Mated by Twilight (True Match)

Chapter 24

Leah

Leah couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a good time.

The play and the meeting with the audience afterwards was great on their own. But then Sollit and Tillos did that impromptu introduction, like she was some kind of big star that had done more than lay there for a few hours. She felt important and beloved.

But then, afterwards, she changed out of her dress and into comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt, and the entire cast and crew had a party. She thought it was to celebrate opening night of the new play, but it turned out they were celebrating her.

Corvidair insisted that newcomers were properly congratulated after their first performance. And even though all Leah had done was resist falling asleep in case she roll over, this was still her first performance with the troupe, and she was owed her due.

There was good food and sweet drinks and all her new friends gathering around asking how she liked being on stage.

And of course, Sollit and Tillos were there with her every step of the way. With how they told it, her part had never been so expertly depicted in the entire history of Holotulle. Which she found out was about five thousand years, so she thought that was rather impossible. And also a bit over dramatic, considering she hadn’t moved the entire play. But she also didn’t want to interrupt as they insisted she was born to perform because it was just so nice to have unflagging, relentless support.

It was sweet. And maybe she wasn’t on par with A-list Hollywood actresses, but she really loved doing this. She was kind of looking forward to doing more.

Maybe that meant her trauma induced stage fright was fading away. She’d be happy to keep that buried as a repressed memory.

It was kind of strange. She hadn’t been in space with the twins long, but it was already starting to feel like her life on Earth was nothing but a distant dream. Unreal and a bit fake. Like she’d just woken up back into the real world and finally started living the way she was meant to.

The party was so much fun, more comfortable than formal, she didn’t ever want to leave. She was one of the last to say goodbye to the stragglers. She tried to help clean up, but the others insisted she go. The party was in her honor, she couldn’t be the one cleaning.

Tillos and Sollit hadn’t complained once about how long they stayed. And when it was time for them to stumble back to their room, the three of them were falling over each other, laughing and talking about their favorite parts of the play. Leah found it funny just how focused on her they had been the whole time when the two of them carried the entire show.

“You see me swing a sword once, you’ve seen it a hundred times,” Tillos scoffed. “And Sollit gets death scenes all the time. That’s not new.”

“Yeah,” Leah laughed. “Maybe, but I’ve slept before. No one has ever found that fascinating.”

“Lies,” Sollit scoffed, sweeping his arm around her waist and yanking her up against his chest, not even breaking his stride. “I’ve watched you sleep, and I can guarantee you that it never gets old.”

“I would agree,” Tillos added, unlocking their door. “Making you outvoted.”

“Indeed,” Sollit nodded along seriously. “You sleeping is far more interesting than sword fights and death monologues. It’s been agreed on by committee.”

Leah laughed, her legs curled up in the air as she hung onto Sollit’s shoulders. “You two are just being silly now.”

“No. We’re being obsessed,” Sollit grinned.

“But that’s not new either,” Tillos said from behind her. She felt his hands on her ankles, pulling off her shoes and tossing them away.

Leah was a ragdoll between them as Sollit handed her over to his brother. He cradled her in his arms like he was a chair – her back against his chest, his hands on her thighs, holding her up, giving Sollit access to her.

He put his hands on her waist, scrunching up her shirt in his hands. She only realized his intentions when she felt the air touching her belly. Her heart immediately jumped into her throat as her belly clenched almost painfully. The combination of yearning and desire with embarrassment and shyness twisting and writhing inside her making it so hard to think.

Sollit paused, watching her face as he waited. For permission, she realized. He wasn’t going to undress her if she didn’t wish it.

It was so incredibly nice and thoughtful. Her father always taught her that her husband would come to her with his desires, and she was supposed to give him whatever he needed. That was her job as a woman and wife.

The women at the shelter would tell her that men often did that, and she could surrender if she wanted an easy life, or she could deny him if she wanted to fight. Either way, she ran the risk of being unhappy with her choice.

Both of them spoke of a man’s desire like it was this living, breathing, practically uncontrollable thing. They really only disagreed on the way to deal with it.

But Tillos and Sollit, though they made no secret of their desire for her, were always so respectful about making sure it was welcomed. Even now, as she hesitated, Sollit began to release her shirt, letting it fall back into place. Not a hint of censure or irritation on his face. Only acceptance and a twinkle in his eye, like he was still enjoying the courting process.

Maybe that’s why she was able to get the courage to cover his hands with her own. Though they were shaking, they were sure as she lifted his back up. The barest hint of movement, but it was all the encouragement he needed to pull her shirt all the way off. The sports bra she had underneath was hardly sexy, but the appreciation that darkened Sollit’s gaze at the sight made her feel like she was draped in lace and silk.

Tillos’ hands tightened on her thighs, his breath hot on her neck, as Sollit reached for the cotton bra next. She leaned forward. Not enough to upset Tillos’ balance, but just enough that Sollit could grab the bra and, with a tug, pull that up and over her head as well.

Then, she was exposed. For the first time in her life, she felt a man’s hungry gaze on her tits as they bounced back down into place, and it was as thrilling as it was embarrassing.

“Pretty little female,” Tillos whispered in her ear. “Look how brave you are for us.”

“So sweet and beautiful,” Sollit agreed, reaching for her.

He took her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight. Squeezing them. Thumb flicking over the peak of her rapidly hardening nipples almost experimentally. Like he was figuring out what they even were and how they worked.

She was panting. Like she had run a marathon. Her heart was racing. Her face burned. But she liked the way it felt to have him palming her breasts. The little jolts of electric pleasure from his rough fingers made her shiver. Leaning back against Tillos, her arm reaching up to wrap around his neck, the other clinging to his forearm, as he offered her to Sollit made her feel like a gift.

That spot between her legs was aching. She wanted to clench her thighs and spread them at the same time. She wanted to touch herself there. She needed some kind of pressure . The lack of it was driving her nuts.

Sollit leaned down. Her breath caught and her eyes widened. Her brain was short circuiting. She knew what was about to happen, he moved slowly, giving her time to protest if she wished, but she was still somehow surprised when his mouth closed over one of her nipples and sucked .

The whimpering sound that fell from her lips only embarrassed her further. But she liked it. The heat, the wetness, the way his tongue moved against the sensitive flesh. All the while, he kept his eyes on her, watching her reaction as he enjoyed himself with a deep hum.

“You’re so lovely,” Tillos whispered in her ear. “Bare before us. Letting us pleasure you.”

“Beautiful,” Sollit agreed, switching nipples. Leaving the other hard and aching and wet. The air was so cold, making her shiver, but she liked it.

She liked them. Their touch. How wonderful they were to her. How sweet. Growing up, she’d sometimes overheard the way her father took her mother. It never sounded pleasurable. There were days she could swear she heard her mother crying afterwards. She’d just hide in her room whenever those horrible sounds arose. The women at the shelter seemed to have similar stories. It seemed to Leah sometimes that sex was something to be tolerated at best. Or if you did receive pleasure, it was just the comforting touch of the one you loved. And that made sense because hadn’t her mother said that a woman’s pleasure was a man’s?

It wasn’t normal to have males like this, right? For her body to react like this. To be cradled and warm and feeling so wonderfully safe. All the while, the way they touched her was building an unfamiliar fire in her belly that was uncomfortable but not really unwelcome.

That couldn’t be right. That couldn’t be normal. Maybe something was wrong with her. Maybe it was some alien thing they were doing to her – like their purr.

Oh. Maybe this was why their mother looked the way she did.

Did pleasure do that to a female?

The fleeting thought was whisked away when Tillos moved, walking her backwards, breaking Sollit’s connection to her. Both her nipples were wet and cold now, her breasts feeling so much heavier. Was it because she was so acutely aware of how they yearned for more touch, or because she had already grown accustomed to having them in his hands?

She didn’t know. She just knew that she wanted more.

“Please…” She begged softly, reaching for Sollit. Missing him.

Tillos chuckled behind her. “Patience, aevea . We’ll take care of you.”

Right. Of course, they would.