He showed his powerful strength by rising from the floor and she clung tightly to him as he stood on his feet. She didn’t care where he headed. There was only his mouth and the need for him to keep kissing her. He shifted his hold, gripped her outer thighs and lifted them enough for her to easily hook her legs around his hips.

He tore his mouth from hers, causing Becca to make a small sound of protest when he stopped moving. She opened her eyes, stared deeply into his amazing ones and he softly purred.

“Hold on.”

She couldn’t wrap around him any more if she tried. Her arms were around his neck, her legs around his hips, but then he leaned over and gravity nearly tore her away from him when her weight strained the muscles in her limbs. A soft mattress cushioned her back and she knew he’d carried her to the bed.

“Let me go.”

She hesitated but did it. She missed holding him the second he was free. He backed up, toed off his shoes and both hands lowered to his jeans. The zipper was loud in the room and Becca knew he was going to fuck her. Her heart pounded from excitement and she bit her lip.

She could refuse but didn’t want to. Brawn was the sexiest guy she’d ever seen in her life. The memories of him fucking her had haunted her almost every night and he starred in every fantasy she had. Hell, she’d taken up masturbating, pretending it was him touching her instead of her own fingers.

She felt big and awkward with her pregnant body but shoved those insecurities away. He’d helped her body get in its current state, was half responsible and if she had to see stretch marks in the mirror, he could suffer seeing them too. She ached, wanting to be touched and held. Brawn seemed more than willing to meet both needs.

“I’ll be careful,” he swore, shoving his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “I won’t harm you.”

“Don’t start that shit,” she warned. “Stop talking and help me before I regain my sanity and realize what a huge mistake this is.”

Anger glinted in his eyes but she didn’t care if he liked hearing the truth. She twisted, tried to wiggle out of her shirt, but knew she’d have to sit up to get it off. Brawn had other ideas as he leaned forward and just fisted the shirt. It tore open and he shredded it away from her arms easily.

She hadn’t liked that shirt anyway. She braced her bare feet on the mattress and lifted. Brawn hooked his fingers in the waist of her stretch pants and peeled them down. He took her panties with them, removed them all the way and dropped them to the floor. His gaze took her in as she removed her bra and tossed it aside.

She blushed a little, knowing she didn’t look as sexy as she used to. Did he find the red marks where her stomach had expanded to be ugly? They were faint but noticeable. Her belly was rounded now. She was halfway through the pregnancy and she really hoped she’d shaved down there well. She couldn’t see her pussy anymore but she did it by feel. Brawn purred again.

“You’re beautiful, swelled with my seed.”

That shot her eyebrows up a little. Her mouth opened but she closed it. She wasn’t going to touch that one. She’d much rather he touch her. “Brawn? Are you going to look at me much longer?”

His gaze lifted and he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped her calves, pulled her down the bed and spread her thighs. She locked them around his hips and tried to pull him close, wanted him to be inside her so bad she hurt from it.

He released her and one palm flattened over the lower curve of her belly. Frustration hit. Now isn’t the time to explore the shape of my belly. He didn’t though as his thumb lowered, brushed against her clit, and she moaned.

“Yes.”

He massaged her there and she gasped when the fingers of his other hand tested the slit of her pussy, played in the wetness there and one thick digit slowly breached her. He twisted it as he slowly finger-fucked her. Her hips rocked as she tried to urge him to go deeper and her legs squeezed his hips.

“Brawn,” she panted.

“Say you’re mine,” he rasped.

Her eyes met his and she bit down on her lip. As much as she wanted him to make her come, she wasn’t going to give in that easily. Her hand slid down her body and she tried to shove his hand aside. She’d get herself off if he wanted to play that game.

He growled at her, his finger withdrew from her pussy and he gripped her wrist. He jerked it away and held it close enough that she could rub his lower belly. He looked down, adjusted his hips as his thumb still taunted her clit, drawing her closer to climax. The thick head of his cock nudged her pussy. He met her gaze right as he pushed forward.

“You are mine.” He snarled the words. His eye color seemed to darken. “Mine, Becca. Never forget that.”

His cock drove deep into her tight depths. He picked up the pace, keeping a steady rhythm with his thumb doing circles over the bundle of nerves. Becca threw her head back and he released her wrist to grab her ass as he pounded her harder. Her fingers dug into the bedspread for traction when her back started to slide. He adjusted his hips, taking her at a new angle and he found that spot that made Becca gasp and call out his name loudly.

“Mine,” he snarled. His cock moved in and out of her, rubbing that spot. “Say it.”

Becca shook her head. She wasn’t his. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He snarled and paused. His hips and thumb stilled, leaving her hanging on the edge of heaven and hell. Her clit throbbed, her pussy ached and she just hurt—that close to coming.

“Brawn,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Mine, Becca. I want you to know who is fucking you and making you feel good.” He thrust into her and his thumb pressed down on her clit.

Becca threw back her head as Brawn pushed his way deeper inside her. It didn’t hurt. It was the best feeling in the world. He was so hard, filled her until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, but he withdrew, only to slam back in. Becca gripped the bedspread and thrashed under him in ecstasy, bucking her hips against Brawn.

“So beautiful,” he growled. He thrust into her faster.

Becca whimpered and moaned as her muscles tightened in anticipation. She cried out as she felt intense pleasure tearing through her. It was so strong she couldn’t stop his name from slipping out.

Brawn roared. The sound shattered through the room and he drove into her—one final, deep thrust. He filled her with his warm semen, his hips grinding against her ass to spill inside her pussy as deeply as possible. She went limp. She was breathing hard.

Brawn’s hands slid under her back and he pulled her up. He was still buried inside her. She opened her eyes as she was forced to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Kiss me,” Brawn demanded.

Becca ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Brawn groaned as he watched before his mouth slanted over hers. She opened up to him, welcomed the tender kiss and clung to him when he cradled her tightly against his body with both arms. He finally ended the kiss by lifting his head.

Their gazes met and held and they studied each other. Brawn spoke first.

“I’m your male,” he growled softly. “No one else cares for you but me. I will beat any male who tries. You might not want me to claim you and you might refuse to be my mate but you won’t refuse this, Becca. I will be here for you at all times. It will be only me inside you. Only me touching you. Only my lips kissing you.”

“Brawn,” she said softly. “You know we—”

“Not now. Don’t argue with me after what we shared.”

Her mouth closed, agreeing that it would be a bad time to fight when she was still feeling all warm and satisfied.

He slowly withdrew from her body, a look of regret clearly on his expression and helped Becca stand. She didn’t resist when he jerked back the covers, had her lie down and tucked her in. His ass rested on the edge of the bed as he sat there staring down at her. One of his hands rubbed her belly through the bedding.