She urged him on by rocking her hips, moaned louder and her fingers slid upward into his hair and held him closer to deepen the kiss even more. He bucked his hips, used his hold on her ass to shift her and they moved together. The slow rocking against each other made his cock incredibly hard, it notched up her pleasure and it felt so good she knew she’d come. Her clit seemed to swell painfully. She wanted him to move faster, take her over the edge of ecstasy.

Brawn suddenly twisted his head away, breathed hard and shoved his face against her throat. “We have to stop,” he growled.

It slowly sank in what she’d done. If he wasn’t wearing sweats and she didn’t have underwear on, he’d be inside her. She knew that as well as he did. They’d dry humped as though they were horny teenagers, in the worst possible place and the timing couldn’t have been more wrong.

She turned her head against his cheek, slid her hands out of his hair and hugged him around his neck. It was tough to try to slow her ragged breathing. Half of her wanted to ask him to keep going but the memory of the cameras along the ceiling had her silence that plea. Clinging to him helped but her body was on fire.

He inhaled loudly and a hot, wet tongue licked her throat. “You smell so good and taste it too. I wish I could strip you bare and explore every inch with my hands, nose and tongue. I’d lick every spot that would make you moan my name.”

“You’re not helping,” she said in a shaky tone. “I want you too.”

“You want me to help you calm or lick you?”

“Lick me.”

He growled viciously, a scary sound if she had the brains to be afraid, but her libido was in charge. He reached between them instead, his hand wiggled in the tight space between his lower belly and hers, until his fingers brushed over her underwear.

“Hold onto me,” he urged softly. “Scoot back a little.”

She had to concentrate to follow his orders, her arms tightened around his neck and she wiggled enough to give him more room with his hand. An image of him shoving her underwear to the side, jerking down his sweats and taking her filled her mind. Of course she remembered at that point what he’d said about being larger than human guys. It didn’t matter at that moment. She’d heard other woman had hooked up with Species. Obviously sex was possible and she was beyond fear, more into the take-me-now stage.

His deft fingers shoved the scrap of material way and he growled again at feeling how soaked with need she was for him, something that should have been embarrassing if she wasn’t beyond caring about anything but the fact that his broad fingertip located and pressed against her bare clit. Her face pressed against his chest, sucked in his masculine scent and it muffled her moan of pleasure.

“Easy,” he rasped. “I’ve got you.” His arm tightened around her waist and kept her in place as his finger teased the bundle of nerves. “Feel me.”

She’d have laughed if she could have. There was only him, nothing else and not only could she revel in his touch, his scent, but the way he pinned her over his lap so she couldn’t do anything but hurt to come.

He rubbed circles over the bud, his hand turned a little and his thumb—at least she thought it was—teased the opening of her pussy. She shoved her face harder against his chest, knew she needed to keep quiet for some reason, but forgot why. The feel of his thick digit pushing inside to part her vaginal walls made her bite down. He snarled in response and drove it into her deeper. He moved his hand, fucking her while rubbing against her clit and a purr rumbled through her ear as he tucked his head against hers.

The climax hit fast and hard, tore through her in harsh waves and the hand around her back was suddenly gone. Brawn cupped her head, shoved her face tighter against his chest and nearly suffocated her when she screamed out his name. She didn’t give a damn if she had air, she was too gripped by the ecstasy.

His thumb withdrew, his hand jerked away and he eased the hold that kept her face pressed against him. She swayed a little on his lap without him holding her but he didn’t let her slump to the side as her body turned lax. Brawn wrapped an arm around her waist again and she tilted her chin up to stare at him in wonder.

The sight of him shoving his thumb in his mouth to taste her stunned and aroused Becca at the same time. He didn’t look away as he growled at her. Desire made his eyes go from amazing-looking to nearly feral in a wild, passionate way that promised her he wanted to eat her alive in the best way possible.

He pulled his thumb slowly from between his lips and bared sharp teeth at her, jerked his hands up over his head as if someone pointed a weapon at him and snarled.

“Get away from me.”

The deep, brutal sound made terror grip her instantly as she scrambled off his lap, nearly fell on her ass in her haste and stumbled back until the bars of the cage slammed into her back. The pain that sliced through her made the physical blow she’d taken earlier seem tame in comparison to the emotional slap he dealt by rejecting her.

He stood abruptly, the cot almost tipped over in his haste and he stormed to the farthest edge of the cage to put space between them. His hands gripped the bars, he kept his back to her and his head was thrown back as he roared out in pure rage.

Chapter Seven

Brawn had a hard time slowing his breathing and getting control of his body. His knuckles were white from the death grip on the bars keeping him in place. The roar had helped him release some of the frustration while the scent of Becca’s fear in the air haunted him.

He’d caused that fear but he needed to. Two more seconds with her on his lap and he’d have done something horrible. He could have hurt her and he’d reacted by getting her the hell away from him before temptation turned into a physical act.

His dick hurt bad but he tried to ignore it. His eyes closed as he concentrated on breathing through his mouth instead, not that it helped since the taste of her release still lingered and he wanted to roar again.

The urge to turn, go after Becca, tear off her clothes and force her to her knees over the cot was unbearable. He shouldn’t have done more than kiss her but his best-laid plans had gone to hell quickly the second his mouth met hers. He panted harder and fought every instinct that screamed take her!

He’d thought the kiss would be sweet, tender and that he could handle that. Instead he’d experienced the strongest wave of arousal that had ever slammed through him. He’d barely remembered the damn cameras, her fear of them and how she’d hate him if he stripped her bare and buried his face where his fingers had played in her cream. The memory of how tight she’d been scared him into keeping a leash on his desires. He’d take her too hard, too fast and tear up that sweet damn pussy of hers. He wanted to make her scream his name but not from pain.

His chest throbbed from where she’d bitten him and the sharp sting of pain from her teeth drawing blood had nearly snapped his control. She wasn’t Species, it didn’t mean she was urging him to bite her back and mate her. He’d probably been too rough in his urgency to make her come but hoped that wasn’t the case. That concern helped douse some of his passion.

He never wanted to harm Becca. He’d rather suffer excruciating agony before he’d draw blood from her. She trusted him, needed his protection, yet he’d been more of a danger to her when she’d been on his lap than all the bastards who’d kidnapped them. The thought of what could have happened cooled his blood more.

Taking her as though she were Species would have been unforgivable. She wasn’t big, powerful, or strong enough to fight him off if she didn’t want him to do anything to her. She’d have been helpless to his lust and in his haze, he might not have realized until it was over. Sometimes a male needed a good punch or tussle to get his attention when passion ruled.