Brawn - Laurann Dohner [61]
Trey turned and made hand motions to his men to make sure they understood their orders. Tiger didn’t signal his team. Species hearing was extremely sensitive and they would have heard every word spoken.
Tiger pulled his gun. He hated them but being shot at without one would be worse. He waited for Trey to turn after silently talking to his men before taking the first step downward. His body was tense, his gaze constantly moved and he hoped they weren’t walking into something horrible. Recovering dead bodies would be the worst scenario he could imagine, besides being blown to hell.
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Brawn knew Becca had fallen back asleep as he held her. He was tired but he wasn’t ready to sleep after watching them bring 919 back to his cell. The male didn’t sleep this time, instead he paced his cell and acted insane. They’d over drugged him from the strong smell coming off him.
Other worries filled his mind, keeping him awake as he watched Becca doze. He could have gotten her pregnant when he’d mounted her. He didn’t dare ask if she was on some form of birth control because it was top secret that Species males could impregnate a healthy human female who was not taking preventative measures. He was certain it would be fine. Species sperm didn’t survive as long as it did with human men. His gaze lowered to her belly where his hand rested.
She’d hate him. Worse, Becca had gone into heat over the past few hours. He could pick up the faint scent but it had just started. She hadn’t been when he met her or even when they’d shared sex. He swore not to touch her again—he couldn’t risk it.
She was a female human in her late twenties, single and would be on birth control. He knew that about female humans since he loved to read. They were smart and took care of their bodies but he still wouldn’t risk it. No matter how much he wanted to take her again, to sheathe his dick inside her hot, welcoming body, he’d resist.
Just the thoughts of what it was like to touch Becca made him hard. He clenched his teeth and forced air through his mouth to avoid her tempting scent. A woman in heat strongly affected Species males, made them do wild, crazy things. Being aware of the problem was half the battle or so he’d heard. He was pretty sure that saying was correct.
919 growled and whined, drawing attention to his plight. Brawn turned his head to peer across the room, watched the male crouch and dig at the floor with his hands, testament that he wasn’t sane. He probably should try to talk him down but it wouldn’t work. Sadness gripped him as he watched one of his kind suffer.
A howl pierced the room and Becca jerked awake in his arms. He held onto her, met her frightened gaze and rubbed her back. “They returned him and he’s drugged.”
She lifted her head enough to peer around his body, which blocked her view. He hated to see her pained expression and the way tears filled her pretty eyes when they lifted to meet his gaze.
“He’s going to tear up his hands.”
“I know but he won’t listen. He will be irrational until the drug leaves his system.”
“I hate these bastards.”
He silently agreed. “Sleep.”
“I can’t.”
She put her hand on his chest as she turned on the narrow bed, bumped into him and rubbed his skin near his nipple. It hardened instantly and his dick did too. He was in a world of hurt when she curled into him tighter, faced him and her thigh brushed between his legs to make room for it.
“I want to get out of here so bad.”
“I do as well,” he agreed.
“What would you do first?”
He hesitated. Take her home with him, to his bed and mount her until they both couldn’t walk was the first thing that came up on his list. He wouldn’t mention that one though. “I’d cook a large meal.”
She smiled. “I want a bath.”
The image of her naked and submerged in water only made him want her more and the urge became so strong that he quickly released her, rolled off the bed and stood. He didn’t miss her stunned expression as he put space between them.
“Baths are good.” He looked anywhere but at her,