Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One (6 page)

Trel nuzzled her ear as he answered. “It means you agree that greedy pussy belongs to the two of us. After you agree, your mates will spank you if you are caught being naughty.”

Her eyes shot up to his but just as quickly her scent told him her response to the threat he’d just made. Trel smiled into her shocked face. “So being put over your mate’s knee interests you, Clair?”

“Oh, God! How do you do that?” She closed her eyes as waves of white-hot pleasure and equally bright mortification shot through her.

Between her legs, Helix snarled sharply, then in one fluid motion rose between her legs, his engorged cock found her entrance with unerring ease and slammed into her contracting channel. His hands held her hips as he powered into her in controlling thrusts. His roar of completion almost drowned her screams as her orgasm culminated to his pounding demands.

When Helix finally sank to the bed on the other side of their mate, all three of them were again drenched in sweat. Trel watched the two of them pant and tried to get a grip on this new arena of sensations. This type of sharing was addictive.

Clair opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling a moment then turned her head to Helix.

“Hello. My name is Clair. You are?” she asked quietly.

Helix’s rumble of laughter was not unexpected and Trel smiled.

“Helix,” he answered her. “Next brother of Trel, Security Centurion of the Brintex Empire.”

Trel could not see her face but her scent told him how surprising she found that bit of news.

“Also, and more importantly, Beta Mate of Clair,” Helix continued.

Trel sighed, not that he hadn’t suspected Helix would go this way. Helix was right. Their mate needed to understand her position. His belief that he could return her to her human life had been incorrect, but he would have liked to ease her into their world gently. Everything she knew was about to change. Earth would get its wish, there was no hiding the birth plant of their mate. Nor would there be a ban on reaching it.

Clair was breathing harshly again. “What does that mean, exactly?” she softly questioned Helix.

Helix shifted to his side, propped his head on his hand and smiled down at her. “It means you are the most important female in the empire. You’ll enjoy being the Empress I think.”

Everything about Clair went still.

“Wait a second,” Trel interrupted quickly, shifting to his side in a mirror image of Helix’s position. “What my brother means is, we are both committed to your care. Empress is a choice. You can choose not to take the throne and live a quieter life,” he tried to soothe her while frowning in a quick glance at Helix.

There was no thought process to it as Trel reached down and lifted her thigh over his legs as they talked. Helix did the same. She lay between them, spread wide as both males caressed her exposed body.

“Her family cannot be completely protected if she refuses the bond,” Helix replied with a frown at Trel.

Clair’s wide eyes jerked to Helix, and Trel snarled. Helix had used the argument that would get her compliance. He really did not mean to leave her a choice.

“We are bound. Her family is protected at all costs,” Trel stated very pointedly to his brother. Then looking down at Clair, he explained. “You are ours. We will tolerate no other male touching you. However, the commitment Helix is referring to is not required for your family’s protection.” Trel’s hand petted her
surnim
, soothing her as he spoke.

Helix idly circled one of her nipples with his forefinger as Trel spoke. “True, we will be vigilant in our care of you, Clair, but I want your bond promise. You are mated and will surrender this,” he declared confidently as he squeezed and rolled her distended nipple.

“Wait,” Clair sighed, her body shifting in response to the hands petting her. “Why? You already know what I need.”

Trel smiled at his smart little mate and gently thrust two fingers into her dripping
surnim
. Helix’s seed spilled out as she contracted on the invasion. “This, Clair?” he asked softly.

“And this?” Helix questioned as his hand gripped the base of her breast and firmly kneaded up ’til he rolled over her large nipple.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her hips thrust down on the fingers invading her as her chest rose to further surrender to its manipulation. “Yes,” she moaned in a drawn-out hiss.

Helix met Trel’s eyes for a moment. Satisfaction permeated the air around them.

Trel’s fingers pulled out of her
surnim
to rise and land on her plump folds in a very gentle spank at the same time Helix administered a little slap to her breast. Both males rolled off the bed to stand on either side of it as she gasped. Their abrupt departure left her with her legs spread wide, knees slightly bent since they had been resting over male hips. Her hands were curled into the bedding as she stared up at them.

Clair swallowed and blinked.

“’Tis done,” Trel stated calmly. His arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed her below them. “You have answered in the affirmative. You are mate bound to us.”

“Rise, Clair of Earth.” Helix leaned down to lift her gently as he commanded her compliance. “Your mates wish to bathe and feed you.”

“I don’t think I understand.” Clair frowned as she was carried to a small room.

“You will,” Helix assured her. “Now you will accept you’re mates’ care, kitten. We do not ask this right, we take what is ours.”

Clair glanced between them, took a deep breath and nodded.

The small room appeared to be an empty square, commands brought a shower of water from the ceiling. Trel and Helix washed her with no small amount of enjoyment as she gasped and blushed through it.

“We choose to gift you with our mark,” Trel told her when they were done rinsing. “It is painless, do not worry.”

Clair was briskly buffed dry and led into the bedroom. She was immediately confronted with the piece of furniture Trel had first attached her to.

“Go, kitten,” he instructed in his deep, commanding voice. “Take your place.”

“I will help you,” Helix stated, taking her to it and seating her as he bent to strap her ankles.

“Her hands too,” Trel directed. “She has trouble remaining still.”

Helix smiled into her eyes as he deftly secured her wrists above her head and then tipped her into position. Spread before them in lewd abandon, Clair gulped as she looked down her shuddering body to the two Centurions standing between her raised legs. They had investigated every inch of her and yet this still felt so helplessly exposed.

Aware that everything had changed in a way that was staggeringly intense, Clair looked at her two lovers securing her in as helpless a situation as a woman could be in and realized there was no other thing she would want. They gave her this surrender by requiring it. She was exactly the opposite of afraid though she had no idea what they meant by the statement about marking her.

They didn’t remain looking for long. Trel stepped up between her legs while Helix went to her hip. Both of them began petting her. Parting plump folds, Helix carefully pulled back the little hood shielding her swollen clit. It had never retreated to normal size since the cream was rubbed into it.

Trel’s fingers gently stroked her clit as he murmured praise. “Such a pretty
surnim
.”

Their attention was drawing even more blood to the flesh they fondled. Clair couldn’t see what they did next but it felt like a film of cool metal coated her clit. Trel’s fingers stroked as if petting down and around it and then she felt nothing but his attention. The slight cool feeling was totally forgotten as she moaned.

“Good kitten,” Helix approved, but his hands left her sensitive folds to move down and hold her bottom cheeks even wider open.

“I want you to push here, when my finger enters you,” Trel instructed sternly. “’Tis important you do as directed, Clair,” he continued. “There will be punishment if you do not. We will practice.”

Her cheeks stretched wide, she was appallingly sensitive as his finger circled her back entrance.

“Remember, push when you are entered,” Trel said again and she felt his digit tap on her exposed opening. Then the finger pressed down and she pushed as instructed, opening that most private place to his invasion.

“Very good,” Helix praised, dropping a kiss on her quivering abdomen.

Trel pulled his finger out and again she felt a brief cool sensation as he circled the opening again. “Push,” he commanded as his finger again pressed into her. He slid in and circled in firm swipes for a moment, his thumb pressing around the outside in widening strokes as he did so.

His hand came away from her and both males released her. They straightened and stared down at her.

“She is stunning,” Helix said softly.

“Mirror, ceiling,” Trel ordered. “Look, Clair, you are marked by your mates.”

Clair gasped as the ceiling shifted to become a giant mirror. The view of her spread body was not what shocked. Glowing between pink pussy lips, her clit appeared gold, flashing even as Trel’s finger manipulated it gently as if he were showing her a sparkling piece of jewelry. She felt his finger as warmly as she had before. Her flesh move subtly as he circled it, but it also glinted in the eye-catching glow of gold.

Below, her bottom entrance appeared painted with the same material. She was intimately decorated in wicked, fascinating gold.

“None will doubt your mates’ care,” Helix stated proudly.

Clair’s wide eyes shot to his face and then to Trel’s. Both males wore extremely satisfied expressions as they admired their work. Trel continued to manipulate her clit as they gazed at it. They then needed to do a lot more things that involved her newly decorated openings. All of which made Clair gasp or moan or scream.

In the month it took to reach Brintex, her mates taught her how deeply she needed the submission they required. In those lessons, Clair found the hearts of her mates was a treasure she would perish to protect.

Chapter Six

Two Earth months after acquiring Clair of Earth

              Seated in what could be call a throne room, Clair thoughtfully watched her lovers deal with ruling several galaxies. It wasn’t what humans would expect, full of pomp and ceremony. No, it was raw, harsh and often physically taxing. The only thing she could think of that might give humans an idea was comparing it to ruling the entire western United States during the years it was referred to as the Wild West. Even ruling was not the correct word. The original Brintex planets, and there were six of them, offered protection to other worlds.

             
More a protection racket? Perhaps.
Clair smiled at the comparison.

              There were rules of course. Laws of a sort, but the Brintex had no desire to directly control so many cultures. What Brintex did better than any other known species was make war. It had apparently almost decimated the race. Finding an outlet for that aggressive brilliance was what her lovers’ distant forefathers had done.

              The outcome was a thriving empire but not a kingdom.

              The current issue being argued was Earth’s petition to become a Brintex protectorate. Predictably, it had taken a very short span of time for the blue planet to realize its naked condition in relation to the heavily armed, aggressive civilizations flocking to them.

Her lovers arriving home with a mate was big news that spread fast. What shocked her most was the fact that Earth was a myth in the Brintex Empire. Showing up was sort of like being a unicorn. Stories varied about the fabled riches of the mythical planet called Earth, but now there was proof. Seeking Earth went from being a fool’s daydream to having every professional treasure hunter’s considerable resources focused on it.

Earth’s assumption that other cultures would trade with them was idiotic. No one paid for what they could just take. Unprotected and an independent, they had no hope of defending themselves against the exploitation. The most valuable commodity was the human female.

              Trel and Helix had tried to explain it to Earth’s United Nations government body but to no avail. Experience was the greatest teacher and the horror of spacecraft setting down in a town, collecting all the women and disappearing had quickly become reality.

              Clair was in the room not as a representative of Earth, but because her lovers seldom let her out of their sight. When they first arrived on Brintex she had expected them to behave as human males would, going off to do the extremely important business and returning when they had time. Nothing could have been further from her reality.

              When they left their private chambers Clair walked between them, be it for meals, meetings, or the endless job of mediating or military matters. Attentive to any need she might have, they appeared proud to stop whatever was occurring to see to her. She soon figured out it was a point of Brintex honor. Often her opinion was asked though she seldom gave it. Luckily, she was old enough to know declining to comment on matters she had no understanding of made her smarter. It also impressed upon whomever was in audience that she was superior to them in the eyes of the Brintex Rulers.

              Trel and Helix were affectionate, even openly adoring but never sexual in public. They were fiercely protective and not at all shy about displaying their jealous possessiveness. Had she been an independent personality they would have driven her insane. But Clair had spent her Earth life married to an extremely important, absent man. Her first husband had been an astronaut, then a statesman. He had loved her deeply, but was never around much.

              Not slow on the uptake, it had taken Clair a very short while to decipher all the attention. Yes, it was Brintex culture for mated pairs to spend most of their time together, but was that the reason she was never allowed out of her lovers’ views? She thought not. Even understanding the devastating epidemic that had swept through known civilizations and killed around eighty present of the females in every species didn’t explain it.

              The tragedy of the epidemic had been twofold. It destroyed the established structure of every civilization it touched by reducing them to desperate survival measures. And it created a space culture of piracy and black market trade. The most valuable currency was a female. Woman were treasured or sold. There was no middle-class female.

              From what she understood, a couple thousand years had passed since the “Endless Death” but still, the balance of natural-born females to males was surprisingly lopsided.

              Idly watching Earth’s delegates, Clair’s thoughts strayed to her magnificent mates. Helix stood not far from her, his energy level would not allow him to sit for long periods of time. The tall, romantic warrior was a vision of power and perfection. His eyes could capture a woman with their lazy lids that did nothing to hide his ready humor and burning sensuality. If one was not induced to gasp over the perfection of his face, glancing down at the body moving with a predator’s fluid grace would. He was a panther in humanoid form. Sleek, dangerous and totally aware of everything around him.

              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.

* * *

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 genetic code would actually evolve to attach them to their mate. However, the female was not bound to them in that way.