Bound by Love

3. Mine!

The remaining hour of their flight passed quickly as they spent their time in pleasure. The three men were so engrossed in bringing Wren to her peak, over and over again, enraptured with every breathless cry, sensual moan and the newly developed animal like growl that they hadn't realized they had landed until they heard the startled gasp of the new, and soon to be former, member of their flight crew.

At the sound Gray, Van and Ian quickly stood in front of Wren blocking her bare form from the intruder's sight. Gray's eyes glowed red as he hissed in anger. Ian growled, his hands shifting to claws and a line of fur forming up his back as he fought back the urge to shift fully. Van's wings spread out to their full size, making sure that not even Wren's toe could be seen.

Ian's voice is rough and guttural, evidence that his wolf is close to the surface. "You were told to stay clear of this room until we told you otherwise!"

Wren placed a hand on his back, running her fingers gently over the soft fur, calming him in a way that only she can. That hand soon tightened in a furious grip at the sound of the newcomer's feminine voice. "I-I'm so sorry sirs. We have landed and thought you would want to know."

Wren let out a curious mix of a hiss and growl as she tries to move her mates to the side. Her fangs poke out painfully from her gums and claws start to grow from her fingers as her wings unfurl, barely hidden by the quick shifting of Van's much larger wings. "Mine!" Wren cries out in a possessive tone. "Mine!" She repeats, unable to get the rest of the words that are burning the tip of her tongue to form with her elongated fangs and the uncomfortable feeling of her body trying to shift to a wolf's for the first time. But, her mates can hear her loud thoughts clearly.

Wren – 'They are mine! She cannot have them. She should not see what is mine. How dare she stand there, looking at MY mates. I should tear her limb from limb. Gouge out her eyes! Mine!'

"Get out!" Van roars mightily as Gray uses his telekinesis to shove her back and slam the door shut. He then rips one of the large chairs from its bolts and places it in front of the door, blocking any others from being able to enter.

They turn to Wren, her form trembling with rage and her eyes gleaming with swirls of red, silver and gold. She looks up at them and starts to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She flings herself into Ian's arms as she murmurs her apology over and over again.

Ian cradles her close, running his hand gently over her head as Gray and Van each caress her back, wings and thigh. "Hush now, Little Bird. Don't cry. Ou don't need to apologize."

She leans back with a sniffle and a nod, "Yes I do. I wanted to do horrible things to her. I know it was just a mistake, but I wanted to hurt her for seeing you guys n-naked." She blushes.

Gray turns her face with a long finger to her warm, rosy cheek. "My Heart, do not fret. It will take some time before you will be able to control your urges but we will help you. In any case it wasn't your fault. We told all of the staff not to enter until we gave permission. They know that are demands are not to be taken lightly. She was the one at fault. She will no longer be in our employ."

Van kisses the soft, tender flesh of her back between her two fluttering wings. "Angel, we understand your anger at someone seeing us as we are now, that is the very reason we hid you from view. It matters not, male or female, if she had seen what is ours, if anyone would see your beautiful body besides ourselves, we would not have been able to control our anger." He trails his kisses up her neck and over to her ear. "Please know, that no matter who sees us, or what they may try to do to gain our attention, we will never want another. Only you. Forever and always. We are yours and you are ours."

Ian kisses her softly, nipping gently at her lower lip until she opens for his tongue. "They speak the truth. Try and calm yourself sweet girl. It is best if your first shift is in the woods, better still during the full moon, it makes it less painful. If you do not calm your wolf may push through before you're ready. I wish to save you from any pain, so please calm. Breathe in our sent, listen to our hearts that beat only for you."

Wren settles in their arms. Taking in deep breaths she can now smell the subtler scents of her other mates as well. There is the rich earthy scent of woods and rain coming from Ian. A sweet spice like scent coming from Van, like cinnamon and sugar mixed with a fresh spring day. And Gray carries the aroma of Christmas, fresh clean snow, with pine trees and a hint of incense, frankincense and myrrh. Crisp, clear and yet exotic.

Her heightened hearing listens for their heartbeats and her breath catches. Now, not only is Gray's heart in sync with her own but so are the others. If not for the fact that she can see all three of them before her, and very much alive, she would thing there only one heartbeat in the room.

With her ears filled with the gentle lub-dub of their hearts, the heavenly scent of all of them filling her nose and the sweet caresses and soothing murmurs of love from her mates, she gradually calms. With their coaching her claws retract back into her fingers, a pulsing ache the only reminder that they had been there at all. Then Van reminds her to visualize her wings back into her body and invisible to all. Last, Gray directs her in much the same way, to imagine her fangs going up into her gums.

Once she is back to her very human looking self, the three men easily and with much care help her to dress. Gray makes sure that her bra fits, just so, spending much effort on making sure that her breasts are fully in the cups and as comfortable as they can be. Also checking to make sure the lace won't chafe her delicate nipples, and upon finding them at a hardened peak, he obviously needed to sooth them with his mouth and tongue. On Ian's part he is very conscientious in making sure that the matching red lace thong is perfectly in place. Running his fingers over the edges, smoothing it over her mound and adjusting the string over and over again. Through it all Van is overseeing the whole production, lending a 'helping hand' as he deems necessary.

What would have taken Wren 5 minutes to put n place took them nearly 45 minutes and an orgasm from Wren to complete. Once they were satisfied that she was ready they each pulled on their clothes with little ado and then led her out to the waiting limo. After a short 15 minute drive they were at last on their boat and alone. No one to interrupt, no one to stress their mate, and no one to see their miraculous treasure learn the ways of their kind.