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

now, much smaller than a normal Brintex, but there was no doubt the Brintex Empire had visited the blue planet long ago.
                  Currently her delectable spice was flavored with sexual embarrassment. She was not used to this. Trel chuffed in feigned disgust and dropped the report-pad to his desk.
                  Looking up slowly, he allowed heavy brows to draw down in a scowl. His eyes moved up her thighs, remained on her freshly denuded surnim for a long moment and then up her temptingly soft belly to regard heavy breasts. At thirty-five, Clair was not a slight female, she was rounded perfection and Trel had to give up on the superior snarl to keep from drooling like an idiot.
                  Patience, he reminded himself. She was presenting to his service. She needed and he would provide. It was his duty and there was no way in the three hells she was seeking what she needed from anyone else. He had known she would seek surrender someday. The trick had been making sure he was the one she turned to when she was ready. He was a good strategist, some said the best. They were right.
    There was much his little mate did not know about the Brintex as a race. Like the fact that he could sense her emotions as clearly as he could see the unusual gray-green of her eyes. Together, with the ability to read scent and hear even the slightest alteration in her heartbeat, his precious kitten had few real secrets from him. It was not even remotely an accident that he had arrived at her dwelling when he had last night.
    Transporting to her front room was something he did regularly but not often. She knew he considered her his responsibility though she often stated it was not necessary. He ignored those statements mostly because he was incapable of not taking care of his female. Bonus was she thought it was a secret that she adored his refusing to leave her alone entirely. Little mate needed time to grieve, to move on from the loss of her man. Trel had no problem giving her that but he certainly wasn’t doing it from a distance.
    Arriving late last night the moment she screamed his name gave him the right to enter her sleeping chamber and find his mate doing exactly what he had known she was. It was too late for his shy little Clair to hide what she had done and who she dreamed of while she did it. The memory of the next few moments in their relationship would warm his heart for the rest of his life.
     
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    Last night 11:35 p.m., Earth
     
    Clair’s eyes blinked open in shock. How she knew there was something to be shocked about was unclear. It wasn’t a sound that penetrated her brain. It was something a heck of a lot more basic but there was no time to analyze. He towered at the foot of her bed, gazing down at her. Noble features highlighted with deep shadows as the nightlight painted him with feeble illumination.
    “Oh, my God,” Clair heard herself breathe as the shock of his presence in her bedroom thundered through the sexual haze and killed it. At least that should have happened. Really, seriously, should have been a huge downer to find the object of her secret crush standing at the foot of her bed looking down at her. She was lying on top of the covers, knees cocked wide, holding the freaking dildo in her pussy, other hand working her clit. Was there a more exposed, vulnerable position? No. So lying there staring up at him was probably wrong and um, well, wrong.
    Then she panicked, as anyone would, but all she got to was the deep breath to prepare for the flight part of the fight-or-flight response before he pounced. Not leapt, not jumped, no, Trel pounced. The fluid power of his movement meant Clair suddenly found herself beneath a whole lot of heavy male. One of his hands had both of her wrists over her head. The other male hand grasped the end of her dildo still lodged in her body. His large frame suspended just above her body on knees and elbows would not allow her legs to close