Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One (4 page)

She willingly moved for him as he placed her feet on the edge, spreading them as far as possible, then pulling her ass down to hang off slightly. She was spread before him as he sat to enjoy the swollen, dripping
surnim
squirming on his desk.

Helix had followed them and stood across the desk over her head. His hands rested on his hips. “Explain,” he demanded.

Trel leaned down and blew across her sensitive flesh then responded without lifting his head as his hands smoothed down her straining thighs. “Earth hormones are powerful.” He lowered to the source of their obsession, continuing to speak as he scented her from
surnim
to anus. “Without touching her, even seeing her, her scent alone accomplished it,” he purred softly as he indulged this luxury.

Helix watched his brother move her, arrange her and then touch her as he pleased. This woman between them who writhed in submissive need, exotic and compelling in her demands for physical attention. He watched and enjoyed the sight while approving of Trel’s actions. Oh, fucking Goddess, it was difficult to concentrate on the information they needed to discuss.

Trel had left out the word “mating”, knowing Helix would insert it. Looking down at the new center of the known universe, he dragged in a deep breath. Her alarm still flowed beneath other scents, but there was also the compelling spice of what might be called astonishment that pumped desperation into her need. Little mate loved having two males admiring her, wanting her, and she was aware of it, thus the shy consternation.

Trel rumbled a purr as his nose traveled back to her clit. She lay willingly spread on his desk, her body straining to present him with her openings. Though she could hear the conversation, Helix was sure little of it registered.

Helix, standing pretty much above her face, was not hiding the huge bulge in his flight uniform. “How is this possible?” he questioned. But it was more of a statement, an acknowledgement.

Trel’s eyes drift shut as his tongue flicked down to stroke her luscious folds. Helix watched his brother’s body shudder at the taste and it was an erotically powerful vision. Drawing in her essence, Trel rolled it across the receptors on the roof of his mouth and cheeks before he answered.

“Did you not wonder why I made it a High Law that no Brintex Warrior besides you or I interact with the humans?” Trel leisurely licked down her pretty
surnim
. At her entrance, he buried his nose and chuffed softly. She moaned loudly, arching into him. The move brought her open mouth more directly under Helix’s crotch.

Clair squeezed her eyes closed and tried to pant through her responses. The licking tongue exploring her pussy coupled with the close-up view of an impressive cock straining the clothing covering it created an excess of pleasure, anticipation and just hard need.

Oh, good God, she wanted that hard bulge in her face, wanted it with a foreign desperation that writhed on the flames of sexual surrender in primal abandon. How could she need this other person when Trel was working her body? Where did this need come from? Most importantly, what was Trel going to do when he realize she felt this?

She had no doubt Trel would know. He knew everything and seemed to know it before she did. On that realization, Clair relaxed. Of course he knew. So if he knew, he would take care of it, take care of her. It was not a problem because Trel would make it that.

Again, Clair felt free. With freedom came grateful joy. It was okay to be the woman who wanted another cock, who needed it. The woman who reveled in the touch of a stranger, who needed to feel that stranger thrust into her mouth. It was okay to need both of them in her body because Trel would not have brought her here if it wasn’t.

Helix asked cautiously, “You scented her on a male?” Knowing what his own reaction to this would have been, he was concerned at this information. It wasn’t that he didn’t know exactly who Clair was. It was the realization how Trel had discovered their mate. How incredibly difficult that discovery had been and yet his brother had found a way to protect the planet while dealing with something that would have been personally crippling.

Helix was not sure he could have been that controlled. Right now she was ripping through him, her precious soul rearranging his life by simply existing. There was no fight in him over that. None. How did a male accept his mate and not destroy any obstacle between them? What was the level of pain Trel endured to leave this planet to its own devises like he had for the last ten years?

The history of human/Brintex association in this age hadn’t drawn much consideration in the greater Empire because Trel had made sure it didn’t. The reasons for that graphically clear to Helix right now, though previously he’d not given it a thought.

Earth being off limits was not remarkable. Planets on the far rim were often protected by being banned to keep them from the notice of other species. The so-called Ban was simply the agreement of Trel’s Commanders to hide those planets by not exploring them.

The Brintex Empire was not interested in conquering. There was enough battle in protecting planets from plundering species. Answering the request for protection from planetary governments was the main source of income and outlet for the brutal profession their warriors needed to practice.

These thoughts flashed into focus and then evaporated as Helix watched Trel slowly thrust his tongue into her channel. Clair’s eyes opened to stare up at the obvious imprint of Helix’s balls and cock, her mouth opened and closed in soundless cries.

Pulling her juice from her body, Trel sucked as he withdrew his tongue, savoring the taste before responding calmly. “What do you think happens when a warrior scents his mate on a human male? And he knows that human just finished in her many times? Coming here was my arrogance in action. I had to explore where our ancestors told us not to.

“This is the price for that, brother. With that law, I thought to protect our males from the agony of finding a mate among Earth’s women. Women I thought were claimed because it is inconceivable not to treasure them. Then I realized Earth does not protect them, treasure them. If it were discovered, this planet’s most vulnerable will pay a terrible price. I brought that to them and it is my responsibility.”

Helix groaned and swung away from the desk. The big, graceful warrior stumbled as he turned, his face buried in his hand, fully comprehending what his brother told him.

Trel thrust his tongue back into her channel, snarling as she moved for him, giving him her taste in the most intimate way possible. He was imprinting it, drawing it into his body in greedy gulps. That his time was limited, his freedom to consume it a finite thing, might have added to his fierce need, but he doubted it. She ruled his senses, and Trel was hanging on to control by a thread.

Helix stood with his back to them for long minutes, head bowed, his mane shielding his features. Clair was irrevocably their mate. There would be no other. The more complex truth was if they claimed her, there would be staggering consequences for her people. If they left her, the brothers would die decades earlier than was normal for a Brintex. The cost a male paid for separation from his female.

The intensity of all this was crushing. Dimly Helix noticed that Trel had forgotten to shield Clair from the
mate
word.

Dragging in a deep breath, Helix lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. The air spoke to him. He felt his body clench in response to the female behind him. Helix was as ensnared in his instinctive responses as Trel had been for ten cycles.

“How did you live?” Helix growled softly.

Trel’s head lifted. Her scent, his mate’s most intimate mark, now fully reflected the change of circumstance. Providing what she needed always his first priority. Accepting the fact that she was not his alone didn’t dislodge his number-one priority.

“The same way you will,” Trel snapped, unwilling to spend a lot of time discussing. Helix would understand his instincts just as Trel had been forced to.

He had been arrogantly ignorant in making contact with the humans. Ancient writings had but one entry of this planet and its inhabitants. The record was a dark warning and dire prediction of destruction. Having viewed the humans’ sketchy accounts of the last time the Brintex Empire visited them, Trel now knew exactly how cataclysmic the event had been. Repeating history could not be permitted, but here they were. Apparently hiding the truth was not an effective deterrent. Sadly, his ancestors hadn’t known that.

Clair was beneath his tongue, and for Trel, that was all that mattered in this moment. Beautiful, impossibly compelling, his mate burned into his system, his cells, as she should. She took her place at the center of all that he would ever know, be, hope to become. The One he would hunger for even as he fell into the grave.

The ecstasy of her taste took him, and Trel abandoned all restraint. Licking glistening folds, he worshiped at the altar of exquisite beauty. Focusing on her sensitive bundle of nerves, relentlessly he drove her up. Pressing her with each taste to feel more, experience more. This was their time and he would not waste it wondering about tomorrow, or even later today.

Helix threw back his head and roared, drowning Clair’s scream as Trel drank her first orgasm.

Mate. Clair. Trel, her alpha mate. Helix felt her fold into his body, his soul and realized it didn’t even concern him that he joined his brother in this. No, it was actually a relief to the warrior within that no matter what, she would be loved, provided for. It was the old way. Brothers sharing a mate.

He turned slowly to look at the center of his world. Shockingly beautiful as she shuddered in release. Yes, as she should. Always.

Chapter Four

Trel hid the tremble in his hands by tightening his grip on the full globes of her ass and consumed her pleasure from the sweet, contracting
surnim
beneath his mouth. His entire body shook in response to her orgasm.

Helix’s clothes were falling off his body as he stalked back to them. Growling into Clair’s channel, Trel lashed her with his tongue as his mate gifted him with her essence and the sounds of her coming apart for him. Helix again stood across the desk, but this time his hands were on Clair. Grasping both breasts in kneading fists, he leaned down, his heavy cock resting on her shoulder.

“Good girl, Clair. Show the Centurion what is his. What he commands. You want to please him, right?” Helix purred, plunging into the training of their mate.

Trel couldn’t repress the primal snarl as he tasted her response to Helix’s hands and that flavor became a new drug. She showed him another shade of addictive as Helix grasped her nipples and twisted firmly. Helix’s demand that she speak her desires lit a fire in the little kitten. Or it was the fully erect cock beside her cheek as he amused himself with her breasts.

“Respond, mate,” Helix commanded. “You wish to please the Centurions, correct?”

              “Yes!” she wailed as he released sensitive points and firmly rubbed her breasts, his hips thrusting gently, moving the long, thick cock beside her face.

              Trel reluctantly eased up on her channel to lick her
surnim
in a slow stroke, lowering her bottom to the desk as his gaze met Helix’s over her body. Forcing back the erotic haze, Trel acknowledged the reality of where the three of them were as he looked at his brother.

“Mine first,” Trel growled in guttural tones. He could barely speak. Everything was magnified as if normal responses had been a pale shadow of what was possible.

The three of them had entered an instinct-driven realm. The leader of the most vicious fighting force in the known universe and his brother, linked in the old way by a precious mate, presented a special danger that they needed to get under control.

Trel searched his brother’s scent for some indication of violence and only found extreme sexual arousal. The clear gold eyes of the Centurion staring back at him were not out of control. In himself was an explosive sexual pleasure at her response to his brother. The magnification of his senses felt surreal and yet natural.

Helix’s head was tilted down, he looked up at his brother through dark lashes, his smile a hard line as he nodded once. “This has to go the old way,” he declared softly, “but yours first.”

In the distant past when Brintex Centurions were few and humanoid females even fewer, it had been a matter of species survival, brothers imprinting a female while she remained free to go to others if both males died. Imprinting was biology’s iron-clad guarantee that volatile, warring Centurions would not condemn the struggling Brintex race to extinction.

Giving Clair what she needed was about to be a hell of a lot more intense than even he had imagined.

“Protected with my blood,” Helix vowed.

Trel straightened and swiftly stripped off his clothes. The shift in their status as mated Centurions added an unexpected dimension to his analysis of Helix’s attitude. Clair provided insight to his brother’s view of the universe that Trel hadn’t considered before. Helix’s high-risk aggression style abruptly became another level of deadly protection instead of cavalier disregard for safety. Clair changed everything, even how the brothers saw each other.

Trel’s hands returned to her thighs on either side of his hips. Helix leaned over her head, his cock on her shoulder, pressing against her cheek as he fondled her breasts. There was nothing more erotic, more amazing than looking at Clair twisting between them. Nothing so compelling as scenting her excitement escalating as she was handled by two Centurions intent on her submission.

Trel’s cock lay on her
surnim
, the tip marking her, and he gave her what they each craved.

“Clair, what do you need?” Trel asked her in a low, rumbling growl. “Say the words clearly, kitten.”

Looking down her trembling body into the black depths of Trel’s eyes, Clair didn’t even take a breath. “I need you,” she stated in a shaky whisper. A truth, a confession, a plea, she didn’t care how it sounded. Her gaze rose to the male standing above her. Looking into golden eyes, she repeated that truth. “I need you.”

She was looking up a naked body, muscle intensive and seriously flexed. The stunningly handsome face staring down at her possessed the most beautiful gold eyes she’d ever seen. He was a stranger but he wasn’t. In his features was a gorgeous, glowing echo of the dark Centurion who had captivated her for so many years. She blinked as those conflicting certainties battle in her brain.

“Take what is yours,” both males said in unison.

Permission, sweet, intensely sensual and commanding permission. It scoured through Clair with velvet claws. Unlike anything that had gone before, it drove her and cradled her. She was what they wanted but also she had the power to provide what they needed.

Turning to the thick cock beside her cheek, Clair did what she needed to do. The dark mix of male and midnight sins was his taste. So wicked, so delicious, irresistible ambrosia offered to her and she was going to consume every bit of it he would allow her to.

Trel wondered if his brain could explode as he watched his beautiful Clair eagerly turn her face to lap at Helix’s cock while her hips thrust up and around, trying to stroke his member with the bare skin of her
surnim
.

“Yes,” Helix snarled, his hands grasping the base of her breasts to slowly stroke up as if milking them. Her mouth eagerly strained for his cock as he chuckled and flicked her distended nipples.

Clair’s hands clenched into fists as she found herself abruptly licking Helix’s balls. Her hips thrust franticly, a little wildly. Trel placed her feet on the desk again and delivered a sharp series of smacks to her jiggling bottom. The smacks drove her to even more energetic thrusting and he smiled as he watched her.

“Lift that ass for me. Spread, kitten, are you closing your legs to your Centurion?” Trel questioned and moved back to make her strain up on toes to continue rubbing his cock with her soft
surnim
.

The minerals deep in her body had enhanced her sensitivity, but the sexuality she displayed in her scent was all Clair. Her ever-changing, intensifying lust as they manipulated her beautiful body was a fire feeding her mates. The spikes as a slap kissed her skin could not be ignored. They were almost as powerful as the blaze that ignited when she embraced a new level of surrender and realized how deeply she wanted exactly what she was getting. Clair burned like nothing he’d ever seen.

Trel sucked in air as he felt the joining change. Looking up at Helix, their gazes locked for a moment, acknowledging that it was Clair who was changing them. What she needed, how she responded, the subtle, irresistible shifts in her scent as three came together. Their mate needed more, demanded they supply the one thing neither could ever deny her, the pleasure of her submission.

Helix bared his teeth in a silent snarl and nodded, pushing Trel to test what they both scented.

His hand landed on her
surnim
in a precise slap. “I asked a question. Answer.”

“No.” Her muffled response from between Helix’s legs was accompanied by a jump in her scent as the submissive surrendered another barrier to the Centurions. “Please, more,” she begged while managing to lick the sac on her mouth between each word.

Helix growled in pleasure, again tormenting her sensitive nipples with careful twists as his cock sawed on her chin.

“Then offer yourself,” Trel directed softly. “Your hands are free. Hold yourself open for the Centurions viewing you. Show us what feels good. Touch yourself.”

Clair’s hands froze only a second then grazed over her hips. At the fleshy mound above those fascinating folds her fingers paused to rub gently, she finely reached down to finger her newly distended clit.

“I cannot view it well,” Helix stated. “Lift to display.”

Her hips tilted up as she strained on tiptoes. Her mouth sucked at the back of his balls as Helix leaned forward to watch her play with her
surnim
. Pretty little fingers pulled swollen lips wide while thumbs stroked her clit.

“It appears she wants fucking,” Helix commented.

“Yes, please,” Clair moaned in a whisper, her body jerking as she teased herself.

“What was that?” Trel questioned sharply. Giving her the opportunity to beg could not be missed. Her need, her submission, the utter erotic vision she presented had taken the three of them to a place Trel hadn’t known existed. He was fully aware of her on an elemental level, and yet, completely immersed in the pleasure. Everything about her told him what she needed, right down to her body temperature as she uttered those whispered words. “You will ask for your pleasure.”

Helix moved his genitals off her face to grin down into her eyes and wait for her request.

Her gaze jumped back and forth between them but her fingers never stopped strumming her clit as she seemed to gather courage. Not able to hold the strained position, her bottom slowly lowered to the desk.

“Please,” she moaned softly.

Trel reached down swiftly and lifted both her hands in one of his, holding them off her body. “Not good enough. Earn your release, Clair. Do you wish to spend the next three hours bound and alone so you cannot relieve the burn?” he questioned harshly. “Or perhaps you’d rather spend it displayed to the crew,” Trel suggested as her eyes widened. “They can teach you the proper form of begging for us.”

“No, no, please, fuck me!” spilled out of her mouth in apparent panic, but her scent told another story.

The mention of the crew had made Helix’s lips turn down in a scowl, but when her scent exploded, he’d laughed softly.

“Oh, Clair,” Helix crooned on the end of his laugh. “The crew excites you, doesn’t it? What is it? Are you yearning to be on a stage, fucked for the crowds? Spread and examined by strangers?”

“I, no, I mean, I can’t…” She panted each word as her eyes shot between the two males towering over her.

Trel released her hands. They fell limply to her sides. “That’s right, kitten, we can scent your responses,” he told her and leaned down to brush her clit with his tongue. Her body jerked as he rose. “It tells us how much you love that touch and how hot you become thinking of being spread on a stage. Examined by strangers really sets you off. What did you see? Were you commanded to bend over so they might view both your holes? Did the strangers finger you to see how easily you become wet?”

“Oh, God, don’t. I can’t do that,” Clair gasped.

Helix inhaled deeply and bent to grasp her nipples. “Pretty kitten should not lie,” he stated softly and gently twisted the two points of distended flesh.

Trel laughed as he watched his brother tease her with the empty threat. It had taken Helix a moment to figure that out, which rather surprised Trel, but it was gratifying to know Helix’s possessive instincts matched his own in the matter. Teasing her verbally was as close as this female was ever coming to knowing the touch of another male. At least not while Trel or Helix could draw breath and wield a weapon.

Helix’s teasing ended abruptly as his eyes shot to Trel, narrowing on his brother. Reading scent was not confined to their mate, and Trel’s thoughts were betraying him though Helix did not know the exact reason for the deadly threat emanating from his brother.

“What?” Helix questioned sharply.

“Nothing we can deal with now.” Trel shook his head. “Brief thoughts on how we will pay for this later.”

“Ours, Trel,” Helix stated seriously, eyes burning into his brother’s gaze.

Trel had no trouble figuring out that Helix wasn’t happy with his intention to leave her on Earth. It felt like a long time ago when he asked Helix to interrupt his play with her and he had explained that play was all it was. He had foolishly thought he could control the situation and keep his mate-bond private. A secret he alone suffered.

The fates were laughing. The complete shock of three becoming one clouded the edge of the experience but neither male was able to focus for very long on anything but the precious female between them.

“Please, I beg you,” Clair finally managed. “I need you.”

“She’s getting talkative,” Helix mused, his smile returning. “How about I take care of that while you see to the other?”

Both males grinned. Trel reached for her waist, Helix stepped back, freeing her momentarily. Clair was easily lifted and flipped in the air to be placed on hands and knees.

A little dazed she gazed at Helix’s cock.

“Elbows,” Helix instructed to move her head down.

Behind her Trel grasped her thighs and lifted her knees off the desk, suspending her in his hold and removing any option of movement from her. The thick head of his penis probed the opening of her channel as he adjusted her to the position he wished. Glancing up her back, he watched Helix grasp her hair and position her head over his erection as he instructed her to hold the base with both hands.