Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One (5 page)

She was on her elbows, her back end suspended in Trel’s grip as he paused to watch her mouth open over the cock before it. Helix held her head, just allowing her lips to brush the tip, and met Trel’s eyes briefly.

They both pushed in slowly.

Trel grimaced as he controlled the need to thrust in hard. She was so mind-bendingly perfect. Wet and hot, her channel stretched around the thick crown of his cock. He couldn’t focus on anything else as he slowly, carefully powered into her. Holding back to make sure her body could take him was incredibly difficult and the most erotic journey into pleasure imaginable.

Their mate was so tight, her
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contracted in hot, wet welcome, and Trel had to breathe in harsh pants through his mouth to handle it. There was too much in the air. But even the open-mouth breathing didn’t blunt the power of her response. He could taste her extreme pleasure as he entered her, and Clair lowered her mouth down on Helix’s cock. Helix’s response also—the depths of his pleasure in watching Trel take her channel as she sucked him. All of it created a current of sensual overload.

In her to the hilt, Trel paused, his hands holding her hips, he consciously monitored his grip to be sure he didn’t harm her. Air billowed through his lungs as he shuddered with the effort to hold back and allow her body to adjust. His eyes focused on Helix’s grip in her hair didn’t help as her head bobbed on the thick cock entering her mouth. Trel’s cock stretched her lips, then her cheeks hollowed as he pulled out.

Helix was being careful as well. The growl rumbling in his chest was a clear indication of building tension, but he wasn’t thrusting down her throat. Her fists could not fully circle his cock but he had stacked her hands as a natural barrier to indicate how far he could thrust in. His large hand held her wrist, guarding her safety.

Trel pulled out of the tight confines of her channel slowly, savoring the journey, enjoying the control she didn’t even know they were exercising. Giving her these few moments to know she could handle them before they took what she so needed to give. Kitten was going to get her Centurions’ full attention in every way possible.

Thrusting in, Trel allowed his eyes to close as the sensations rolled over him. Being hilted in Clair’s body burned through the barriers of his control at an alarming rate. His hips powered up as he thrust into the tight channel. Her body rippled around him, adjusting, squeezing him with excruciating welcome. Heat sizzled under his skin, a spiraling promise of the mating frenzy to come.

“Good kitten,” Helix purred above her head. “Take your cock, baby. You will lick and suck properly while you get your fucking. Feel him plunging into you. Does it feel good? A hot cock separating the flesh between your legs as one holds your mouth open? Do you feel your body full?” Helix pulled her off his cock on the last question just as Trel thrust into her.

Her ass rose on the plunging cock slamming into her wet, contracting channel. Her head was held up to look into Helix’s face as she screamed in pleasure, giving him the only answer she could. Her body was ready for them in every way, perhaps pushed to a much greater need than she might naturally have been capable of this first time but certainly not more than she wanted.

Helix smiled down into her eyes and took her deeper into the submission she craved. “Say it, little one. Ask for what you need,” he directed. His fist in her hair held her head still even as he rubbed the wide head of his cock across her cheeks. Behind her, Trel elicited a gasping scream with each deep plunge. “You can do it,” Helix pressed. “Needy little kitten is nowhere near satisfied, is she?”

“No,” Clair gasped. “Please.”

Helix chuckled and allowed her head to lower just enough to lick the crown, but his fist in her hair did not allow her to take him in her mouth. Her body jerked on the cock working her
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as Helix moved her licking mouth over him.

“Not good enough, precious. Begging is an art we will have to teach you,” Helix hissed above her.

Trel reached down and grasped her under her shoulders, his cock pulling out as he swung her body up to face Helix. He stepped back a pace, pulling her away from the desk with him. In a swift athletic move, Helix was across the desk, standing in front of it, facing them. Helix hooked his hands behind her knees and secured her legs up as Trel lowered her ass on his cock.

Clair’s eyes were huge but she had no time to be afraid as the cock that had been fucking her cunt easily slipped into her ass. Her legs held bent and wide by one brother as the other pressed up while lowering her body on himself.

Helix moved back to sit on the desk in front of her, he dropped her legs on his shoulders freeing a hand to firmly pluck a distended nipple while the other set of fingers spread swollen pussy lips to gently flick his thumb nail over her clit. Behind her Trel thrust short, deep strokes into sensitized fire.

Clair’s world reeled. So many sensations. So much to process. She was being fucked up her ass by one male while the other fingered her and rolled a nipple. Her body was burning but it wasn’t… Clair didn’t know exactly what it wasn’t. There was a razor edge of almost pain but it folded into the most explosive pleasure. She needed that cock thrusting deep in her ass and she even knew they had ensured it with the dildo earlier, sensitizing her.

The male amusing himself by spreading her private flesh and watching her scream in pleasure as she jerked on the thick cock entering her with increasing force only made it more intense. He was torturing her with shocking swells of pleasure. Alternately pulling her clit or twisting one of her nipples, it was almost too much to handle. He never crossed that line to pain but then, she wasn’t sure she didn’t want him to.

Her cunt gushed under his fingers, contracting as she moaned in guttural gasps. He was watching her do that. He watched the huge cock thrusting into her eager ass and the shuddering contraction of her empty opening, his other hand flicking her nipples to enhance the show.

“Is this what you need?” he asked as two fingers entered her, thrusting deeply.

Clair couldn’t get enough air in her lungs to answer. Her body burned in a fire she’d never experienced before. The cock taking her from behind was teaching her that she’d never experienced passion before. Each thrust a bolt of lightning firing across screaming nerves that had been primed with the mysterious cream. She leaned forward on the arms holding her at the shoulders. The instinct to push her ass back at the cock and present her breasts to the tormenter before her could not be denied. As the male in front of her probed her pussy, Clair realized her head was bobbing in a wordless attempt to encourage both of them.

Abruptly the male in front of her shifted to his knees up on the desk. Her legs over his shoulders straightened so he nearly bent her in half. His change in position allowed the cock moving in her ass to ram in just a little deeper. She was already leaning forward, the male grasped her head and held it down and thrust the thick mushroom head of his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth in short jabs, holding her head still for his pleasure.

The cock in her ass jacked her body past all limits, shooting every receptor in her being into oversaturation. The other male thrusting into her mouth, forced her to be exactly what she’d never thought she could be. Both of these stunningly perfect males were losing their minds in her and she was coming for them. That was her last thought as the cock in her ass erupted one stroke ahead of the cock in her mouth that was now pumping hot cum down her throat.

Chapter Five

Trel rolled to the side of the bed and swung his legs over. Elbows on knees, hands folded, he contemplated the floor between his feet. Clair’s soft breathing as she slept in Helix’s arms was a gentle, relentless stab in the heart with each exhalation.

He’d been so arrogantly confident he could do this. Before touching Clair he had been sure of the future he would give her. Determined she would have her human life that included an unremarkable, safe world.

As Alpha of the Brintex Empire, it was his duty to see to his people’s future.

As Alpha Mate to Clair, it was his duty to ensure her happiness.

He didn’t see how those two directives could live in the same reality. Helix being the Beta Mate did not mean he would willingly give her up just because Trel thought it was the right thing to do. Trel knew his brother well, but they’d never shared a woman, much less, well…this, this ancient mate-bond that had been lurking in their DNA.

The ancestors had done an excellent job lying about Earth and its inhabitants. That his ancestors had kept that secret so effectively was an unbelievable accomplishment. The timeframe of their discovering Earth had to be right after the Trenchant Epidemics when long-range humanoid tragedy had yet to be realized.

Earth, far in the outer reaches of space, the one inhabited planet in a harsh solar system, had been wiped from Brintex records save for that one entry in a private journal. Trel swore in a hissed litany of all the things he’d like to inflict on the damned ancestor who left that hint.

Behind him Helix’s low growl rumbled. “There were two of them.”

Trel glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He met fierce eyes glaring over Clair’s head.

“Two?” Trel raised a brow.

“You were cursing the ancestor, there had to have been two of them to pull this off,” Helix stated. “Think about it. One to return and remove this discovery from the records, making sure Earth was not found again until it had time to develop. The other to stay on Earth and erase any clear record of us there as well.”

Trel grunted. “I wasn’t aware you’d studied this.”

Clair shifted and mewed in her sleep. Immediately Helix’s hands soothed her, his lips in her hair as he murmured quiet endearments, sending her back into exhausted sleep.

Trel’s jaw clenched but he didn’t interfere with Helix handling their mate. He’d had a lot longer to deal with the mate-bond and he remembered clearly how it had affected him when he first discovered it. Being part of the experience they just shared during that discovery complicated things for Helix.

She drifted into deep sleep again, Helix looked up at Trel. “I am your second. Even without the mating, Earth presented issues we have to deal with. They are almost beyond our ability to conceal them anyway.”

Trel stood and walked to the port-pane, gazing out toward the blue jewel of a planet they orbited. They were in the shadow of the moon, a handy blind spot but an obvious one. Being able to park, as it were, graphically illustrated the humans’ misconceptions about their complete lack of defense.

Trel’s ship coming across Chet’s floundering Earth vessel was a lucky accidental encounter. Trel had come this way on a hunch about that damn tantalizing line in his family’s private historical documents. Earth’s intention to plunge themselves into space could have had an entirely different outcome. There were so many less friendly species they might have encountered first.

Chet was a male Trel liked and respected, a warrior forging into deep space on a high-risk mission to explore. Trel recognized that spirit. It was when they reached Earth that Trel realized his mistake. No, actually it was the first morning after their arrival when Chet joined him that Trel understood how much trouble the blue planet was going to be for him, personally. The scent of Clair clung to Chet, and Trel was lost.

Later the other problem became paramount. Earth was not ready to join the interstellar community. It had no defenses, no concept of how easily it would be decimated and mined for every rich resource it possessed. Yet Earth desperately wanted out from under the protection the Brintex Empire offered. Like a child looking at candy and not able to comprehend the result of gorging.

“I had hoped to keep them safe a while longer,” he stated softly in conversational tones to keep from disturbing Clair. “It was my intention to show them why they must not enter the intergalactic community just yet.”

“You think they will listen?” Helix questioned with repressed skepticism. “That they would agree to do as told after a few vids of slavers presented by the alien trying to confine them? Anything you show will be suspect. Besides, it’s obvious this meeting happened in the past. Have you looked at the number of landing sites they built in Earth’s distant past? Both southern continents are littered with them.”

The implication was that this planet had been forcibly concealed against its own wishes. The evidence was archeologically nearly indisputable if one knew what to look for.

Trel crossed his arms, his back to the bed, no one witnessed his scowl. “I have had eleven Earth years to consider,” Trel reminded Helix. “Rescuing their craft was the last rash decision I made.”

Helix chuckled. “That bit you in the ass pretty quick.”

Trel grunted agreement. Chet Warren had been in space a year when Trel pulled him from his crippled ship. No hint of Clair had been on the male. Returning Chet to Earth and his wife, Trel had sealed his own fate.

Protecting her meant protecting her people. He had tried to do that, but it was clear they didn’t want what he offered them. Innocent and stupid are often the same thing. Earth was rushing into a grim awakening.

They, the humans, were the extraordinarily privileged few. No other humanoid species had enjoyed the luxurious freedom to develop in peace with such an abundance of life-sustaining resources. Not that the Earth humans could comprehend how privileged they were. It was the very lack of comparison to other cultures that would destroy them now. Worse than that, they were unaware what their most precious resource was.

“Chet was a good friend,” Trel said softly. “He fought to save his planet from a future it wasn’t ready for. Earth will not be able to undo its choices if they reject our protection.”

“We can protect them anyway,” Helix stated confidently. “What’s the point of ruling an empire if you can’t protect one planet?”

“They have to want it,” Trel stated bluntly. “We will not break Interstellar Laws that we enforce.”

“They will ask,” Helix insisted. “You know they will.”

“Yes, but after what? Without Brintex protection, what race will reach them first? The Releiiks? The Trechianions? Perhaps the Yardiths? You know what will happen to the females—they will be put to use. That first shipment of human slaves will bring every trafficker in six galaxies.”

Trel hissed in anger as he continued. “Even if the foolish Earth counsel acts quickly, it will be too late. Unrestricted access, even for a short time, will result in a constant stream of females disappearing from Earth. What if Clair’s nieces were taken? Think on the pain that would cause her and tell me they will ask for protection soon enough!”

Trel swung around to find two sets of eyes watching him.

Clair sat up slowly, seemingly unmindful of her lack of clothing. Everyone in the room was unclothed, but somehow Trel was a little surprised at her focus. He shouldn’t have been. This was exactly the type of thing he had worked so hard to protect her from. His eyes cut to Helix reclining behind her.

“A cough or something too much to ask?” he demanded mildly.

Helix shrugged. “Our mate has a right to know.”

Clair’s head whipped around to stare at Helix, a frown creasing her forehead.

“Good one. Perhaps you’d like to punch her next?” Trel snarled as he strode to the bed. Sitting, he reached for Clair, his hands gentle on her forearms as she turned a dazed face to him again.

“What does he mean? Wait, no, what do you mean, someone will take the twins?” Her confused questions tumbled out as her scent told them of her mounting fear.

“No, kitten, he was just thinking out loud,” Helix soothed, swiftly sitting up behind her. His arm around her waist, his head bent to kiss her shoulder.

Trel, facing her, added, “I wouldn’t allow it. The galaxy would burn should a trader try to lay a hand on your sister’s children.” His hands smoothed up and down her arms as her hands fluttered on his chest. Her worried face turned up to his. “There is no power in the six systems that I will not employ to protect our family. I was making a point, baby. I’m sorry it frightened you.”

Clair looked into his eyes with that expression, yes, it would always be the key to getting him to promise anything. Trel could not abide this kind of fear in her. “You trust me to keep my word, do you not?

“Of course,” Clair agreed.

“Our family is safe.” His statement soothed her. Reminding her of their history did it.

His lips took hers gently, seeking to wipe the last remnants concern from her mind. Naturally he eased her by stroking her breasts as her mouth opened under his.

Kissing Clair was exactly as dangerous as it sounded. His intention to be gentle melted as his tongue stroked into her and the woman sucked at him. Her mouth welcomed him as eagerly as her body had and he was lost in her. Trel did not even consider coming up off her lips until her hips bucked hard.

He had pushed her down to the pillow as Helix shifted from behind her. His body hovered over her chest from the side of the bed, needing the dominance of being above her as he drank from her mouth. Lifting his lips, he glanced down her body to find Helix, with her legs over his shoulders, as he took her pussy in his mouth.

Clair’s eyes closed as she moaned and arched into Helix’s mouth. Then her eyes popped open again and stared up at Trel in obvious effort to gather her wits.

“What did… What does…” Clair’s words floundered as Helix’s focus between her legs seemed to increase.

Trel smiled down at her and plucked her nipple as he watched her respond to her mates.

The smile seemed to shock her as her expression went from confused to surrender and her hands rose to circle his neck. It was the first time she’d ever reached for him and Trel found those sweet arms circling his neck were a whole new lesson in how Clair seduced his soul.

No, it was the honey addiction of her lips that taught the lesson…maybe her nails scraping down his back in kitten pleasure as she moaned into his mouth. Whatever it was, kissing Clair while she burned on her way to an orgasm was a sure way to wipe his mind of any other thought save her pleasure.

Trel lifted his lips just as her body tightened and arched. Hearing Clair scream as one of her mates took her was music. Okay, perhaps just to him and his brother, but he needed to hear it just as much as he needed to pull oxygen into his lungs.

Her knees pressed high as Helix’s hands at the back of her thighs, forced them up. Her back lifted off the bed as she came, soft belly shuddering, fascinating breasts rolling with each harsh breath. Helix would not let her evade him when she started thrashing.

Trel leaned back a bit to watch them as Clair began to beg for mercy. Her body bucking as she screamed her pleasure.

“Please, please…I can’t breathe! No more,” she wailed desperately. Helix ignored her, lapping her clit in long licks. “Tell me what to do, how to please you, I’ll do anything for mercy,” she continued in horse tones between sobbing moans.

Helix did pause at that. His lips on her clit in a firm kiss, his eyes on her face as a characteristic smile could be seen in his cheeks. Trel casually lifted her head, his hand at the back of her skull to help her meet his brother’s eyes. Held between them, her knees in the air, her head captured in a firm grip, she was again the most beautiful thing Trel had ever seen.

“Agree you are bound to us,” Helix demanded silkily. “Or shall I continue?”

“W-what?” Clair stuttered. Helix swiftly sucked her distended clit into his mouth, his hands flexing at the back of her knees, shoving them wider apart.

“Not fair…” she wailed as her body jerked in overstimulated response.

“He does not know what the word ‘fair’ means,” Trel informed her softly as his lips grazed her cheek. He held her head up so she was able to observe Helix’s enjoyment of her juicy
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. “Fair is an Earth concept. No other species has a word for this luxury.”

Adding the visual to her experience was an indulgence. He liked how she burned another shade of pink as she watched herself being eaten by a male she’d actually never met with her clothes on. It didn’t surprise him that she balked at the command to commit.

This was another facet of the bonding. She was still having sex, they were making love. She knew him but he’d never even introduced her to her other mate.

“Look at you, Clair,” he murmured in her ear. “Look how you come so easily for the male eating you. So pretty, spread for his tongue. Feel how much you like watching the stranger enjoy your pussy.”

Trel chuckled as his words placed another layer of erotic submission on her. Little mate was so intoxicating.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” she panted but her eyes never lifted from the view of her cunt being spread and sucked. “What does he want? What does it mean? The commit thing?”