Page 25 of Mated By Twilight

“You think I can’t tell? These eyes miss nothing,” he said, gesturing to the three eyes on his face. “No one can hide who they are when they dress. And the harder they try, the more obvious they become. You want to have a presence? Come back to me. I’ll have something for you.”

Leah very nearly told him that she wanted nothing from him. That she certainly wasn’t going to be coming back. But before she had the chance, the door to the changing room opened and Sollit and Tillos walked out.

Any thoughts and protests flew from her mind when she saw them. Her mouth dropped as they strutted back into the room.

Tillos was wearing armor – obviously not real, meant for decoration, not combat. But she didn’t care. Shiny silver armor plates highlighted the muscles of his chest with golden filigree decoration along his flanks. One arm, from shoulder to knuckles, was covered in heavy armor, while the other arm had a beautifully patterned long sleeve in gold and yellow. White leggings tucked into armored boots. A sword was strapped to one hip. His long, white hair had been pulled back into a single, thick plait with golden bands interspersed randomly along the strands. Attached to his tail was a shiny, chrome finish silver blade alongside a single, golden feather.

Sollit wore a robe in brilliant, vibrant blue with white and gold embroidery in leaf-like designs along the bottom hem that separated with each step. He wore strappy sandals on his feet, and a golden chatelaine dangling from his robe belt. One arm was bare, as that half of the robe had been dropped, but the other was covered in a long, billowing sleeve. His chest wasn’t fully bare, however, as it was wrapped in bandages like he had been wounded. His hair was unbound and straightened from it’s usual, light wave. His tail had golden rings around its tip witha dark blue gemstone hanging from them that flashed as he walked.

They were both gorgeous. They didn’t look real. Instead, it seemed to her that she was watching master cosplayers strutting on a perfectly edited video.

The domini male was already moving around them, pinning some things in place, loosening others, fixing them up as he mumbled under his breath.

“Shorvi, were you being rude to our mate?” Tillos asked, his voice dangerously soft.

“Bah,” the domini male, Shorvi, scoffed. “I was giving her much needed advice.”

“Shorvi,” Sollit smiled, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. “Leah is not here to please you. I would ask that you not speak to her rudely again.”

Shorvi sent him a look, but he didn’t give him any backtalk. He just kept moving around them, adding some make up, some accessories, fixing them up until they somehow lookedbetter.

Leah almost forgot how unpleasant the little domini male was, she was so entranced by the two as they looked at her. Approval and an unmistakable male pride shined in their smirking eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to fault them for it.

Especially when they approached her, even the graceful way they moved seemed hypnotically perfect and unworldly.

“Leah?” Sollit leaned towards her from one side, putting a hand on her hip. “If you would indulge us for a moment?”

“Huh?”

“We have a question for you,” Tillos continued, holding her other hip, lacing his fingers through hers and bringing her hand up to kiss the side of her palm. “If you would be so kind.”

Her head darted back and forth between them as they got closer. Crowding her in a way that somehow wasn’t overwhelming. At least, not how it had been when she first met them. She found herself craving this warmth and closeness. She almost didn’t even hear their words.

“Can you tell us,” Sollit whispered in one ear.

“Which of us is which?” Tillos finished, whispering in the other.

She shivered. Way too much stimulation. There were women thatwantedthis? To feel like she was surrounded. Like she couldn’t think. Like her heart was going to burst through her chest. It was too much, but she also didn’t really want it to end. Like a rollercoaster, ripping through the tracks. She couldn’t catch her breath, but she wasn’t really concerned about breathing.

“Leah?” They whispered at the same time, and she had to bite her lips to avoid making an embarrassing sound. They were still in public, for crying out loud!

“Erm…” She forced herself to focus back on their faces and not her reaction to them. “I don’t… understand the question?”

“You don’t know?” Sollit cocked his head.

“You can’t tell?” Tillos cocked his head.

“What? No, of course I can,” she frowned. “You’re Tillos. You’re Sollit. I just don’t understand why you’re asking me…”

“How do you know?”

“Did you guess?”

“No, I know.” Her eyes darted between them, even more confused. “Youare Tillos.Youare Sollit. I’m not wrong.”

They both smiled. The same, identical smile. Though she didn’t know why. She couldn’t point to a single difference between them, except their outfits, but somehow, they were still distinctive. That was just so obviously Tillos’ smile, and that was just so obviously Sollit’s. She didn’t even have to think about it.

“You can tell,” Tillos said, and it wasn’t even a question. He just sounded so pleased.