“I’m going to die here and you…” She reached up and cupped his face. “You could fight. You could get away if they weren’t using me to keep you in line, couldn’t you?”
Anger sparked in his eyes. “I won’t do anything to put you in danger.”
She rubbed his cheek. “We have to be realistic. I’m a military brat. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one life to save the rest. You have a real chance of escape if you take them by surprise. The next time they come for us, act like you’re not going to fight and take those fuckers down. Get out of here. You could save yourself and maybe those other New Species. It will take them some time to move your guys, they need to keep them alive for the money they are making, but I’m just a pawn with limited use.”
“Becca,” he snarled.
“It makes sense and my dad would totally get it. Tell him what I said if you get out of here. We’re fucked and we both know it. Do you really want to end up in Europe in some place that could be far worse than this hellhole? They want to use you and those other Species to make babies to sell on the black market. They are planning on kidnapping a primate Species and you have someone who works at Homeland who will set it up the way it happened when you left. You can’t allow that. I’m dead either way, Brawn. They aren’t going to ship me off with you. There’s nothing special about me once my use with you is done here. They’ll drug you, take you away and I’m dead. Period.”
He gripped her arms, his hold nearly bruising. “You are very special and I won’t allow you die just to gain my own freedom or that of those other males.”
“They are your kind, Brawn. Your men. You’ve got to save them. You’re the only one who can do this.”
“I don’t care.” He lowered his face until their noses pressed together and anger sparked in his eyes. “I won’t let you die.”
Fresh tears blinded her as she slid her fingers into his hair. “You’re a stand-up guy and terrific if anyone hasn’t ever told you that but you need to be smart.”
He jerked back and released her. “This conversation has ended.”
He stormed across the cage and gripped the bars, his back to her. Becca sat up, her own anger flared and she stood. Her gaze drifted to the camera, she remembered that she needed to keep her voice very low and marched after him.
“Brawn?” She tapped his shoulder.
He turned his head and glared down at her. “Go to sleep. You are tired and not rational.” He looked away.
“You know I’m right,” she whispered. “It’s fucked up but true nonetheless. Face me, damn it.”
He released the bars and slowly turned. Becca should have been afraid at seeing his rage but she knew she made sense. He had a real chance to escape by taking the goons by surprise the next time they tried to move them from the cell to get more samples from him. She stepped so close their bodies brushed.
“Here’s the plan. The next time they come, offer to hold me again. Pick me up and the second you’re free of the cage, throw my ass at them, attack and run. We’re at least three levels underground.” She swallowed. “It’s the double doors you haven’t seen them walk through. The ones to the left. A warehouse sits above us and that’s where the stairway leads. There are windows high up if the doors leading outside are locked. I didn’t see any bars over the glass. You can leap, right? I heard one of them say that. Break a window, get out and run until you find help.”
He leaned down. “That’s your plan?”
“Yes.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously and his voice came out soft but harsh. “What happens in your plan when I throw you?”
“They will shoot me, I’ll take at least one of them down when I hit him if you throw me hard enough for my weight to knock him on his ass and I swear that I’ll try to blind him or something before I die. I really want to scratch out someone’s eyes at the very least.”
Brawn snarled loudly. The sound startled her and his hands gripped her hips before she could even gasp. Her feet left the floor as he lifted, spun and her back hit the cage doors. He pinned her there with his body pressed tightly to hers, held her face-level to him and bared sharp teeth.
“No,” he rasped.
She gripped his shoulders, trying to ignore the cold, hard press of bars against her back and the way her feet dangled a foot from the floor. “Yes. It’s a good plan and one of us is going to survive this, damn it. I can’t leap up and break a window if that’s the only way out of the warehouse even if you were willing to take bullets to give me time to reach the door before they shot at me. I don’t have the strength you have either and I suck at running. I would probably pass out after jogging up three flights of stairs.” She hated to admit it but it was true. “I’m kind of out of shape if you haven’t noticed.”
“You’re perfect,” he hissed. “Shut up and stop talking.”
Why won’t he listen to me? Frustration rose. She didn’t want to die but he had a real chance of escape. Why couldn’t he see that the rescue team would have arrived if they’d been able to track his signal? They were looking at possible months of captivity, then he’d be shipped off somewhere else farther from the possibly of help finding him and she’d be dead anyway.
“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 naWve 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 cl
it 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.”
Now that she’d adjusted to the shock of being flipped over and pinned to the cot, she was ready to finish what they had started. Her hands fisted the bedding and she turned her head enough to stare at him when he lifted away from kissing her neck. Their gazes locked.
“I want you, Brawn.”
“You’re so wet. I’ll make it good for you.” His head lowered to her ear. “Close your eyes, beautiful. It’s just us. Just feel.”
He put his knees on the outside of hers, his hands slid under her shirt, which he didn’t try to remove, and he caressed her sides until he reached her breasts. She lifted a little to give him room and his palms cupped both of them. His thumb and index finger rolled her nipples and gently pinched. She moaned.
Her eyes closed and his mouth opened so warm breath fanned her neck where his tongue and sharp teeth lightly scratched and nipped gently. She let out a shaky breath. Passion gripped her and she fisted the bedding tighter since it was all she could grab.
“Relax for me, beautiful. I’m going to enter you slowly and make you come hard for me.”
The raspy promise against her ear notched up her desire and she ground her ass against his sweats and the rigid length of his erection still trapped inside them. His finger and thumb left one breast and slowly slid down her side and around the curve of her bent ass. His hand left her and she knew he shoved at his sweats when his hips backed away. The thick, blunt tip of his cock brushed against her slick pussy, teased her when it rubbed against her clit, before he slowly pressed against the entrance.
Becca moaned softly at the feel of being taken, stretched and parted by his nudging sex. Brawn growled. It could have been a scary noise but it just turned her on more. He sounded more animal than man, reminding her he wasn’t fully human but she urged him on by wiggling her ass.
“You don’t know how good you feel, beautiful.” He growled the words. “So hot, tight and right.” He lightly nipped the sensitive column of her throat.
“Brawn,” she moaned.
“I’m right here.”
His mouth and tongue ran along the bottom of her ear. He pushed inside her pussy deeper, made her take more of his thick shaft but seemed careful not to go in too deep. His hips rocked against her ass, a steady, slow motion that drew pleasure from both of them.
“How does that feel?”
“Amazing,” she groaned.
“Fast or slow? You tell me what feels best.”
“Fast,” she answered in a heartbeat.
His hand slid back up her body and he gripped both breasts. His finger and thumb rolled her nipples, pinched and it drove her insane. Her body jerked and she moaned, shoving her hips back into his. He purred softly and growled while he thrust his cock into her pussy faster, going a little deeper and hit a spot tha
t made her cry out in ecstasy.
Becca released the bedding and her hands slid to the edges of the cot. She wrapped her fingers there to get leverage and shoved her ass back at him, trying to urge him to stop holding back. She could sense he was and wanted to experience all he had to give.
His teeth suddenly gripped her shoulder through her shirt. It caused a sharp stab of pain when he bit down hard enough to hurt but not break the skin and both of them froze. His teeth opened and he let go. He moved inside her again, slow at first, gradually building in speed until he was moving fast.
One of his hands left her breast and he pulled her body a few inches away from the edge of the cot where he kept her pinned. His hand slid to her clit and rubbed fast, timed to the beat of his thrusting hips.
Becca moaned loudly, twisted her head to press her cheek against his upper chest and began to tense. Her sensitive bud slid between his fingers as he stoked it, tugged on it and pinched a little. She’d never experienced that amazing feeling before and moaned louder.
“You feel so good,” he rasped. “Can you take more of me?”
She nodded, moaning. Brawn thrust into her deeper, moved slowly at first, seeming to test if she could handle him and she could. His hips picked up the pace again and he squeezed her clit tighter between his fingers, rubbing faster to match the rhythm of his hips. Becca felt almost raw but she didn’t want Brawn to stop as the climax built.
Her body exploded around Brawn as pure bliss struck. He kept moving, worked his way in and out of her pussy as her vaginal muscles convulsed, fucking her harder. He eased off her clit but kept moving as he drew out her pleasure until she was sure she’d die.
“You’re killing me,” she whimpered. What a way to go.
“No.” He growled. “I’m going to make you come again.”
He continued to drive in and out of her rapidly, a sensation she’d never experienced before and it nearly caused pain but in a way that hurt so good. His finger returned to her clit and Becca thrashed under him, on sexual overload, driven beyond the limit of her pleasure threshold. She tensed around his cock again, muscles clenched hard and she screamed against the bedding as she came a second time.
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