Free Clair of Earth: Brintex Centurions Book One by Gail Faulkner

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