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her with his tongue as his mate gifted him with her essence and the sounds of her coming apart for him. Helix again stood across the desk, but this time his hands were on Clair. Grasping both breasts in kneading fists, he leaned down, his heavy cock resting on her shoulder.
    “Good girl, Clair. Show the Centurion what is his. What he commands. You want to please him, right?” Helix purred, plunging into the training of their mate.
    Trel couldn’t repress the primal snarl as he tasted her response to Helix’s hands and that flavor became a new drug. She showed him another shade of addictive as Helix grasped her nipples and twisted firmly. Helix’s demand that she speak her desires lit a fire in the little kitten. Or it was the fully erect cock beside her cheek as he amused himself with her breasts.
    “Respond, mate,” Helix commanded. “You wish to please the Centurions, correct?”
                  “Yes!” she wailed as he released sensitive points and firmly rubbed her breasts, his hips thrusting gently, moving the long, thick cock beside her face.
                  Trel reluctantly eased up on her channel to lick her surnim in a slow stroke, lowering her bottom to the desk as his gaze met Helix’s over her body. Forcing back the erotic haze, Trel acknowledged the reality of where the three of them were as he looked at his brother.
    “Mine first,” Trel growled in guttural tones. He could barely speak. Everything was magnified as if normal responses had been a pale shadow of what was possible.
    The three of them had entered an instinct-driven realm. The leader of the most vicious fighting force in the known universe and his brother, linked in the old way by a precious mate, presented a special danger that they needed to get under control.
    Trel searched his brother’s scent for some indication of violence and only found extreme sexual arousal. The clear gold eyes of the Centurion staring back at him were not out of control. In himself was an explosive sexual pleasure at her response to his brother. The magnification of his senses felt surreal and yet natural.
    Helix’s head was tilted down, he looked up at his brother through dark lashes, his smile a hard line as he nodded once. “This has to go the old way,” he declared softly, “but yours first.”
    In the distant past when Brintex Centurions were few and humanoid females even fewer, it had been a matter of species survival, brothers imprinting a female while she remained free to go to others if both males died. Imprinting was biology’s iron-clad guarantee that volatile, warring Centurions would not condemn the struggling Brintex race to extinction.
    Giving Clair what she needed was about to be a hell of a lot more intense than even he had imagined.
    “Protected with my blood,” Helix vowed.
    Trel straightened and swiftly stripped off his clothes. The shift in their status as mated Centurions added an unexpected dimension to his analysis of Helix’s attitude. Clair provided insight to his brother’s view of the universe that Trel hadn’t considered before. Helix’s high-risk aggression style abruptly became another level of deadly protection instead of cavalier disregard for safety. Clair changed everything, even how the brothers saw each other.
    Trel’s hands returned to her thighs on either side of his hips. Helix leaned over her head, his cock on her shoulder, pressing against her cheek as he fondled her breasts. There was nothing more erotic, more amazing than looking at Clair twisting between them. Nothing so compelling as scenting her excitement escalating as she was handled by two Centurions intent on her submission.
    Trel’s cock lay on her surnim , the tip marking her, and he gave her what they each craved.
    “Clair, what do you need?” Trel asked her in a low, rumbling growl. “Say the words clearly, kitten.”
    Looking down her trembling body into the black depths of Trel’s eyes, Clair didn’t even take a