Brawn - Laurann Dohner [53]
“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.
Human males were the animals. They wouldn’t harm Becca as long as they could use her to keep him in line but once they didn’t need that anymore, he feared the men would plot to touch her. He held back a snarl of outrage.
He needed to get her out of there, to escape with her and he was still outraged that she’d even suggested he allow her to die so he might break free at her expense. She believed the Species males were his priority but she was wrong. He nuzzled the top of her head, breathed in her scent and held her tighter.
His gaze left the double doors once the threat was gone, glanced at the two cages containing the sleeping males and