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

ceiling shifted to become a giant mirror. The view of her spread body was not what shocked. Glowing between pink pussy lips, her clit appeared gold, flashing even as Trel’s finger manipulated it gently as if he were showing her a sparkling piece of jewelry. She felt his finger as warmly as she had before. Her flesh move subtly as he circled it, but it also glinted in the eye-catching glow of gold.
    Below, her bottom entrance appeared painted with the same material. She was intimately decorated in wicked, fascinating gold.
    “None will doubt your mates’ care,” Helix stated proudly.
    Clair’s wide eyes shot to his face and then to Trel’s. Both males wore extremely satisfied expressions as they admired their work. Trel continued to manipulate her clit as they gazed at it. They then needed to do a lot more things that involved her newly decorated openings. All of which made Clair gasp or moan or scream.
    In the month it took to reach Brintex, her mates taught her how deeply she needed the submission they required. In those lessons, Clair found the hearts of her mates was a treasure she would perish to protect.

Chapter Six
    Two Earth months after acquiring Clair of Earth
     
                  Seated in what could be call a throne room, Clair thoughtfully watched her lovers deal with ruling several galaxies. It wasn’t what humans would expect, full of pomp and ceremony. No, it was raw, harsh and often physically taxing. The only thing she could think of that might give humans an idea was comparing it to ruling the entire western United States during the years it was referred to as the Wild West. Even ruling was not the correct word. The original Brintex planets, and there were six of them, offered protection to other worlds.
                  More a protection racket? Perhaps. Clair smiled at the comparison.
                  There were rules of course. Laws of a sort, but the Brintex had no desire to directly control so many cultures. What Brintex did better than any other known species was make war. It had apparently almost decimated the race. Finding an outlet for that aggressive brilliance was what her lovers’ distant forefathers had done.
                  The outcome was a thriving empire but not a kingdom.
                  The current issue being argued was Earth’s petition to become a Brintex protectorate. Predictably, it had taken a very short span of time for the blue planet to realize its naked condition in relation to the heavily armed, aggressive civilizations flocking to them.
    Her lovers arriving home with a mate was big news that spread fast. What shocked her most was the fact that Earth was a myth in the Brintex Empire. Showing up was sort of like being a unicorn. Stories varied about the fabled riches of the mythical planet called Earth, but now there was proof. Seeking Earth went from being a fool’s daydream to having every professional treasure hunter’s considerable resources focused on it.
    Earth’s assumption that other cultures would trade with them was idiotic. No one paid for what they could just take. Unprotected and an independent, they had no hope of defending themselves against the exploitation. The most valuable commodity was the human female.
                  Trel and Helix had tried to explain it to Earth’s United Nations government body but to no avail. Experience was the greatest teacher and the horror of spacecraft setting down in a town, collecting all the women and disappearing had quickly become reality.
                  Clair was in the room not as a representative of Earth, but because her lovers seldom let her out of their sight. When they first arrived on Brintex she had expected them to behave as human males would, going off to do the extremely important business and returning when they had time. Nothing could have been further from her reality.
                  When they left their