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  Brawn’s calloused fingertips caressed the skin over her belly, so warm and gentle that she closed her eyes to hide how she reacted. He rubbed his cheek against her stomach again, softly purred and the baby kicked in response. His fingers lowered and he lightly gripped her hips and gasped.

  “Yes,” she told him softly. “He kicked.”

  “My son,” Brawn rumbled, his voice too gruff to sound totally human.

  Becca turned her head and remained still, allowing him to enjoy the awe of her pregnant belly. She’d had countless of those magical moments since learning of her pregnancy. His fingers moved, hooked the top of her pants and nudged them down a little. She allowed it, figured he wanted to see her lower belly, but gasped when he tore them down to her knees, baring her panties. Her eyes flew open and she gaped at him.

  Brawn stared into her eyes, not glancing at the skin he’d revealed or the scrap of satin covering her mound as she tried to twist away. Strong hands gripped her hips quickly and held her in place against the wall.

  “What are you doing?” Her gaze darted to the locked door and back to Brawn. “Move.” She tried to twist out of his hold again, knowing she couldn’t jerk her pants up with his body in the way. “Cover me up.”

  He let go of one hip, gripped her shoe and tugged.

  “Brawn! What the hell are you doing?”

  “I want to see you.” He wrestled her slip-on shoes off her feet, tossing them aside.

  “You are.” Her gaze darted back to the door, more than a bit alarmed that someone might unlock it and find her pants around her knees. She grabbed his thick, broad shoulders and pushed. “You’re seeing more than my belly. Let go or back off.”

  He straightened up, towered over her and softly growled. “Becca.”

  She pushed on his chest but shouldn’t have bothered since it was like trying to move a solid wall. She gasped when his foot stepped on the material between her legs. Her pants were shoved down more to tangle at her ankles. Brawn shocked her again when he pulled her a few inches from the wall, one arm wrapped around her and her feet left the floor as he lifted her.

  “Put me down!” She didn’t yell, too afraid someone would come in, but Brawn just turned and laid her on her back over the exam table. She stared up at him in shock as he reached down, fisted her pants trapped around her ankles and lifted her legs.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to roll away but her legs were straight up, held there, and it kept her on her back.

  “Exploring. I won’t hurt you.”

  “This is totally rude, inappropriate and wrong!” She reached for her shirt, tried to shove it down to cover something, anything, but Brawn had other ideas.

  He pulled her down the table. She forgot the shirt to grab at the sides to keep from being dropped on the floor but he stopped when her ass reached the edge. To her shock he dropped to his knees, released her pants and gripped her inner thighs. She hadn’t expected that move or for him to dip his head to get between them.

  “Relax,” he demanded, his voice deep.

  “What are you doing?”

  She was exposed with her thighs spread apart. She stared into his amazing eyes, remembering why she’d been so drawn to him. A sexy purr filled the room. Memories were instant of their time together inside that cage, all the nights she’d remembered every vivid detail of his hands and mouth on her. Her libido flared to life. It had been a lonely, hormonal nine weeks filled with desires she had been denied.

  He wiggled in to force her thighs farther apart so he could fit between them. She couldn’t get away with her pants linking her ankles together and wasn’t sure she wanted to even really try. Curiosity overrode any fear at his aggressive actions. He spread her more, her ankles feeling a bit squeezed by the material that ended up stretched across his upper back. His gaze lowered.

  “That’s not my stomach!”

  He glanced up. “I dreamed of this.”

  “Of pinning a pregnant woman on a table and holding her ankles behind you with her own pants? Get out of there and stop whatever you’re doing.” She wished she was sure she meant the words but was proud she got them out.

  He dropped his gaze and her cheeks warmed, knowing he stared at her blue, satin panties. She gasped when his palm covered her there, the heat of his hand soaking through to her skin. His fingers hooked one edge of them as he pulled the fragile material to the side to expose her pussy to his view. He growled softly, inhaled slowly and licked his lips.

  Becca was stunned as he seemed to be breathing her in, not something she’d seen coming and could only think of one thing. “That’s not my stomach either.” He’s not going to go down on me, is he? That question made her heart rate rocket.

  He held her gaze and repeated, “I dreamed of this.”

  Brawn suddenly opened his mouth and lowered his head. His face burrowed against her inner thighs and she gasped when his hot tongue lightly traced over her clit. She jerked, her fingers released the sides of the table to grab at his black hair and fisted long strands of it. She tugged but he only pressed his face tighter. He growled, caused vibrations to transfer from his tongue against the sensitive bud and her entire body tensed. He licked her again, growled deeper, more of a rumble and applied more pressure. Sensations of pleasure jolted through her.

  “Oh God. That’s not fair.”

  Becca tasted so good. Her feminine scent mixed with the Species one coming from her because she carried his child was intoxicating to Brawn and made him lightheaded. Everything inside him screamed that she was his, marked by him in every way possible and he wanted to claim her for good.

  The sharp jerk on his hair only made him more determined to show her that he was her male. He growled louder, deeper, and his entire body quivered from the strength of his emotions. Her fingers eased and instead massaged his scalp, her fingernails lightly scoring him there as he feasted on her.

  The heady aroma of her arousal urged him on as it grew stronger and he tore at the object in his way. Delicate fabric easily gave way and he threw her destroyed panties to the floor. He wanted her pants gone too but needed them to keep her legs wrapped around him. She required some coaxing into accepting him and he used his mouth to tame her.

  “Brawn,” she moaned.

  Her legs tightened around him and her hips arched against his tongue. Triumph struck. She was his, knew it, and the wild side of him pushed forward to take her. He forced it back, wanted to bring her to climax first and make sure she was prepared to take him. He’d never forget how tightly she sheathed his cock and he wanted to make sure he could enter her easily. A little fear held him back as well. She carried his child and he’d have to take her with extreme care.

  His tongue left her clit, licked lower and he groaned. She was so wet, her cream so sweet and he couldn’t get enough as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her. Her vaginal walls were squeezed together, he had to fight to penetrate even a few inches and she ground her hips against his mouth.

  Her breathing increased—soft pants and moans, music to his ears. Becca was his. That thought kept replaying over and over, soothing some of his desperation to fuck her into submission. He withdrew his tongue, hated to leave the heaven he found there, but focused on her clit again. He frantically stroked the bundle of nerves, determined to make her cry out his name. His dick ached so hard it threatened to break the zipper on his jeans.

  He knew she was close by the way her fingers fisted his hair again. She didn’t tug at him to leave her pussy this time, instead held him there and her thighs gripped him tightly. Her legs shook as she sucked in air and he tested the slit of her pussy with his fingertips. One finger sank into the slick heat, exploring how soft she was inside and stroked her by fucking her with the thick digit.

  Becca was his mate. She carried his child. She was just his.

  Becca thrashed on the exam table, bit her lip hard and tried frantically to remember that people were nearby. Brawn had shocked her by going down on her but she hurt to come. She was