New Species 05 Brawn (32 page)

“You’re angry and why do you want my mouth open? This is
taking the whole babysitting thing way too far.”

“I’m furious,” he growled. “I should have been asked to care
for you instead of Tiger. He is not the father. He is not the one who mounted
you and bred you. I am. You don’t like me right now and I understand this. This
isn’t about you or me. This is about our child. You need constant care and I will
be the one to give it. Open your mouth.”

“You’re an asshole and what is your obsession with my
mouth?” She pushed on his chest but he held her against him, wouldn’t budge and
she wasn’t strong enough to force him to let go.

His catlike eyes glittered dangerously. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?”

“Do you want me to release you?”

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.”

Becca closed her eyes and tensed, not sure what the hell he
planned to do. She opened her mouth and had a flashback of sitting in a dentist
chair, about to get an exam. It rated right up there with that experience as
she waited to see what Brawn would do. She’d bite him if he hurt her in some
way.

He pressed closer until his chest flattened against her
breasts and her stomach. She felt his breath on her face and his lips covered
hers. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip before he invaded her mouth.

She shouldn’t have been surprised. She struggled but he held
her close, surrounded her body and his hold in her hair kept her head in place.
His tongue manipulated hers and her traitorous body responded as memories
flashed through her mind of him kissing her when they were inside the cage.

She relaxed as passion took over and she fisted his shirt,
kissing him back. A purr sounded and Brawn released her hair to run his hand
down her back. Her arms wound around his neck as his hands dug between her and
the couch cushions. He cupped her ass and lifted her body.

He sat back on his heels and settled her down over his lap.
She straddled him and even through the layers of clothing she couldn’t miss the
feel of his rigid cock straining when he rocked his hips against her, rubbing
her clit. She moaned, instantly turned-on and kissed him frantically.

She ground her hips against his when his strong hands
kneaded her ass and he easily manipulated her body to move against his in an
erotic motion that mimicked fucking. Her nails raked his shirt and she wanted
to feel him inside her again. A desperate urge to be skin to skin with him
became almost as unbearable as wanting him inside her.

The growls and purrs did something to her body, turned her
on more than she could ever remember and she clawed at his shirt, tried to tear
it to reach his skin. Brawn seemed to understand as he tore his mouth away and
they stared at each other, panting.

“No one touches you but me,” he growled softly. “No one.”

Becca stared into his eyes, his words sank in and she fought
for words. She didn’t even know how to react. He suddenly released her ass and
just tore his shirt up his body, arched his back away to do it and she stared
at his bare, muscled torso. She could have stared at him for a while but he
tossed the shirt away and cupped her face with both hands to take possession of
her mouth again.

Becca moaned as he kissed her with a need born from
desperation. She met that passion head-on. Too much time had gone by with her
longing to be in his arms—her hormones were out of control and her sex drive
ragged. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands frantically explored his
hot skin and her nails raked down his back to urge him on. She flattened her
breasts against the hard wall of his chest, her swollen belly came up against
him too but he arched a little to make room for it without crowding the baby.
She barely noticed it but she was glad one of them could remember to be
careful.

He showed his powerful strength by rising from the floor and
she clung tightly to him as he stood on his feet. She didn’t care where he
headed. There was only his mouth and the need for him to keep kissing her. He
shifted his hold, gripped her outer thighs and lifted them enough for her to
easily hook her legs around his hips.

He tore his mouth from hers, causing Becca to make a small
sound of protest when he stopped moving. She opened her eyes, stared deeply
into his amazing ones and he softly purred.

“Hold on.”

She couldn’t wrap around him any more if she tried. Her arms
were around his neck, her legs around his hips, but then he leaned over and
gravity nearly tore her away from him when her weight strained the muscles in
her limbs. A soft mattress cushioned her back and she knew he’d carried her to
the bed.

“Let me go.”

She hesitated but did it. She missed holding him the second
he was free. He backed up, toed off his shoes and both hands lowered to his
jeans. The zipper was loud in the room and Becca knew he was going to fuck her.
Her heart pounded from excitement and she bit her lip.

She could refuse but didn’t want to. Brawn was the sexiest
guy she’d ever seen in her life. The memories of him fucking her had haunted
her almost every night and he starred in every fantasy she had. Hell, she’d
taken up masturbating, pretending it was him touching her instead of her own
fingers.

She felt big and awkward with her pregnant body but shoved
those insecurities away. He’d helped her body get in its current state, was
half responsible and if she had to see stretch marks in the mirror, he could
suffer seeing them too. She ached, wanting to be touched and held. Brawn seemed
more than willing to meet both needs.

“I’ll be careful,” he swore, shoving his pants down. He
wasn’t wearing underwear. “I won’t harm you.”

“Don’t start that shit,” she warned. “Stop talking and help
me before I regain my sanity and realize what a huge mistake this is.”

Anger glinted in his eyes but she didn’t care if he liked
hearing the truth. She twisted, tried to wiggle out of her shirt, but knew
she’d have to sit up to get it off. Brawn had other ideas as he leaned forward
and just fisted the shirt. It tore open and he shredded it away from her arms
easily.

She hadn’t liked that shirt anyway. She braced her bare feet
on the mattress and lifted. Brawn hooked his fingers in the waist of her
stretch pants and peeled them down. He took her panties with them, removed them
all the way and dropped them to the floor. His gaze took her in as she removed
her bra and tossed it aside.

She blushed a little, knowing she didn’t look as sexy as she
used to. Did he find the red marks where her stomach had expanded to be ugly?
They were faint but noticeable. Her belly was rounded now. She was halfway
through the pregnancy and she really hoped she’d shaved down there well. She
couldn’t see her pussy anymore but she did it by feel. Brawn purred again.

“You’re beautiful, swelled with my seed.”

That shot her eyebrows up a little. Her mouth opened but she
closed it. She wasn’t going to touch that one. She’d much rather he touch her.
“Brawn? Are you going to look at me much longer?”

His gaze lifted and he dropped to his knees. His hands
gripped her calves, pulled her down the bed and spread her thighs. She locked
them around his hips and tried to pull him close, wanted him to be inside her
so bad she hurt from it.

He released her and one palm flattened over the lower curve
of her belly. Frustration hit.
Now isn’t the time to explore the shape of my
belly
. He didn’t though as his thumb lowered, brushed against her clit, and
she moaned.

“Yes.”

He massaged her there and she gasped when the fingers of his
other hand tested the slit of her pussy, played in the wetness there and one
thick digit slowly breached her. He twisted it as he slowly finger-fucked her.
Her hips rocked as she tried to urge him to go deeper and her legs squeezed his
hips.

“Brawn,” she panted.

“Say you’re mine,” he rasped.

Her eyes met his and she bit down on her lip. As much as she
wanted him to make her come, she wasn’t going to give in that easily. Her hand
slid down her body and she tried to shove his hand aside. She’d get herself off
if he wanted to play that game.

He growled at her, his finger withdrew from her pussy and he
gripped her wrist. He jerked it away and held it close enough that she could
rub his lower belly. He looked down, adjusted his hips as his thumb still
taunted her clit, drawing her closer to climax. The thick head of his cock
nudged her pussy. He met her gaze right as he pushed forward.

“You are mine.” He snarled the words. His eye color seemed
to darken. “Mine, Becca. Never forget that.”

His cock drove deep into her tight depths. He picked up the
pace, keeping a steady rhythm with his thumb doing circles over the bundle of
nerves. Becca threw her head back and he released her wrist to grab her ass as
he pounded her harder. Her fingers dug into the bedspread for traction when her
back started to slide. He adjusted his hips, taking her at a new angle and he
found that spot that made Becca gasp and call out his name loudly.

“Mine,” he snarled. His cock moved in and out of her,
rubbing that spot. “Say it.”

Becca shook her head. She wasn’t his. She wouldn’t give him
the satisfaction.

He snarled and paused. His hips and thumb stilled, leaving
her hanging on the edge of heaven and hell. Her clit throbbed, her pussy ached
and she just hurt—that close to coming.

“Brawn,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Mine, Becca. I want you to know
who is fucking you and making you feel good.” He thrust into her and his thumb
pressed down on her clit.

Becca threw back her head as Brawn pushed his way deeper
inside her. It didn’t hurt. It was the best feeling in the world. He was so
hard, filled her until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, but he withdrew,
only to slam back in. Becca gripped the bedspread and thrashed under him in
ecstasy, bucking her hips against Brawn.

“So beautiful,” he growled. He thrust into her faster.

Becca whimpered and moaned as her muscles tightened in
anticipation. She cried out as she felt intense pleasure tearing through her.
It was so strong she couldn’t stop his name from slipping out.

Brawn roared. The sound shattered through the room and he
drove into her—one final, deep thrust. He filled her with his warm semen, his
hips grinding against her ass to spill inside her pussy as deeply as possible.
She went limp. She was breathing hard.

Brawn’s hands slid under her back and he pulled her up. He
was still buried inside her. She opened her eyes as she was forced to sit on
the edge of the bed.

“Kiss me,” Brawn demanded.

Becca ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Brawn groaned as
he watched before his mouth slanted over hers. She opened up to him, welcomed
the tender kiss and clung to him when he cradled her tightly against his body
with both arms. He finally ended the kiss by lifting his head.

Their gazes met and held and they studied each other. Brawn
spoke first.

“I’m your male,” he growled softly. “No one else cares for
you but me. I will beat any male who tries. You might not want me to claim you
and you might refuse to be my mate but you won’t refuse this, Becca. I will be
here for you at all times. It will be only me inside you. Only me touching you.
Only my lips kissing you.”

“Brawn,” she said softly. “You know we—”

“Not now. Don’t argue with me after what we shared.”

Her mouth closed, agreeing that it would be a bad time to
fight when she was still feeling all warm and satisfied.

He slowly withdrew from her body, a look of regret clearly on
his expression and helped Becca stand. She didn’t resist when he jerked back
the covers, had her lie down and tucked her in. His ass rested on the edge of
the bed as he sat there staring down at her. One of his hands rubbed her belly
through the bedding.

“Sleep,” he ordered softly. He shook his head. “You rest.
Naps are good for pregnant females. I have something to take care of but I’ll
be back in a few hours.”

She wanted to know what he was going to do and why he
thought he could order her to go to bed but he suddenly leaned down to brush a
kiss over her forehead.

“Let me care for you, beautiful. I need to. I’ll return and
bring you more food. I smelled some when I walked in so I know you have eaten
recently. Close your eyes and rest.”

Becca closed her eyes until his weight lifted from the bed
and she heard him dressing. She peeked through slitted eyelashes as Brawn
zipped his jeans closed. He slowly walked out of the bedroom. Moments later she
heard the door close behind him. Becca felt tears fill her eyes but wiped them
away.

What the hell am I doing?
She had no answer.

Brawn opened the door to the hallway, studied the three
stressed Species officers and ducked under his friend’s arm to leave Becca’s
current home. He closed the door behind him and studied the situation. Bestial
stood with his back to Becca’s suite, arms across his chest, a menacing
expression on his face, blocking the officers’ entry. Brawn arched his eyebrows
as Bestial winked at him.

“They wanted to rush in there when they heard you and the
female making up. I made sure that didn’t happen. Did you claim her?”

Brawn sighed. “She’ll take my body but she won’t agree to be
my mate yet.”

Bestial shook his head. “Weird human females. Well, that’s a
first step. You just need to convince her. It sounded as though you were doing
well.”

Brawn grinned. “I do not need instructions.”

Bestial grinned back. “Good to know.”

“I’m going to my home and pack a bag. I am moving in with
her.” Brawn chuckled. “Her shock will wear off soon and she’s going to be
pissed but she is cute when she’s mad.”

“You are stubborn.” Bestial dropped his hands to his sides.
“You will win.”