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    Trel almost chuckled as his mate learned that she had seriously underestimated his ability to provide for her.

Chapter Three
     
    Helix entered, pausing as he looked at the woman splayed under Trel’s hands. Helix’s eyes were on Clair’s lovely surnim and the silence was only broken by the sound of her gasp.
    “You seek me for a reason?” Trel growled, sliding three fingers into Clair’s ass and holding them there, he glanced at his younger brother.
    “Indeed, I’ve forgotten,” Helix stated with a smile. “However, I’m at your service should you need assistance? Her nipples could be stretched, I see.”
    Under his hand, Clair was no longer still. Her body would not allow it nor would her trepidation. She squirmed, causing her breasts to roll pleasingly as well as her soft belly and hips. Everywhere one looked she was soft and shifting, flushed and swollen. Her scent sizzled with embarrassment and excitement. Trel pulled his fingers from her slowly and she moaned. Her body shifted down as if to remain on him, her pelvis tilting and pushing. The display of her exquisite features was breathtaking.
    This what being strung out on drugs must feel like, Clair thought as she watched the other Brintex examine her while Trel’s fingers invaded her ass. Spread and restrained, her body responding to the amazing cream Trel was rubbing into her flesh, there was nothing Clair could physically do to alter the situation besides using her safe word. Something about that fact soothed her and set her free. The freedom part was realizing how much she enjoyed the look of absolute lust on the stranger’s handsome face.
    There was also a complete absence of fear. Trel would never let anyone or anything hurt her. She’d known that for a long time, but not like this. Watching the stranger’s hungry gaze move over every intimate inch of her body was exhilarating on so many levels. Being completely safe to experience a stranger’s lust was a new and intoxicating pleasure Clair had never imagined.
    That was what Trel was giving her. New pleasures that broke across her soul with the relentless force of ocean waves, sweeping her up in the tide of erotic surrender he kept giving her new experiences that she hadn’t known she wanted. Oh yes, he was pushing her and it was amazing. Clair gasped through this latest realization as she watched the two Brintex interact.
    “Be useful and hand me the dorne ,” Trel instructed Helix, ignoring the rest of his request.
    Helix chuffed softly in amusement and glanced around, sighting the thing on Trel’s desk. Scooping it up, he returned to stand close at Trel’s shoulder, his gaze again focused between Clair’s legs.
    “Anything else I can do?” Helix murmured.
    “Work at remembering the reason you’re here,” Trel growled as he took the dorne from Helix, their guarded conversation strictly for Clair’s benefit. Helix knew exactly why he’d been asked into the room. He was to remain five minutes and leave.
    The dorne ’s two long rods were shaped realistically, faithful replicas of fully functional male anatomy, and Trel wanted to be certain Clair saw them as he applied the cream. He was rewarded with a trembling moan, and yet his female did not speak. His pride at her control was a surprising addition to the pleasure she gifted him with.
    With his bare hand, Trel stroked down her belly, enjoying the shuddering muscle contractions at his touch. Positioning the dorne to penetrate both her entrances just as his fingers played her protruding folds, he pulled on her center nerve bundle and pressed in. The thick rods forced open swollen, greedy flesh as he pushed back the little hood shielding that last secret her body hid from his eyes.
    The dorne slid into her body and he fought the low howl that sounded much like a growl. The yoke holding both rods rested against her and Trel flicked the dorne on. Clair screamed, her pelvis jerked up in response to the wicked, vibrating tool