New Species 05 Brawn (11 page)

The doctor stomped toward the Species and bent, flipped on a
switch at the machine in front of him and another howl of rage came from the poor
male. His body bucked as the machine started, his hips twisting to get away
from it, but the straps around his waist secured it to him. The horror of what
was being done was unthinkable.

“You’re all going to rot in hell,” Becca swore, struggling
with the bastard who held her, but he refused to let go as he forced her to the
door. “You’re the animals!”

Chapter Six

Becca meekly walked beside Randy. He took her through the
double doors with two goons flanking her in case she put up a fight. She
didn’t, happy to be taken to Brawn. The moment the doors opened into the other
room, Brawn stood. His gaze fixed on her.

“Are you well?” He sounded and looked enraged.

“I’m fine.” Emotionally, she wasn’t but she knew he wondered
if she’d been physically abused.

Brawn growled at Randy as he backed up inside his cell.
“Bring her to me. I will turn and not move.”

“Nope, kitty cat. You don’t get your piece of ass yet. The
doctor ordered me to put her in with 880 now. He’s going to mount her first. I
bet that’s going to eat out your guts, watching him take her.”

Brawn roared and lunged at the front of the cage fast.
Vicious growls tore from his throat.

“He’s lying,” Becca yelled. She had to shout to be heard
over Brawn’s outrage. “He’s fucking with you. That woman said I’m to be put in
with you.”

Brawn stopped pulling at the bars and released them. He took
a few ragged, deep breaths as he backed away again. Randy laughed and slapped
Becca painfully on the ass.

“You ruined my fun, bitch.” He paused before Brawn’s cage.
“If I say jump, you better jump, kitty cat. Otherwise I am going to bend your
bitch over in front of you and make you watch me mount her.”

Furious catlike eyes narrowed when Randy laughed. Becca
could feel Brawn’s intense gaze on her and stopped glaring at the asshole who
was intent on verbally torturing him.

Randy turned his head and his gaze roamed her body. “You
want him bad, don’t you, bitch? You like it doggy style with the kitty cat?”

Becca didn’t say a word, knowing he baited her. She was
outside her cell, helpless with the men around her if they decided to attack.
She watched the goons draw those dart guns as they edged behind the back of
Brawn’s cage. He saw them too and turned to track their movements with his
heated glare. His hands rose to hold the bars along the back of the cage,
giving his back to the cell door.

“I won’t fight or attack. You don’t need to stun me. I won’t
move,” Brawn swore.

The two men looked at each other and frowned. Randy
hesitated. “Nail him if he’s lying and take him down. He’ll wake up to find his
girlfriend fucked and crying if he attempts to rush us.”

Brawn didn’t move as Randy unwrapped the chains and unlocked
the cell door. Becca was tense, ready for an attack, but it didn’t happen.
Randy opened the door a few feet and shoved Becca inside. She turned to face
him, watched the bastard slam the door and secure the chains again. He backed
away.

“Clear. He’s secure.” Randy grinned at her. “Enjoy your time
with him.”

Becca resisted flipping him off. “There’s a special place in
hell for you.”

He winked. “When I die, I’m going to take that fucking place
over. Remember who is out here and who is in there, bitch. That’s all that
matters.”

A big hand touched her shoulder, making her jump. She
swiveled her head and peered up at Brawn. One arm wrapped around her waist,
pulled her against his tall frame and tugged her away from the bars.

“In a few hours your girlfriend is going to do what we
want.” Randy licked his lips and his voice lowered to avoid being picked up by
the camera’s audio equipment. “Remember how you learned not to trust humans?
Don’t forget she’s one.” His gaze fell to Becca. “Please make my day and
refuse. I want to watch you suffer.” He brushed a finger over the bandaged
injury on his cheek to make it clear he hadn’t forgotten who had put it there,
then spun away. “Move out. Let’s go eat breakfast.”

The men disappeared through the double doors. Becca didn’t
watch them go, instead stared up at Brawn’s handsome face. Anger still darkened
his features, worry curved his mouth and he lowered his chin.

“You can trust me. He’s just trying to cause shit between
us.” Those words were hard to get out, worried he’d believe that asshole. Becca
turned in his arms, reached up and gripped his shoulders. He lowered when she
pulled on him enough to get the message across that she wanted him closer to
her mouth. She turned, her lips nearly brushed the shell of his ear and she
whispered, “Do you think the cameras can hear us?”

He nuzzled her nose with his cheek. “Not if we speak this
soft.”

“The woman doctor running this place is insane and wants
sperm samples. They are freezing them to sell to some vile bastards in Europe.
They took that Species who paced inside his cell, hung him upright by his limbs
and hooked him to some fucked-up machines to…” Her voice broke and she
shuddered against the large, warm body pressed close. “It was awful what they
were doing but I couldn’t stop them.”

His body stiffened against hers and a low growl rumbled from
his throat. It made her jerk her head back enough to stare into his eyes. He
avoided her gaze and pulled her tightly into his embrace again.

“What else did you hear?”

“That doctor is wanted by the police, she’s stuck here and
desperate for money. They offered her a lot of it to, um, hell, I don’t even know
how to say this.”

“Just speak. Tell me.” His hands lightly brushed her back.
“I need to know.”

“They want your sperm. They don’t have any Species like you
and she was offered three times as much money if she could freeze and sell
yours without any drugs in your system.” Her cheeks burned, telling him what
those monsters planned. “They want me to help with that.”

He turned his head and so did she until inches separated
their faces. He didn’t appear shocked but anger still burned in his gaze. “Give
sperm without the need of breeding drugs?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m supposed to help you get
turned-on and give a sample.”

His eyes closed and he tilted his head back. A sigh passed
his lips and she stood there grimly watching him. It was a bad situation but she
needed to make it clear so he had all the facts she knew.

“Some scientists want to figure out a way to make Species
sperm live longer—I guess it dies fast from what I was told—and use human
surrogate women to have Species babies. Rich sickos want to buy them. I’m sure
a half New Species baby on the black market would raise a hell of a lot of
bids.” She felt bad for even saying it. “You’re exotic and some people are just
totally screwed up. She also plans to sell all of you when she doesn’t need you
anymore. They have a guard at Homeland working for them, they paid him to say
when you were leaving and followed you to my house. They need to kidnap a
primate Species to have all DNA types—a complete ‘set’. She plans to sell you
to the people who want to buy Species.”

“Exotic animal collectors.” His voice deepened.

“Yeah or other freaks.”

“Why were you screaming after they took you away?” He
sniffed her and opened his eyes. “Where are you hurt?” One hand released her
back to gently cup her injured face, avoided touching her cheek, but studied
it. “You were stuck.” His hand dropped to her waist.

“One of the bastards bruised my thigh. They think they can
use me to control you because it made you mad enough to roar the first time I
screamed. I also kind of attacked one, trying to free the Species guy so I got
nailed in the face.”

He wrapped both arms around her and lifted—surprised her
with that move—and carried her to the cot. He adjusted his hold, sat down and
put her across his lap. One arm remained behind her back but his other one
gripped the hem of her nightshirt, tugging it up to expose her thighs.

She didn’t protest, saw he was intent on examining the red
marks and he pulled the material down quickly. His gaze met hers and silence
stretched between them.

He finally sighed and lowered his focus to her mouth. “We
need to talk.”

Shit
. “I know.” She whispered, hoping it was soft
enough not to be overheard. “They think we’re sleeping together already and I
didn’t tell them otherwise. I just let them keep assuming. It seemed the smart
thing to do at the time but now they expect me to um, help you donate sperm.”
She rushed on before she lost her nerve, “You should have seen what they did to
that other Species guy. I would rather do whatever it takes than let them hurt you
that way.”

“What did they do?”

She dropped her gaze to his bare chest, unable to look him
in the eyes as she muttered a description of the machines and how they worked.
His arm tightened around her waist but he remained silent until she stopped
talking.

“Look at me.” He took a deep breath and peered into her eyes
when she did.

“What?”

“You know what needs to happen if a rescue team hasn’t found
us by the time they want those samples. I don’t want them to do that to me.”
Anger tensed his jaw. “It’s too much to ask of you, isn’t it?”

A blush warmed her cheeks and it was her turn to study his
mouth. It was a plush one, full and tempting. “Any other time I’d probably be
happy to, um…yeah. This isn’t exactly romantic, is it?”

“Becca.”

She stared into his blue eyes. “I know. It was a sad attempt
at a joke.”

“I won’t force you to agree to this. Say no and I’ll go with
them willingly to avoid putting you in danger if I fight.”

She hesitated, her mind working and made a decision. “I was
attracted to you the moment we met and I still am so touching you to help turn
you on wouldn’t be a hardship. I just wish we weren’t here under these
circumstances. I’m not an exhibitionist so that’s going to make it worse.”

“What is that?”

She grinned, glad for the humor. “It’s someone who enjoys
having sex or committing sexual acts in front of other people. They get off on
it. It arouses them more that other people can see what is being done to them.”
She glanced at the camera and all her bravo disappeared. “There are probably cameras
in that room too. I forgot to look, too horrified by what was happening. Shit.
I hope they aren’t keeping recordings of any of the feeds. My dad is going to
have a massive heart attack if I end up being featured on some porn site with
you.”

He gripped her jaw, turned her face until their gaze met and
kept hold of her. “I will make this up to you somehow and we will survive
this.”

The sincerity in his voice assured her that whatever they
had to face, they would do it together.

“You can trust me. I hate these bastards.”

Rage filled Brawn as he tried to console Rebecca Oberto. She
tried to be brave but he couldn’t miss the fear lurking in her eyes as he
stared into them. All the things he’d said to her about why he’d never touch a
human replayed in his mind, he inwardly winced and knew he’d only made things
worse with his candor.

“I won’t hurt you if there is physical contact involved
between us,” he swore. “I do trust you.”

She relaxed a little on his lap and it encouraged him to
continue.

“They are the enemy and we are a team.”

The small smile made him hope she feared him less. The human
male had tried to cause contention with his warning not to trust Becca but he
refused to fall for that. Tim Oberto was highly trusted by Justice, the Species
leader.

Brawn wasn’t sure who at Homeland had betrayed his kind but
he’d bet his life Becca wasn’t a part of it. She had expressive eyes he could
read easily and would be lousy at deceit. She’d been a victim in this nightmare
as well due to her exposure to Species through her father. Tim wouldn’t have
endangered his only child.

He wanted to kill something desperately over the injures to
her frail body and the obvious embarrassment she suffered at telling him things
that didn’t surprise him in the least. Species were objects to Mercile,
products to be used and sold as they saw fit, but he regretted that she’d have
to endure worse soon. Her attempt to save the Species male could have gotten
her killed instead of just a red cheek. That showed him how good a person she
was as well.

He hesitated over telling her the true reason he didn’t want
to be hooked to machines that forced seed from his dick. He’d gladly suffer any
pain to spare her being a participant in gaining the samples but he worried
she’d be killed if she wasn’t useful to their captors. The bastards murdered
anything they deemed ineffectual. A plan to help her formed in his head. She
needed hope and to feel comfortable that he wouldn’t harm her.

“I have a tracking device on me and they’ll find us,” he
rasped, not saying he suspected that their captors had somehow blocked the
signal and help wouldn’t be able to find them.

She nearly bumped his chin with her nose as her head whipped
up and she gaped at him. Her lips parted but no words came out.

He took her hand and moved it to his side, pressed down
until she could feel the coin-sized object inside his sweatpants pocket and
brushed his lips against her ear again. “We keep them on us when we leave
Homeland or Reservation in case we’re taken. They will find us, Becca. Just
hold on.”

Tears filled her eyes when she looked at him and her arm
lifted to wrap around his neck. She curled against his chest, her cheek softly
pressed against his skin and tucked her head under his jaw.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” she
breathed. “I was really worried and freaking out. I wish I’d known sooner.
Maybe we’ll be found in time.”