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

and they were now nose to nose.
    “Oh, my God,” Clair repeated. Not that she was actually in control of her responses, verbal or physical. “What are you doing?” was the next thing out of her mouth. Not, Get off me . Or, Get it out . Or even, No . Any of which would have been the more reasonable response.
    At her words, his head tipped to the side slightly as if he was listening to something else. Male fingers holding the dildo in her pussy moved and a thick thumb straightened, rasped across her clit, but he didn’t answer her verbally.
    “Trel?” Clair squeaked.
    “Yes,” he stated softly, his thumb firmly circling her clit.
    “What are you doing?” she asked again because it seemed like an important question.
    “I am taking what is mine.” His eyes never leaving hers, he slowly pulled the dildo from her body and tossed it off the bed. “This,” a thick forefinger pushed into her channel to his first knuckle, “is my wetness. Is it not?”
    Clair’s gasp was not the response he required. She knew this because his hand at her wrists tightened slightly and pulled her arms straighter above her head, reminding her that she was restrained. The finger in her body pushed in deeper as he continued. “Do not attempt a lie, little one. My name was on your lips as that thing took your body. I am not pleased that my wetness was given to another.”
    “I…ugh. What?” Clair tried to get a thought out, but the fingers at her already over-sensitive pussy were not allowing her time to think.
    “Mine, Clair. Your words revealed this is mine and I will not tolerate another taking it.” He went on in a low growling tone.
    His finger pulled out of her body, his large hand flattened to cup her intimately. Firmly holding her as her entire body began to tremble. Shock was getting a grip on her wildly inappropriate response to him. At last.
    Clair squeezed her eyes closed.
    “Look at me, Clair,” he commanded firmly.
    His hands holding her, both intimate and restraining, totally short-circuited her brain. This amazing male, the object of what she had first told herself was just curiosity but later had to admit had always been sexual fascination, held her in his control. Overwhelming responses were crashing through her. Secret desires realized were dangerous things. They came with razor edges and no safety margins. Now he wanted to take away her one hiding place, the one behind her eyelids.
    Clair found that she couldn’t refuse. Did he know she craved sexual submission? Know that coupling a command with his control of her body was the number-one erotic trigger for her? How could he? No one knew.
    She looked up into the dark eyes regarding her.
    “You will respond to the question,” Trel informed her. “Is this my wetness?” His hand flexed over her pussy.
    “Yes,” Clair whispered.
    “Was that thing you used provided by me?” he continued.
    “No, but…”
    “Then you gave my wetness to another,” he stated softly.
    “I…I don’t understand.” Clair blinked rapidly, trying to get a grip on unexplainable tears. As if she were guilty of something, emotions were rioting out of all proportion.
    She could feel his chest vibrate. The sound that emerged was very close to a growl but she couldn’t concentrate on that as he proceeded to explain.
    “Brintex males are possessive and dominant, Clair. You know this about our culture, right?” He paused as she nodded. “You also know we can scent a lie. We covered that when you refused help that you actually needed. I explained we respond extremely negatively to deceit. Do you remember that?” Clair nodded again. “So you will respond honestly to the next question, Clair. Do you understand?” She nodded again.
    In the back of her mind the desperate voice of reason was whispering, He is using questions you have to agree with, Clair. It’s an old trick to get a person used to giving positive responses. Whatever comes next is the zinger and you’ll be trapped into