Page 28 of Mated By Twilight

“Playing with our makeup?” Sollit asked, taking her hand and observing the marks she’d made all over her arm and the back of her hand.

“I wished you would have waited for us,” Tillos frowned, grabbing a wipe from his vanity. “We don’t know if you might have a reaction to anything in those pigments.

She watched as Sollit held up and turned her arm for Tillos to clean. She had no idea what cleaner that was, but it completely removed everything with a single swipe and left behind a rather nice, sweet fragrance that was subtle but pleasant.

She didn’t even have to put in any effort. Sollit and Tillos did it all for her. They just took care of her. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to treat her that way. With absolute devotion and care. And, honestly, that was probably just as baffling as the two of them wanting to share her.

But she let it happen, rather entranced by the way they moved. When they finished and her skin was sparkly clean, Sollit kissed her palm and Tillos kissed the soft skin of her forearm. Their lips were rougher than she expected, but not unpleasant. Where they touched, her skin tingled. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, it stole her breath away.

“Erm…”

The sound escaped her mouth before she gave it permission to do so. Both of their eyes snapped up to hers, though their heads didn’t lift from her arm.

“I was thinking… erm… Can we try a, er… a kiss?” Her voice shook as she made the suggestion, but she didn’t want to take it back.

“A kiss?” Tillos asked as a grin stretched across Sollit’s face. “Is that what you wish from us,aevea?”

“Mm-hm,” she muttered so softly, she might not have spoken at all. Even just asking for that much was making her heart race painfully in her chest. “I just… I just want to try. To see. Erm, how is that going to… I mean, how do we decide who…”

Sollit chuckled, sliding in close to her side. He put his arm around her waist, using his other hand to tilt her head up towards him.

“Don’t think so hard,aevea,” he told her as Tillos kissed his way up her arm until he was standing on her other side, his arm wrapping around her belly so they were both holding her. “I’ll claim our first kiss.”

“I’ll claim our last,” Tillos whispered in her ear.

“I’ll introduce you to us.”

“I’ll get you comfortable.”

They were whispering back and forth. Driving her crazy with the sheer stimulation of having two males on either side of her, each trying and succeeding in claiming her attention one at a time. How could she be nervous about the way Tillos was stroking along her lower belly when Sollit was rubbing his nose along hers? How could she freak out about Sollit getting close to herlips when Tillos was stroking his lips down her earlobe, making her shiver?

Whenever her fears and concerns threatened to rise, one of them would touch her, distract her, and focus her back on them instead.

“But you should know,aevea,” Sollit said reverently. “There is no distinction.”

“You kiss him, you kiss me,” Tillos pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Sollit and I are individuals, but we are also one being. There is no separating us. I will feel his desire as my own, as he will feel my pleasure as his.”

“Don’t think of who you’re kissing first,” Sollit took her chin and tilted her head back. “It’s both of us. We adore you equally. So be as free with us.”

Both of them. They were both hers.

Tillos held her from one side. He kissed the back of her head. Sollit held her from the other, and it was his kiss that claimed her first.

His lips were stiffer than her own and smooth from the scales. Her own lips, soft and fleshy, molded against him as they moved together. He was slow, but thorough, kissing her like they had all the time in the world to get used to each other. His lips were warm, and the scent of him, so close, was spicy sweet, like cinnamon vanilla ice cream.

She reached up, the tips of her fingers brushing against his cheeks. The texture of his scales was so fascinating. She just wanted to run her hands all over them. They were soft, but the lines between each individual scale was still distinct.

The kiss was over too soon. Sollit pulled back, smiling between her hands, teal blue eyes twinkling merrily.

Before she had a chance for any thoughts to enter her head, Tillos was reaching around. He took her cheek and turned her head, facing her towards him. She released Sollit, reaching for him instead. One of her hands went around Tillos’ neck, the other resting on his shoulder, as he claimed his turn on her lips.

It wasn’t the same as kissing Sollit. Tillos applied more pressure, took more control. He wasn’t as soft or slow, allowing her the time she needed to explore and get used to this new sensation. But his control meant she didn’t have to react – he was doing what he wanted. Taking her lips, claiming the kiss, as he desired.

He was spicy too – but hot and intoxicating, like spiced rum. It made her shiver.

When Sollit pressed his lips against her shoulder, she jumped. But Tillos grabbed the back of her head, keeping her focused on him as Sollit nuzzled and nipped at her neck.

She shivered, one hand reaching back for Sollit, the other staying around Tillos’ neck. And that somehow felt exactly right. Like she was meant to be right here. Savoring the warmth of them both pressing in on either side of her. Four separate hands stroking her. Two mouths kissing her. Two bodies covering her.