Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One Page 7

  If Helix was a panther, then Trel could only be called a lion. Larger, his body no less fluid but perhaps more threatening with his very size. Trel was the one who sat beside her this morning, his arm around her, his hand holding hers. Much like the big cat he brought to mind, he could remain motionless for hours, but it felt like he was stalking when he did that.

  A lover of few words, Trel was the one most reluctant to lose physical contact with her. His quiet, intense attention was almost intimidating. He seemed to know what she wanted before she did. Not what she needed, those were met to excess in every conceivable way. Her wants, those extravagant little desires, were what Trel delighted in discovering. He had no concept of what it meant to spoil her. But perhaps it was not really being spoiled.

  The price of her lovers’ excessive desire to provide for her was their equally demanding need to have her with them every moment. Folk beset with the Y chromosome often refused to face their emotional issues. Clair, not being a foolish little girl, was more than aware of this. Both her lovers were compensating for something she had not surrendered to them. It was her job to find out what they needed, even if they were unwilling to tell her.

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  Two days later…

  Clair lazily pushed a lock of hair off her face as she watched Trel. He’d rolled out of bed with a curse, grabbed his comlink and was now stalking across the room with it held to his ear. Muscle rolled and locked with each step. His back, his ass, those thick thighs, no matter where she looked he was naked, beefcake perfection.

  Enjoying that view to its fullest, she moaned as the hard male behind her didn’t seem as interested in his brother’s movements. No, Helix was awake now so it would be about two seconds, make that no seconds… Thought stopped as her other lover, spooned behind her and lifted her leg back over his hip.

  Male fingers smoothed up her inner thigh. Reaching feminine folds, he boldly spread them, one long digit dipping into her body. His investigation was proprietary and supremely confident. Helix’s thumb strummed over her clit as he fucked in and out of her channel with that single, maddening digit. He knew exactly the response he wanted and got it as her body clenched and prepared for him. Damp evidence of her willing excitement was soon obvious by the embarrassing wet slurping sounds as his finger plunged into her.

  Trel slowly turned, his dark gaze locked on Clair. Deceptively indolent, lids half lowered, his gaze moved down her body to where Helix held her open and fingered her. The deep rumble of his conversation did not falter as he continued to watch.

  Incredibly tall, her Alpha lover was a solid wall of muscle. Shoulders that had always made her shiver were even more impressive uncovered. Until she’d seen a Brintex Centurion nude, Clair had really believed their clothes somehow enhance their male perfection. Nope, it concealed the real beauty.

  Thick muscles bulged as Trel held the communication device to his ear. The slabs of his pectoral muscles did not need shadowed lighting to make them gasp worthy. Ridges of rock-hard abs laddered down his torso to the thick cock rising as he watched Helix plunged a finger into her.

  Lust was only a breath away with these two. It didn’t matter which male was touching her, they both enjoyed watching. Each had spent hours doing just that as the other took pleasure in her. Then there were the times when neither could wait and she found herself full of thrusting male cock. They were very good at that and Clair had developed an intense addiction for it. They knew of course.

  In the two months she’d been with them everything had changed. Being the precious mate of these two was at first confusing. Not bad, no, but the contradictions had been difficult to grasp.

  It was only yesterday that she discovered what they were hiding from her. Hiding might not be the right word. They had neglected to clearly explain a few key points of Brintex culture was more like it. In that omission they told her everything they were trying to conceal. Her two Centurions were slaves to the male ego and ensuing insecurities just as any other creature born with a Y chromosome.

  She had intended to talk about it this morning when they were alone but it would have to wait. Currently mental function was being consumed by the erotic blaze her lover’s touch never failed to ignite.

  Helix rolled her to her stomach, lifted her rear and lightly slapped her inner thighs in arrogant command to spread wider. That intimate sting shot fire right where he wanted it. Low growls behind her indicated Helix’s pleasure at seeing her exposed pussy clench and weeping in eager anticipation.

  He didn’t waste time doing more than arranging her to his satisfaction. Large hands gripped her hips as the broad head of his cock demanded her surrender.

  It was such a massive invasion, every time. Delicate tissues forced wide around the hard member thrusting deep into her helplessly damp welcome. She felt every inch of him pounding into her vagina and the sexual overload had to be evident on her face for Trel to enjoy.

  Helix hilted deep and paused for a moment to adjust his grip. His hold was so she would not slide across the bed as he took her with powerful thrusts. Hard and deep, it always made her scream when she came. It made her beg too. She had no pride, no shame when they dominated her. They overwhelmed and consumed her in the fire of their sexual appetites.

  Helix leaned down to hiss in her ear. “Thank me, Clair. Do it now as you get your morning fuck.”

  Her eyes locked with Trel’s, she answered her Beta lover. “Thank you, Beloved, for fucking me, good morning.”

  Helix kissed her ear lightly. “Good kitten.” His hands flexed again and he moved. Deep and strong, his thick cock pulled out and speared back in.

  Clair gasped, the heat of his thrusts quickly turning to a flame as her body took him. Helix was a tireless lover, but this morning he was her forceful Dominant.

  His preparation of her body had been perfunctory, simply enough to prepare her to take him. It was a scintillating embarrassment that Clair loved. Her deeply depraved Centurions knew how much she needed them, needed this. Being watched as the other took her as if she were a sex toy was an endless pleasure. How they managed to make it the sharp edge of submission every time was a mystery to her.

  So on her hands and knees, being pumped with a heavy cock that lifted her ass with each deep invasion, she looked into Trel’s eyes and moaned her pleasure.

  Trel was only answering his caller in short grunts now, his hand reached down to grasp his erection, stroking it slowly as he listened to whatever was important enough to disturb the ruler of three galaxies when he’d decreed no one was to bother them this sunrise.

  “Now,” Trel commanded into the comlink and threw the device behind him. Striding to the bed, he grasped Clair’s hair and brought his cock to her mouth. Kneeling, she was perfectly able to take him while being fucked by Helix.

  Clair’s willing mouth opened but he wasn’t quite ready to let her just suck it. His hand at the base, Trel watched as his cock painted her cheeks with his pre-cum. He liked this, putting his scent on her skin, her face. It was primal satisfaction to inhale her covered in both her mates’ scents.

  Finally pushing between her lips, Trel growled. His beautiful mate was not capable of sucking while being fucked but she had been trained to take being fucked in this fashion. Her lips closed obediently and he held her head. Thrusting shallowly into her mouth was a pleasure that he could not take for long. The erotic visual of her submitting to them both was his undoing.

  Ten minutes later Clair mewed softly in decadent pleasure as large male hands gently petted her back to reality. It was time to give them what they would never ask for.

  Her discovery yesterday had been made during an unusual few minutes without them being present. They had only left because the Brintex doctor demanded she and Clair be given privacy. A vastly intelligent woman, the only female Brintex physician, Dr. Mirna, had made a point of explaining crucial Brintex male makeup while she examined Clair. Central to that explanation was the fact that Brintex males mated one female in a lifetime. Their ge
netic code would actually evolve to attach them to their mate. However, the female was not bound to them in that way.

  Dr. Mirna went on to explain how this enabled a woman to mate again if her Centurion was killed in battle, a common occurrence in the distant past. So while her two lovers where more than married to her, she was essentially free to leave them.

  There was a way Clair could join the mate-bond at the cellular level but obviously Clair had never heard of this from her overly protective mates. Thanking the kind doctor, Clair didn’t miss the knowing smile on the woman’s face as the physician left.

  Clair had considered for several hours before figuring out how to give them what they needed without taking something painful from these two proud Centurions. They had supplied her every need, every desire. They had made sure of not only her family’s safety but gone about providing for them with the same excess they gave to Clair.

  What they had never done was ask Clair to do more than commit to them in the most basic mate-bond. Never explained their situation in relation to hers. These two powerful males had not risked asking if she could love them with everything she had.

  So it was time. Rising to kneel between the two males sprawled on either side of the bed, Clair lightly rested a hand on the nearest calf on either side of her. Two pairs of sleepy male eyes opened at her touch. Looking down their bodies at her, they both appeared to study her with the half-lidded passion of possessive men.

  Dropping her gaze to her own knees, Clair asked softly in formal Brintex, “Beloved Mates, may I ask a favor?”

  Above her, both male brows furrowed in instant concern. Glancing at Helix to see if he knew what this was about, Trel was deeply concerned when Helix shook his head in denial. Apparently they had failed her in some way if she had to ask for something. His gut tightened.

  “Ask, kitten,” Trel answered. He really couldn’t do a damn thing about the deep growl of his tone.

  “What is it, baby?” Helix soothed her with his easy manner.

  Clair did not look up but her rib cage expanded in a deep breath. Trel closed his eyes. This was not good. She was afraid to ask whatever it was. The myriad of things it could be were all bad. What if she wanted to leave them? Had she grown tired of the royal garbage they were subject to? It could be she missed Earth and wanted to return? Whatever it was, they couldn’t deny her. Not in reality.

  Her soft voice interrupted his dread.

  “I beg training. I love you both deeply. Please, teach me what I need to be worthy of being more than bound. It is my dearest desire to submit to the true Brintex mating.”

  Trel sucked in a breath and hadn’t realized he’d been holding it.

  She loved them. Deeply.

  She loved them deeply!

  Deeply!

  Trel’s brain spit out the information but he remained quiet in case there was more. Possibly he had misinterpreted her meaning. It was Helix who convinced Trel that he hadn’t misunderstood.

  Jackknifing out of the bed, Helix thundered, “Who dared to say you were not worthy? Kitten, someone will die for this viscous lie. You are prefect. Name him!”

  Clair’s body started and then shook as she stared at Helix in alarm. “No, no. No one said it. I assumed since you never…” Her words trailed off as she looked down again, a flush rose on her cheeks.

  Trel smiled in relief and sat up to gather their little mate into his arms. His lips in her hair he said softly, “I love you, Clair of Earth. More than you can know, I love you.” Trel’s eyes closed because he sure as damnation was not going to let Helix see the glassy state they were in. “We have never told her we love her,” he explained as soft arms curled his neck and the woman he held shuddered in silent sobs.

  Swearing under his breath, Helix came back on the bed, kneeling, facing Trel holding Clair. Her back to him, he could see the shudders as she tried not to cry. Putting a hand up, Helix smoothed her hair and cupped the back of her head. “Precious, where did you get such a fool idea that you are not worthy?”

  “Well,” her voice muffled in Trel’s shoulder, “I love you both so much and you never told me about the mate-bond so I knew I wasn’t, um, doing something right.” Her head rose to glance back at Helix. “I’m sorry.”

  “Damn it!” Helix reached for her.

  Trel let his brother pull their mate into his arms. Helix might appear more easy-going than Trel was, but it was not a truth. His brother simply hid his need better than Trel did.

  After a moment of holding her tightly, Helix ground out, “If you ever imply you are not worthy of anything, your bottom will feel my hand until you get your mind right. Do you understand me, Clair?”

  Her face buried in his neck, she nodded.

  Gently his hands moved to wrap around her ribs, just below her breasts, and drag her off his chest. Giving her a little shake, he demanded in a rough voice. “Look at me, kitten, and say it properly.”

  “Yes, Beloved,” big eyes glanced up at him shyly.

  Helix growled and his mouth took her lips in a deep, thrusting kiss.

  Trel let it go on for a bit. Helix’s lips came off her and Trel took Clair back into his arms, his mouth fastening on hers. Plunging into his sweet mate, he let his body tell her how much he needed exactly what she gave him.

  They did not leave their chambers that day, or the next. It was only on the third sun rising that Clair’s mates were satisfied she understood the error of her thinking. It was also the day they invited the doctor back to perform the procedure that would make Clair as much theirs as they were hers. It was a simple treatment that allowed a female to accept her mates’ on a cellular level just as they did her. Of course it involved taking both of them at the same time to close the sequence. Something they insisted on repeating just to be sure. Clair agreed with the overabundance of caution.

  Epilogue

  Earth became a Brintex protectorate but the damage had been done. The entire universe knew of the treasures so long hidden on the blue planet. Brintex Centurions now had to patrol the surface to stop slavers risking a trip to steal more females, as well as monitor surrounding space. There was little hope of finding all the women already stolen but the effort had to be made.

  Trel was not surprised at the overwhelming number of volunteers for these assignments.