Mated by Twilight (True Match)

Chapter 38

Sollit

It was apparently playtime, and Sollit’s blood burned as he watched Tillos slowly, subtly, maneuver their mate’s skirt up. The tablecloth meant that no one could see what he was doing, but Leah wasn’t very good at hiding her reactions. He chuckled, grinning at the strain on her face, as he offered her a bite of whatever creamy desert he had chosen – he didn’t know or really care. He was focused only on her and the little gasp she made when Tillos’ hand finally reached under her skirt and began to tease at her underwear.

“So pretty,” he whispered, his and Tillos’ heated desire building together as his brother teased her through the fabric.

“Isn’t she?” Tillos smirked, his expression completely calm. Like he wasn’t doing anything at all devious. He was a consummate actor.

But Sollit could feel the lie of it in their chests. His white hot desire for her matched Sollit’s. The delight at finding her wet for them and feeling the way she, ever so subtly, parted her legs to give him more room, was amplified by his excitement at watching her be teased. The hunger for her. The pleasure born from pleasuring her. All of it except for the actual physical feeling of her wet cunt squeezing his fingers as they moved in and out of her while he grinded her clit against his palm were Sollit’s to share.

But he got to just enjoy the sight of her like that. Watching her struggle not to show what Tillos was doing to her was a delight he got to savor as Tillos, expression neutral, sipped at his drink like nothing was happening.

“Here,” Sollit chuckled, taking Leah by the chin, turning her towards him so he could press his spoon against her parted lips.

The look she gave him was absolutely beautiful. Panting through lips puffy from biting them to keep from moaning out loud. Her eyes were glassy and unable to focus as her body shivered, hands tightening on her bunched up skirt.

“Pretty female,” Sollit praised, slipping the treat past her lips. She closed them, humming as he slowly pulled the spoon free. Using the moment of a sweet treat gracing her tongue to release one of her repressed moans.

Sollit had to let her go, lest he yank her off her chair and onto his lap right there. It would be great, he was certain. Performing for the crowd. Showing off the way they could make her sing for them as they marveled at how beautiful she was lost in her pleasure.

But Corvidair would be so angry if they disrupted the performances that way. And he didn’t know if Leah would be tolerant of such a thing right now.

Well, later, perhaps.

For now, it was more than stimulating watching her shake as she was pushed towards an orgasm right under the crowd’s noses. No one knew what they were doing, but…

“Naughty female,” Sollit whispered in her ear as Tillos increased the speed of his fingers. Sollit could hear how wet she was, even above the general din of the room. “Are you going to come against his hand right now? In front of all these people?”

She whimpered. He grunted. She had released her skirt with one hand and grabbed his thigh instead, squeezing it just as desperately as she had the fabric, unconcerned about any potential pain she might cause him.

But he loved the pressure. The desperation. He covered her hand with his and moved it, covering his painfully hard cock. Using her hand to stroke himself under his pants.

“And now you’re going to molest me?” He asked, growling as she whimpered, head lowering a bit, trying to hide her expression. “What a very bad female you are. Will you make me come right here as well? Is that your goal? To make me as naughty as you? Look at all those people. Who knows what they’re thinking of you right now?”

They weren’t looking their way. Most of them were focused on the cast member who was doing one of his comedy routines. Laughing, eating, having a great time. The lighting in the room also meant their table was a bit shadowed, keeping attention on the stage. No one was watching. But Leah didn’t know that.

And seeing her whimpering and trembling, holding onto them, was making him mad with yearning for her. He couldn’t do anything now, but the things he would do to her once they got her alone would more than make up for the strain of holding back now.

Sollit, generally, didn’t appreciate delayed gratification himself. He was more inclined to inflict it on other people. But it was worth it to see the way she fell apart under Tillos’ touch.

When she came, it was with a choked cry, biting her fist. He barely moved her hand from his cock in time, before she was strangling his hand in her pleasure.

“Such a pretty female,” he cooed as Tillos slid his fingers free. Leah watched as he licked them clean, smirking at her.

“You two…” She panted, shaking her head.

Sollit chuckled, kissing her head. “You’re so pretty when you come for us. I could watch you doing that all day.”

“No way,” she shook her head quickly. “You can’t do it again. Not ever again. It was… It was…”

“That good?” Tillos asked smugly.

She bit her lips but didn’t respond. Sollit had a feeling she liked it, but she didn’t want to admit as much.

Sollit smiled at her sweetly, changing the subject for the sake of her poor, overstimulated heart. “Have you decided on what play you want?”

“Really?” She sent him a look that made him laugh – incredulous, bordering on annoyed. “ That’s your first question right now?”