Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One Read Online Free PDF Page A

delivering the cream deep in her ass and surnim . She twisted and writhed, her gorgeous breasts rolled as she moved, their puffy tips sporting nipples almost purple with engorged blood.
    Trel’s gloved hand held the dorne deep in her body, his other hand stroked the center of her surnim just enough to stimulate but not allow release. Earth’s word for that bundle of nerves was as abrupt and harsh as the ass word. Clit , such a short designation for the pretty, delectable female organ.
    Her body moved with maddening grace, responding to his touch, her natural heat and the deep stimulation. It was a situation she couldn’t control in any way. He’d ensured she was aware that he let Helix enter the room and witness her responses. She was displayed, penetrated, and now completely willing to hump lewdly as the Centurion she belonged to enjoyed her. Her reaction was a mind-numbing aroma that almost robbed Trel of control.
    Helix sucked in a deep breath and reached for her breasts. Trel snarled in warning and Helix dropped his hands.
    “May the four Goddesses have mercy,” Helix breathed in reverent wonder. “Are there more like her?”
    “No,” Trel answered distractedly, the denial a reflex as it was obvious there could never been another as perfect. “But then, I’ve never actually looked at any other human female,” he confessed in natural honesty.
    The mineral having completely absorbed into her breast tissues, Trel leaned over and captured a turgid nipple in his mouth, sucking in sharply. She screamed again and he grunted in satisfaction. The soft puffiness of the surrounding flesh and plump hardness of her nipple created a delicious contrast. His eyes closed in bliss as he rolled her nipple across the ridges at the roof of his mouth. Not enough. His jaws opened and he sucked hard, drawing in more of that lovely mound. His mouth worked at her with deep, suckling pulls.
    Her hips bucked fiercely with each long pull on her breast. Without lifting fingers or mouth, he carefully moved around her leg to her side. Allowing her breast to slowly fall from his mouth, he watched it bounce on her chest in glistening majesty. “Give me the other,” he commanded Helix.
    The direction was to make sure she understood that at his command, his brother would touch her. Knowing her deep desires in this area made his brother the only choice to provide her with this experience.
    Her pleasure in submission was driving him hard. Helix could not help scenting her response and Trel knew it. Fleetingly he wished he had time to examine the complexity of her responses. Her scent was gaining a new spice. Lighter, golden yet deeply complex.
    A human inch shorter than Trel, Helix was the other side of the Brintex coin. He possessed a sandy-red mane, his eyes were the color of sunset when day is burning out its last embers. In attitude as well, he laughed where Trel usually scowled. Both had the imperious nose and heavy muscle structure of a Brintex warrior.
    Helix grasped her swaying breast with both hands, kneading firmly as he squeezed to offer the distended tip to Trel’s mouth.
    “Good, little kitten,” Helix rumbled approval to Clair as Trel sucked her and strummed her shuddering body. Apparently the one small permission was all Helix needed to feel he had been invited to join. Trel was too busy to correct him at the moment.
    Helix’s hands released her breast and stroked her sides to her hips, down to caress straining thighs on either side of his body as she shook in her stirrups. “Lovely Clair, such a good kitten,” Helix continued softly. “Look how you swell and present for your Centurion.”
    Trel conceded mentally that Helix was standing between her spread thighs and did have the best view of her thrusting hips pumping contracting openings around the thick invaders. And Helix was Trel’s second, with all the rights and responsibilities of that post. Brother to Trel was currently the more important distinction. Trel