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  “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.

  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 could still pick up the scent of the third. Worry ate at him for those three males and the smell of drugs in the air assured him that’s what kept them so docile and he knew that if he had to choose, the choice had already been made.

  Becca was the most important thing to him. Without hesitation, he’d give his life and those of the males and kill every human who posed a threat to her. He adjusted his hold, lifted her gently in his arms and saw how pale she looked when she stared into his eyes. Tears made her blue eyes glimmer and he felt like a total bastard. He’d promised to shield her body yet he hadn’t. He’d selfishly taken her at a great expense.

  She’d never forgive him regardless of her being generous enough to share the blame. He knew the truth. Even if they survived somehow, if they got out of this nightmare alive, their time together was tainted by the ugliness of being locked inside a cage by their captors. He laid her down on the cot, curled up tightly to her on the small bed and tucked her firmly against his body.

  “Sleep,” he urged. “I am here and will protect you.” As much as I am able. Shame burned deeply that he felt so helpless. She deserved a better male. He’d failed her miserably.

  Chapter Nine

  Tim Oberto was fit to be tied. “What the fuck is taking so long?”

  Tiger, head of security for the NSO, watched the man grimly. “We lost the signal.”

  “How the hell could this happen?” Tim paced like a caged animal. “They took my daughter.”

  Tiger knew what it was like to pace that way. He’d been caged. He watched the human male and could relate to his worry. Tiger felt that emotion too. He didn’t know the man’s daughter, Rebecca Oberto, but he did know Brawn.

  “We have to search the area and it’s taking time. You have your men out here too, going to every building.” Tiger took a deep breath. “The signal was last active in this section and they have to be within a mile radius. It’s an industrial area and hundreds of buildings are close together.”

  Tim spun. “You know this guy, right? This Brawn? I want you to tell me everything about him now. He’s with my daughter.”

  “Brawn is a council member. He’s—”

  "Explain the council to me."

  Tiger took another breath. “Each of the four testing facilities that we were rescued from appointed a Species to represent them after we elected Justice to lead. We knew he would be busy dealing with the outside world and trying to handle our people as well. Some human suggested each set of survivors from the testing facilities have one spokesperson to represent their needs and issues. They keep track of all the Species from their labs and report to Justice if there is a problem. Brawn was chosen for his ability to remain calm under pressure, his fighting skills and his intelligence. He’s known among my people to have a good sense of humor and to be very reasonable.”

  “His fighting skills didn’t save him and my daughter,” Tim raged. “If he was