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.”

“It’s kind of the same thing,” Tiger offered.

She shot him a glare. “Thanks.” Her focus returned to Brawn.

“I will screw you.” He advanced a step toward her but Slade grabbed his arm. Brawn’s head swung in his direction, glanced at the hand on his biceps and he snarled, “Let go. Don’t interfere.”

“Calm down,” Slade ordered, his voice deepening. “She’s human, with child, and you’re showing your teeth. Take a deep breath through your mouth and get a handle on your emotions.”

“Don’t fight.” Tiger gently pushed Trisha against the wall by the door. “The room is too small and the females will get injured.”

Brawn jerked out of Slade’s hold and tried to step away but the Species male grabbed him again. “Calm down!”

“Get out and leave us.”

“Don’t you dare,” Becca gasped. “You said I’d be safe here. Prove it. Get him away from me.”

“That’s my child.”

“I’m not denying that but it doesn’t give you the right to make rash statements like we’re together. We’re not.”

“We are.”

Becca opened her mouth but a dizzy spell hit, spots appeared before her eyes and she nearly crumpled forward over the table. Her hands caught her weight but she couldn’t miss the sound of a harsh snarl. Two strong arms wrapped around her body—one around her rib cage and the other around her hips, under her expanded belly.

“I’ve got you. What’s wrong?” Brawn was alarmed.

“Everyone turn around,” Trisha ordered the men. “Brawn, put her on the table. She’s pregnant and this has been a stressful day. The last thing she needs is men gawking at her while she’s half naked.”

“I’m okay,” Becca sighed. “I missed breakfast and lunch.” The dizzy spell passed and she wiggled, trying to get free of the strong arms holding her. “Let go.”

“Hang on,” Trisha muttered, rushing to a cabinet. She yanked it open, grabbed something and turned. “Here. We keep sweatpants here for spares in case of emergencies. You have no idea how many guys I treat with leg injuries when they are training. Let me help you.”

“I’ll do it myself.” Becca turned her head and glared up at Brawn. “Let me go. I can dress myself.”

He wanted to argue, she could see it in his eyes, but Trisha was suddenly there. She knelt. “Lift a leg.”

The doctor jerked the sweats up while Brawn continued to hold her. She was grateful that he did but wouldn’t say it aloud. She felt weak and knew Trisha was right. It had been a really stressful day.

“Tiger? Get her to the hotel and I’ll order food. She needs to eat and rest.” Trisha glanced at Slade. “Nobody is to know she’s here. Spread the word to all the Species. I’d have you take her to one of the cabins but I want her close by. That means the hotel. No humans are there and Species won’t mention her being there.”

“I’m on it, Doc.”

She smiled. “Thanks, lollypop.”

He softly growled at her. “Tease.” He left the room.

Tiger turned to face the room. “I have an SUV outside. Let’s go.”

Brawn released her and tried to pick Becca up. She stumbled away and smacked at his hand. “Don’t. You’ve touched me enough, thank you very much.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“You won’t. I’m fine now. I just need to eat.”

“Argue later.” Tiger inched closer. “She’s pale and carrying a child. She needs to be tended to and keeping her here longer is detrimental.”