Bound by Spirit - Completed

39. They are Mine

WREN'S POV

I was so excited for this day. I was finally going to be done with school and away from all the poking and prodding of Dr. Williams. It was still hard for me to process that it was all a lie. I had kept quiet about all the pain I had went through, thinking that it was for my Stan. Finding out that I went through it all for the doctor's amusement and possible financial gain makes my stomach turn.

Thankfully these three amazing men, my mates, have come into my life and have saved me. I keep having to pinch myself, sure that it all must be a dream but it isn't. They are really here and they really love me. I've taken all of this supernatural stuff in stride, while it does put me in awe for some reason it all seems right, as if everything makes more sense. I remember as a child I always believed fairy tales to be true and now, in a way, it has been confirmed. I have so many questions that I want to ask them but I don't want to overwhelm them with all my thoughts. I decided that I will just ask as the topics come up, or if they provide me with an opening. I'm truly content to learn as we go as long as they are near me. Their presence comforts me at the same time that it excites me. I feel such a jumble of emotions when we are together, thoughts and experiences that I've never had feel so natural, real and good with them. I know that society at large would find our relationship wrong, immoral and/or disgusting but I can't find one sliver of shame in my person. I was made for them and they for me so how can it be wrong?

We are in the Hummer on our way to the next town. They each flipped a coin and whichever two had a matching side, heads or tails, got to sit in the back with me while the other drove first. Ian lost and seemed so upset. I hugged him tightly and kissed his neck until he seemed happy again. As he got in he called out that this meant that he gets to sit with me at lunch and dinner. I felt safe and warm surrounded by my men. Ian sat up front, insisting that I put my legs up on the center arm rest so that he could touch me too. I blushingly complied and his warm right hand caressed my calf whenever he wasn't using it to shift gears. Van sat to my left, our thighs touching. He held my hand in his resting them both on his muscular leg, ever so close to the prominent bulge straining the fabric of his well-worn jeans. Gray was on my left, one arm resting on the seat back behind me as his fingers trailed gently through my hair. The fingers of his right hand were drawing shapes and lines up and down my thigh, each pass getting closer and closer to my core causing me to clench in need.

I felt another rush of contradictory feelings. There was a heat, a sexual tension, in the air but I felt so comfortable at the same time. I felt eager for more yet content with what I had. A little nervous about the steps of a mating and yet so safe and sure in what is to come, because it is with them.

Gray breaks the silence, "Do you have any questions or concerns, my Heart?"

It was hard to think with their touches distracting me. "Uh, w-will your bite turn me into a Vampire, or a werewolf?"

"No, love. If you would choose to we can go through the process of changing you to one or the other but it isn't necessary. The joining will extend your lifespan to the same as ours but you will still be more fragile as a human so we are certainly willing to change you if you want it. We are willing to do anything to keep you safe."

I nod, "I'll think about it. I don't want you guys having to worry about me, but I'm not sure. Um, can I ask you about some of the myths, whether they are fact or fiction?" At their assurance I began.

"So obviously the part about only shifting during a full moon for werewolves and the sun burning vampires is false since I have seen otherwise. And the Italian restaurant didn't seem to bother you so I'm guessing Garlic is another myth?" Gray nods with an amused smile on his face. "Okay, so how about Holy Water?"