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

already overwhelming sensuality. He gave her more when it was impossible to feel more, be more.
    Even how he handled her, carefully, firmly, stated that she was his but in a way that made her suspect being his might be the most important position possible. The force of a thousand new nerves screaming to life rioted in her mind. They added to the confusing contradictions this absolute submission required. How was it possible to be completely out of control and feel like the center of the universe?
    Trel focused on the pleasure of watching his fingers manipulate her, spreading her wide, deliberately pushing in shallowly, up and around, exposing every hollow as he rubbed the cream into those beautiful lips. He paid special attention to the dainty protrusion at the top of her cleft and the upper swell of her mound. He liked the softness of her there as he petted, stroked and spread her.
    The mineral was working and her surnim was becoming engorged. Like a ripe fruit, its dripping center strained open in a presentation she could not control. The lovely pink turned a fascinating shade of blushing scarlet.
    Quickly coating his fingers again, he applied the cream to her ass, gaining another shocked gasp from her. This time he didn’t bother lifting his attention. His gaze focused on fingers circling tender muscles. Oh yes, she would swell here as well, becoming incredibly sensitive, needy for sensations totally new to her.
    Her body reflexively resisted but he paid no mind and firmly pressed a finger against her opening. Not entering, but only because he chose not to. It wasn’t time yet. Watching his thick digits work her was far more emotionally charged than he’d been prepared for. Possessive dominance was natural to his kind, but he’d never felt such a searing drive. He would have her here, but more than that, he would have her begging for it. Her submission had to be that deep, that powerful, and he wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Could he pull back if she needed him to?
    The moment of doubt passed as his mate showed him exactly how powerful she was. Her answer to his sexuality was swift and humbling. Again she rejected any control on his needs, her hunger fueling him.
    Her pelvis jerked slightly, pressing down and he breached her. It didn’t hurt, he would have scented the change immediately if he had caused pain. She was tight, there would be a fire for surrendering, but she was not pulling back as he carefully pressed in. Her response was intense pleasure and shock. Sweet little thing was wallowing in carnal gratification. Of course, her need shot up with her little discovery that she wanted her ass fucked. Complete subjugation of her body thrilled her.
    Pressing in and withdrawing in careful thrusts, he showed her why a good deal of her instructions had been devoted to anal preparation. Taking care of those requirements, the deep cleansing of her body, had primed her mentally to some extent. Now it was his job to remove her uncertainty about this surrender turned to pleasure.
    Little mate was loving the surprising sensations. It was time to add another level of indulgence. His other hand administered a gentle slap to her exposed bottom, causing the flesh to move pleasingly. His hand remained kneading soft flesh and pulling the globes open for his penetration. She writhed on his fingers with each thrust. Her swollen surnim clenched and gushed, betraying her excitement as he stroked into her.
    Her response to his taking her ass was an intoxicating scent. Pleasure that was dependent on surrender, spiced with chagrin and given an erotic push with her secret shame at loving all of it.
    The door beside them chimed loudly as someone requested entrance. Trel grunted in that direction, not able to take his gaze off her lovely ass slowly receiving a second finger. The door opened, Clair gulped in a shocked gasp and froze. Her realization that someone was entering the room and he was making no move to cease exploded in her