made her shiver
as his hands caressed her thighs. “I will be gentle even if it kills me.” His
voice came out gruff, harsh and he breathed fast. “You’re so tight I fear I
will cause you pain.”

Now that she’d adjusted to the shock of being flipped over
and pinned to the cot, she was ready to finish what they had started. Her hands
fisted the bedding and she turned her head enough to stare at him when he
lifted away from kissing her neck. Their gazes locked.

“I want you, Brawn.”

“You’re so wet. I’ll make it good for you.” His head lowered
to her ear. “Close your eyes, beautiful. It’s just us. Just feel.”

He put his knees on the outside of hers, his hands slid
under her shirt, which he didn’t try to remove, and he caressed her sides until
he reached her breasts. She lifted a little to give him room and his palms
cupped both of them. His thumb and index finger rolled her nipples and gently
pinched. She moaned.

Her eyes closed and his mouth opened so warm breath fanned
her neck where his tongue and sharp teeth lightly scratched and nipped gently.
She let out a shaky breath. Passion gripped her and she fisted the bedding
tighter since it was all she could grab.

“Relax for me, beautiful. I’m going to enter you slowly and
make you come hard for me.”

The raspy promise against her ear notched up her desire and
she ground her ass against his sweats and the rigid length of his erection
still trapped inside them. His finger and thumb left one breast and slowly slid
down her side and around the curve of her bent ass. His hand left her and she
knew he shoved at his sweats when his hips backed away. The thick, blunt tip of
his cock brushed against her slick pussy, teased her when it rubbed against her
clit, before he slowly pressed against the entrance.

Becca moaned softly at the feel of being taken, stretched
and parted by his nudging sex. Brawn growled. It could have been a scary noise
but it just turned her on more. He sounded more animal than man, reminding her
he wasn’t fully human but she urged him on by wiggling her ass.

“You don’t know how good you feel, beautiful.” He growled
the words. “So hot, tight and right.” He lightly nipped the sensitive column of
her throat.

“Brawn,” she moaned.

“I’m right here.”

His mouth and tongue ran along the bottom of her ear. He
pushed inside her pussy deeper, made her take more of his thick shaft but
seemed careful not to go in too deep. His hips rocked against her ass, a
steady, slow motion that drew pleasure from both of them.

“How does that feel?”

“Amazing,” she groaned.

“Fast or slow? You tell me what feels best.”

“Fast,” she answered in a heartbeat.

His hand slid back up her body and he gripped both breasts.
His finger and thumb rolled her nipples, pinched and it drove her insane. Her
body jerked and she moaned, shoving her hips back into his. He purred softly
and growled while he thrust his cock into her pussy faster, going a little
deeper and hit a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy.

Becca released the bedding and her hands slid to the edges
of the cot. She wrapped her fingers there to get leverage and shoved her ass
back at him, trying to urge him to stop holding back. She could sense he was
and wanted to experience all he had to give.

His teeth suddenly gripped her shoulder through her shirt.
It caused a sharp stab of pain when he bit down hard enough to hurt but not
break the skin and both of them froze. His teeth opened and he let go. He moved
inside her again, slow at first, gradually building in speed until he was
moving fast.

One of his hands left her breast and he pulled her body a
few inches away from the edge of the cot where he kept her pinned. His hand
slid to her clit and rubbed fast, timed to the beat of his thrusting hips.

Becca moaned loudly, twisted her head to press her cheek
against his upper chest and began to tense. Her sensitive bud slid between his
fingers as he stoked it, tugged on it and pinched a little. She’d never
experienced that amazing feeling before and moaned louder.

“You feel so good,” he rasped. “Can you take more of me?”

She nodded, moaning. Brawn thrust into her deeper, moved
slowly at first, seeming to test if she could handle him and she could. His
hips picked up the pace again and he squeezed her clit tighter between his
fingers, rubbing faster to match the rhythm of his hips. Becca felt almost raw
but she didn’t want Brawn to stop as the climax built.

Her body exploded around Brawn as pure bliss struck. He kept
moving, worked his way in and out of her pussy as her vaginal muscles
convulsed, fucking her harder. He eased off her clit but kept moving as he drew
out her pleasure until she was sure she’d die.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpered.
What a way to go
.

“No.” He growled. “I’m going to make you come again.”

He continued to drive in and out of her rapidly, a sensation
she’d never experienced before and it nearly caused pain but in a way that hurt
so good. His finger returned to her clit and Becca thrashed under him, on
sexual overload, driven beyond the limit of her pleasure threshold. She tensed
around his cock again, muscles clenched hard and she screamed against the
bedding as she came a second time.

“Yes,” Brawn snarled. His body trembled violently and she
felt him inside her, so hot, thick and stone hard. He threw back his head and
drove into her deeply one last time. A roar tore from his throat. He came so
hard and hot that Becca could feel every warm blast of his semen filling her,
every jerk of his pleasure as his hips ground against her ass until his body
collapsed down on top of her, nearly crushing her under his weight.

Brawn recovered first and lifted off enough to allow her to
catch her breath. He spread kisses over her neck as his tongue licked the skin
between her ear and her shoulder.

Becca’s eyes were closed, recovering from the best sex she’d
ever had in her life and she ignored the sweat that tickled her body. She
wasn’t sure where she ended and he began with their bodies so tightly pressed
together. She felt fused to him and didn’t even care that her ears still rang a
little from the sound he’d made when he’d come. His weight felt solid and good
on her.

“Becca?” he rasped softly.

“Um?”

“Did I hurt you?”

She smiled and shook her head.

“Are you a little sore?”

She hesitated. She felt a little hot and raw where they were
connected. She nodded.

He kissed her shoulder. “Okay.”

She flinched a little when he withdrew his still-hard cock
from her pussy slowly. He softly cursed. “I should have been gentler.”

“It wasn’t that. I’ve never come two times in a row and
you’re a little impressive in size. You weren’t kidding about being bigger.”

His body eased totally off her and he backed a few inches
away. She lifted up enough to turn her head to watch him pull up his sweats.
Their gazes met and he blindly gripped her nightshirt, which had ridden up to
her waist and jerked it down to cover her ass. He looked down, bent to retrieve
something and lifted her destroyed underwear.

His cheeks darkened with a blush as he glanced up. “I’m
sorry. I destroyed them.”

“It’s okay.” She wished she had them still but it was worth
the loss. The nightshirt fell to her knees so she would be covered.

He used them to clean her and shoved them under a corner of
the cot. She pushed off the mattress to straighten her body and felt a little
shaky from the sex and lack of having a decent meal. Brawn reached out and
cupped her cheek, stared deeply into her eyes and a tender expression softened
his features.

“I—”

“She likes you, kitty cat. I guess if anyone knows pussy it
would be you.” Randy’s voice startled them both.

Horror filled Becca as her head whipped toward the side of
the cage to gawk at the vile man. He stood there smirking, his arms crossed
over his chest. Two other men stood behind them. They all stared at her with
expressions that assured her they’d been watching long enough to have gotten a
show.

Brawn rose to his feet and snarled menacingly at them,
reached down and grabbed her arm. She was pulled a little roughly to stand, too
stunned to get up from her knees on her own and was shoved behind his big body
to block her from the men’s view.

“I see why you like her.” Randy chuckled. “Tight, huh? I
told you he was holding back on you, Becca. He gave it up eight times and could
still bang you.”

“Don’t say her name,” Brawn threatened. “Don’t talk to her.”

“Possessive bastard, aren’t you? I guess I’d be protective
of a fine piece of ass too. The doctor is real happy with the samples you gave
up. Get some sleep because in seven hours, she wants more.”

Becca heard them walk away. Brawn turned, their gazes met
and she leaned in to him. His arms wrapped around her and he lowered his chin
to the top of her head as he pulled her tighter against his body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear them.”

“We were kind of distracted.” Embarrassment and dismay still
gripped her that those assholes had been watching her and Brawn together. “I
didn’t hear them either.”

“I should have.” His voice deepened to reveal the extent of
his rage. “I am so sorry.”

She hugged him tighter. “It’s not your fault.”

It is
, Brawn disagreed silently. With his heightened
senses, he should have been aware of every sound and smell. He inhaled,
couldn’t miss the human-male stench of their captors and their lust. His arms
tightened. Those men wanted his Becca. He turned his head, his gaze narrowed as
he watched his enemy leave the room and realized how much danger he’d exposed
her to, even if she didn’t.

Human males were the animals. They wouldn’t harm Becca as
long as they could use her to keep him in line but once they didn’t need that
anymore, he feared the men would plot to touch her. He held back a snarl of
outrage.

He needed to get her out of there, to escape with her and he
was still outraged that she’d even suggested he allow her to die so he might
break free at her expense. She believed the Species males were his priority but
she was wrong. He nuzzled the top of her head, breathed in her scent and held
her tighter.

His gaze left the double doors once the threat was gone,
glanced at the two cages containing the sleeping males and could still pick up
the scent of the third. Worry ate at him for those three males and the smell of
drugs in the air assured him that’s what kept them so docile and he knew that
if he had to choose, the choice had already been made.

Becca was the most important thing to him. Without
hesitation, he’d give his life and those of the males and kill every human who
posed a threat to her. He adjusted his hold, lifted her gently in his arms and
saw how pale she looked when she stared into his eyes. Tears made her blue eyes
glimmer and he felt like a total bastard. He’d promised to shield her body yet
he hadn’t. He’d selfishly taken her at a great expense.

She’d never forgive him regardless of her being generous
enough to share the blame. He knew the truth. Even if they survived somehow, if
they got out of this nightmare alive, their time together was tainted by the
ugliness of being locked inside a cage by their captors. He laid her down on
the cot, curled up tightly to her on the small bed and tucked her firmly
against his body.

“Sleep,” he urged. “I am here and will protect you.”
As
much as I am able
. Shame burned deeply that he felt so helpless. She
deserved a better male. He’d failed her miserably.

Chapter Nine

Tim Oberto was fit to be tied. “What the fuck is taking so
long?”

Tiger, head of security for the NSO, watched the man grimly.
“We lost the signal.”

“How the hell could this happen?” Tim paced like a caged
animal. “They took my daughter.”

Tiger knew what it was like to pace that way. He’d been
caged. He watched the human male and could relate to his worry. Tiger felt that
emotion too. He didn’t know the man’s daughter, Rebecca Oberto, but he did know
Brawn.

“We have to search the area and it’s taking time. You have
your men out here too, going to every building.” Tiger took a deep breath. “The
signal was last active in this section and they have to be within a mile
radius. It’s an industrial area and hundreds of buildings are close together.”

Tim spun. “You know this guy, right? This Brawn? I want you
to tell me everything about him now. He’s with my daughter.”