“You’re being stupid and stubborn. I’m not perfect but I also don’t want to die by starving to death or being shot like some rabid dog by these assholes. I’d rather go out fighting for a purpose. Now stop being so naїve and man up.” That line worked for her father when he tried to rile his men in training. She hoped it had the same effect with Brawn. “Do the smart thing and stop being so damn sweet,” she hissed.
He threw his head back and roared. Terror gripped Becca in a flash, her jaw dropped open and she realized she’d pushed him too far. His head lowered and his mouth sealed over hers. His tongue thrust between her parted lips and he kissed her.
The shock quickly faded as she realized he wasn’t going to kill her. It was worse. He was going to make her want him and his gift of manipulating her mouth was golden. She kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his neck and she barely noticed when he adjusted his hold from her hips to grip her thighs, which he spread apart. She wrapped them around his hips.
They were moving, the motion barely registered in her mind, too caught up in their dueling tongues. He promised all kinds of hot things with the passion he shared while fucking her with his tongue, making her body respond full force. Her breasts smashed against his solid chest, only the thin material of her nightshirt a barrier, as he walked. His hard shaft couldn’t be missed as it rubbed against her clit with her wrapped so tightly around him.
She gasped and pulled away when she realized he’d just slammed his knees on the floor when they’d either given way or he’d purposely dropped onto them. They were next to the cot, both out of breath and he released one of her thighs to fist her hair at the back of her head. She met his gaze when he forced her to look at him and he took possession of her mouth again with a burning kiss.
The world tilted and her back pressed against the mattress of the cot as he leaned over, pinned her under his bent form and his cock ground against her pussy. She moaned against his tongue. She wanted him, needed to forget where they were and her thighs tightened around his hips to urge him on.
He suddenly pulled back, broke the kiss and let her go as he straightened. His hands covered his face and a muffled snarl sounded. Becca watched him, her legs holding him against her and tried to come to grips with what had just almost happened. She wanted him to continue but he’d stopped.
“I’m sorry.”
She sat up, her hands splayed on his chest and his body quivered at her touch. “Brawn? Look at me.”
He shook his head, kept his hands over his face and turned his head away. “I could have hurt you. I’m sorry,” he repeated.
His rigid cock still pressed against her. It was obvious how much he wanted her and he was afraid he’d cause her pain. She licked her lips. They felt a little swollen from his fervent kisses but she liked the result. Her clit throbbed and her nipples were hard pebbles under her shirt. Her gaze lowered to his sweats, the bulge beneath, and she rubbed him more.
“Brawn? Please?” He lowered his hands slowly, his face flushed and his eyes filled with regret. She hated to see that look in them. “You’re sorry for what? Kissing me until I couldn’t think straight and enjoying it? Wanting me? I feel the same way about you. My only regret is that you stopped.”
Surprise quickly etched away regret and his lips parted. “What?”
Becca slid her hands to his shoulders, gripped him and pressed her chest against his. “Life is so short.” Damn short, she amended, since their outlook was so grim, hers especially. “We’re together. Let’s make the best of what time we have. Kiss me.”
He hesitated. “I’m afraid I might harm you. I want you too much.”
“You won’t hurt me. Have a little faith.” She smiled. “I’m tougher than you think and I’m not afraid. I can’t even think when you’re kissing me. You’re totally incredible.”
“So are you. It makes me forget you’re just a mere human.” He smiled, teasing.
She massaged his shoulders and glanced down. His arms were thick bands of muscle and he had the broadest chest. He could hurt her if he wanted to but she really had no fear of him. Their gazes met and he lowered his head. Becca closed her eyes, expected his kiss and he didn’t disappoint when his mouth took possession of hers.
She tensed a little when she felt Brawn’s hand slide up her thigh, wiggled enough to make her release his hips and pushed her nightshirt higher. His fingertips were textured with calluses when he shoved her underwear aside to stroke her clit. His mouth worked hers, turning her focus there.
Pleasure rolled through Becca as he teased her clit, drew little circles around the bud. She kissed him wildly, moaned against his tongue and her nails bit into his skin. He slowly withdrew from her mouth but his lips brushed hers as he spoke.
“Open your thighs wider for me, as much as you can. My hips are large.”
His arm hooked her gently behind her ass, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. If it wasn’t for his body she knew she would have slid right to the floor. She did as he asked, wanted to give him as much access as he desired.
“They can’t see what I’m doing to you,” he rasped.
She realized he meant that stupid camera on the ceiling across the room. His body was big, he was on his knees and between her and it. She glanced to the side, saw both New Species in their cages were still on their cots and probably asleep. It was about as private as they were going to get. She met his gaze and nodded.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
He groaned, closed his eyes and kissed her. His mouth and tongue melted with hers as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and hooked her legs around the back of his thighs just for something to cling to. His fingers tormented her, stroked her clit until she hurt to come and he seemed to sense how close she was. He eased off the bundle of nerves and one finger slid lower, tested the slit of her pussy and slowly pushed inside. She moaned at the feel of him slowly finger-fucking her, going in, sliding out, before going deeper.
Her hips rocked and she used her hold on him to press her pelvis closer to give him better access. His finger totally withdrew, she uttered a protest by groaning, but he responded by stretching her vaginal walls with two fingers. That made her cry out her enjoyment and hold onto him tighter.
He brushed her clit with his hand and rubbed a spot inside her pussy that made her moan. He zoned in on it, rubbed it again, finger-fucked her a little harder and she went a little wild from desperately needing to come. Brawn growled in response to her vocal pleas and withdrew his fingers.
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.”