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 that 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.

“Yes,” Brawn snarled. His body trembled violently and she felt him inside her, so hot, thick and stone hard. He threw back his head and drove into her deeply one last time. A roar tore from his throat. He came so hard and hot that Becca could feel every warm blast of his semen filling her, every jerk of his pleasure as his hips ground against her ass until his body collapsed down on top of her, nearly crushing her under his weight.

Brawn recovered first and lifted off enough to allow her to catch her breath. He spread kisses over her neck as his tongue licked the skin between her ear and her shoulder.

Becca’s eyes were closed, recovering from the best sex she’d ever had in her life and she ignored the sweat that tickled her body. She wasn’t sure where she ended and he began with their bodies so tightly pressed together. She felt fused to him and didn’t even care that her ears still rang a little from the sound he’d made when he’d come. His weight felt solid and good on her.

“Becca?” he rasped softly.

“Um?”

“Did I hurt you?”

She smiled and shook her head.

“Are you a little sore?”

She hesitated. She felt a little hot and raw where they were connected. She nodded.

He kissed her shoulder. “Okay.”

She flinched a little when he withdrew his still-hard cock from her pussy slowly. He softly cursed. “I should have been gentler.”

“It wasn’t that. I’ve never come two times in a row and you’re a little impressive in size. You weren’t kidding about being bigger.”

His body eased totally off her and he backed a few inches away. She lifted up enough to turn her head to watch him pull up his sweats. Their gazes met and he blindly gripped her nightshirt, which had ridden up to her waist and jerked it down to cover her ass. He looked down, bent to retrieve something and lifted her destroyed underwear.

His cheeks darkened with a blush as he glanced up. “I’m sorry. I destroyed them.”

“It’s okay.” She wished she had them still but it was worth the loss. The nightshirt fell to her knees so she would be covered.

He used them to clean her and shoved them under a corner of the cot. She pushed off the mattress to straighten her body and felt a little shaky from the sex and lack of having a decent meal. Brawn reached out and cupped her cheek, stared deeply into her eyes and a tender expression softened his features.

“I—”

“She likes you, kitty cat. I guess if anyone knows pussy it would be you.” Randy’s voice startled them both.

Horror filled Becca as her head whipped toward the side of the cage to gawk at the vile man. He stood there smirking, his arms crossed over his chest. Two other men stood behind them. They all stared at her with expressions that assured her they’d been watching long enough to have gotten a show.

Brawn rose to his feet and snarled menacingly at them, reached down and grabbed her arm. She was pulled a little roughly to stand, too stunned to get up from her knees on her own and was shoved behind his big body to block her from the men’s view.

“I see why you like her.” Randy chuckled. “Tight, huh? I told you he was holding back on you, Becca. He gave it up eight times and could still bang you.”

“Don’t say her name,” Brawn threatened. “Don’t talk to her.”

“Possessive bastard, aren’t you? I guess I’d be protective of a fine piece of ass too. The doctor is real happy with the samples you gave up. Get some sleep because in seven hours, she wants more.”

Becca heard them walk away. Brawn turned, their gazes met and she leaned in to him. His arms wrapped around her and he lowered his chin to the top of her head as he pulled her tighter against his body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear them.”

“We were kind of distracted.” Embarrassment and dismay still gripped her that those assholes had been watching her and Brawn together. “I didn’t hear them either.”

“I should have.” His voice deepened to reveal the extent of his rage. “I am so sorry.”

She hugged him tighter. “It’s not your fault.”

It is, Brawn disagreed silently. With his heightened senses, he should have been aware of every sound and smell. He inhaled, couldn’t miss the human-male stench of their captors and their lust. His arms tightened. Those men wanted his Becca. He turned his head, his gaze narrowed as he watched his enemy leave the room and realized how much danger he’d exposed her to, even if she didn’t.