“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.
“You’re my mate,” Brawn snarled. “Mine.”
Becca bent, tried to make sense of her tangled pants and panicked when she couldn’t figure them out.
“Open the door!” Trisha yelled. “What is going on in there?”
“Move,” a male voice demanded.
Something hit the door and it crashed open. All Becca could do was duck down a little to hide her bare lower half behind the table and shove her shirt over her exposed belly.
Slade stumbled into the room. The New Species glanced at her, his gaze seemed to take in everything in a sweeping gaze and he spun when the doctor tried to get around him. He grabbed her around her waist, jerked her off her feet and shoved her at the other New Species male who tried to enter the room.
“Take her down the hall,” Slade ordered.
“What is going on?” Trisha kicked at the other male, twisted her head and got a view of Brawn because she gasped.
Becca followed the woman’s wide stare and saw that Brawn’s pants were still open, his cock out and he was as hard as a rock. The New Species holding her softly cursed.
“My man, zip up. That’s more of you than I want to see.” He turned, still holding the doctor and kept his back to the room.
“Put me down, Tiger. What is going on?” Trisha fought his hold.
“I think that’s obvious,” Slade snorted. “Zip up, Brawn. My mate doesn’t get to see anyone’s dick but mine.”
“Get out,” Brawn demanded. He shoved his stiff cock into his pants but didn’t close the front of them. “This is between Becca and me.”
Speak, her mind demanded. “I won’t be your mate. I don’t care if I’m pregnant and you’re the father. That’s no reason to fling words like that around and what the hell is claiming? Just don’t even go there.”
“Shit,” Tiger muttered, turned and eased Trisha down onto her feet. “You too, my man? I was sure you’d never go down.”
Becca’s face heated fast with embarrassment. How had they known what Brawn had just done to her? It was probably their sense of smell, which only made it worse. She breathed through her nose, couldn’t pick up anything but the sterile smell of the exam room, but she didn’t have their enhanced traits.
“That’s my baby and that makes you mine too.” Brawn’s angry gaze fixed on her and he flashed his fangs her way as he growled.
“Screw you.” She forgot to be embarrassed over the situation of having people in the room who had just caught them after an intimate moment. “I’m not marrying you, mating you, or allowing you to claim me.”