Page 39 of Mated By Twilight

“It was a prize,” Sollit smiled, kissing her knuckles. “She won a raffle. One day date experience with us. We took her to a fair, we played some games, we bought her dinner, then we took her home. That’s all that happened.”

“We never even touched her,” Tillos continued, coming around to press his lips against her temple. “I promise you,aevea, it wasstrictly a work thing. And it was a long time ago. We have given her nothing but politeness since.”

Leah nodded, biting her lips to keep them closed.

“You’re still upset?” Sollit frowned. “Do you not believe us?”

“I do,” she breathed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I know it’s not a woman’s role to question her… oh…”

She didn’t realize what she was saying until they were both giving her confused looks. Because that was her religious upbringing choking her again. That was one of the first things the women at the shelter had tried to un-teach her. She knew now that it was weird she would have just willingly gone along with marrying a man ten years her senior who already had two kids just because her father wanted it. She would even say now that she fully agreed that it was wrong. Looking back, she got chills when she realized how close she’d come to what was undoubtedly a miserable life of control and abuse at the hands of an older man.

But that wasn’t her life anymore. She’d been taught better than that.

“Itismy role and my right to question you about such things,” she muttered, sounding much more like a question than a statement.

But her males both smiled at her. Like they could sense her inner turmoil.

“It is,” Sollit said.

“And you always can,” Tillos finished.

Leah smiled. A real one this time. Relieved and uncertain. “I believe you. I’m sorry. I was just so jealous. But that’s stupid, right? You two don’t get jealous, why should I?”

“We don’t get jealous?” Sollit laughed.

“Wherever would you get that idea,aevea?” Tillos asked, cocking an amused brow.

“Well, I mean, come on,” she looked between them. At the way Sollit was still holding her hands, using them to caress his face and lips. At the way Tillos still had hold of her neck, leaning her against his shoulder as he nuzzled her head.

“What?” Tillos smirked. “You think because I share you with my brother that I am incapable of being jealous over you?”

Sollit snickered. “You think because we enjoy touching you together that we would ever tolerate another male putting his hands on you?”

“Let us banish those assumptions now,” Tillos growled in her ear, making her shiver.

Sollit’s hands tightened around her wrists, turning into manacles, as he pulled her arms over his shoulder, getting in close in a forced parody of an embrace. “No male shall ever touch you again. No male shall ever catch your eye again.”

“We will make certain of it.” Tillos hissed, pressing a hand against her lower belly, teasing her with pressure right over her womb that made her squirm in her chair. “If you find yourself lusting after another male, that just means we have to fuck you harder.”

“Claim you more,” Sollit grinned, fangs glinting in the light of the restaurant.

Public. They were in public, and they were talking like this. Leah’s heart was going to beat its way out of her ribcage as her face melted from the sheer power of her embarrassment.

But she didn’t ask them to stop. Her tongue was too fat. There was a thick knot in her throat. It was overwhelming her, but she couldn’t say she disliked it.

“And since there are two of us,” Sollit continued, smirking, “we can make certain that you always have at least one of us inside you.”

“Owning you.”

“Filling you.

“Making sure that you are too tired-”

“-too delirious-”

“-to eventhinkof another male.”

“You think we don’t get jealous,aevea?” Sollit’s grin was distinctly predatory.

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