New Species 05 Brawn (28 page)

She shook her head. “You’re really angry and I’m really
happy to be on this side of the table. Don’t you dare touch me, Brawn. I know
you are upset but this isn’t my fault any more than it’s yours.”

“Come here.”

She refused to budge. “You’re angry.”

“Yes,” he growled. “You should have told me.”

Her anger flared. “When would that have been? When you came
to get your stuff from my house? Maybe when you called me?” She crossed her
arms over her chest. “That’s right. You didn’t do either of those things. You
had my father pack your stuff and send it to you. You never called to even see
how I was. Why should I have called you?”

“You won’t come to me?”

“No. I like this much distance between us. I’d like it
better if you just left.”

He came at her, his graceful movements reminding her of an
animal slowly stalking his prey, and Becca backed up until the wall stopped
her. Her breathing increased to a near pant from fear when his hands lifted to
flatten on the wall on each side of her.

She watched as his eyes closed, his features softened and to
her stunned surprise, he slowly lowered down her body to his knees. His face
inched closer until he pressed his nose against her shirt, his hands released
the walls to gently grip her hips and he nuzzled her belly.

“What are you doing?” She was frozen.

He sniffed, softly purred and turned his head to nuzzle his
cheek over her belly. His hands slid on her pants, hooked her shirt and pushed
it up enough to reveal the rounded mound. He pressed his warm cheek to her
skin, another soft purr rumbled out of him and he just stayed there.

“Brawn?” Her voice quavered. “What are you doing?”

“I can smell him.”

“What?”

He lifted his chin and his eyes opened. The blue was back in
his irises, the darkness gone and he held her gaze. “I scent my son.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant but his anger seemed to have
totally dissipated. She breathed a little easier and tried to calm. She relaxed
more against the wall and tried to slow her racing heart. The danger of him
exploding into a rage seemed to have passed.

“Did you think I wouldn’t want him?”

She hated to see tears fill Brawn’s eyes but couldn’t miss
them. Regret slammed into her. “I didn’t know.” Emotion choked her voice and
she had to swallow. “I was afraid.”

“You believed I’d hurt you?” Some of the anger returned to
his steady gaze.

“I don’t know. I’m hormonal, just afraid of everything and
tried to do the best I could on my own.”

“You’re not alone anymore.” He pushed her shirt a little
higher on her ribs, gently released it, and dropped his attention to her bare
stomach. “I’m here.”

But for how long?
That stray thought made her tense.
If he said they were a team, she’d have to slap him. She’d heard that before.
Staring down at him made her heart soften though. They were having a baby
together, had created a life. Hot tears filled her eyes.

Brawn’s calloused fingertips caressed the skin over her
belly, so warm and gentle that she closed her eyes to hide how she reacted. He
rubbed his cheek against her stomach again, softly purred and the baby kicked
in response. His fingers lowered and he lightly gripped her hips and gasped.

“Yes,” she told him softly. “He kicked.”

“My son,” Brawn rumbled, his voice too gruff to sound
totally human.

Becca turned her head and remained still, allowing him to
enjoy the awe of her pregnant belly. She’d had countless of those magical
moments since learning of her pregnancy. His fingers moved, hooked the top of
her pants and nudged them down a little. She allowed it, figured he wanted to
see her lower belly, but gasped when he tore them down to her knees, baring her
panties. Her eyes flew open and she gaped at him.

Brawn stared into her eyes, not glancing at the skin he’d
revealed or the scrap of satin covering her mound as she tried to twist away.
Strong hands gripped her hips quickly and held her in place against the wall.

“What are you doing?” Her gaze darted to the locked door and
back to Brawn. “Move.” She tried to twist out of his hold again, knowing she
couldn’t jerk her pants up with his body in the way. “Cover me up.”

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 pussy 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 hips 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 climax
first and make sure she was prepared to take him. He’d never forget how tightly
she sheathed his cock 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 hips 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 fuck her into submission. He withdrew his tongue, hated
to leave the heaven he found there, but focused on her clit again. 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 pussy 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 pussy with his fingertips. One finger sank into
the slick heat, exploring how soft she was inside and stroked her by fucking
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
pussy 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 clit and sucked. An explosion of rapture
rocked through her body as she cried out. The sound was muffled against the
cotton top.

Brawn released her clit and 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 cock
but she felt the thick head of it slide through her folds, hesitate at the
opening of her pussy 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 hips jerked, she
wiggled her ass sharply and her pussy was slick enough to make the crown of his
cock 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.