Bound by Love

6. Ellathor Agape Vespire Solonger

Wren lay back, panting on the bed. Her lips are curled up in a satisfied smile. On her left Gray reclined with one hand skimming cool fingers across her heated belly, tracing shapes and swirls across the soft skin. His lips are lightly kissing his mark upon her neck, sometimes blowing a tickling breath across her flesh and smiling when the vines wrapping around her shudder in the 'breeze', matching the delicious shiver that skates across Wren's skin.

Ian lays between her legs, his head resting on her thigh and a hand on the other still holding her open from his earlier ministrations. He had just finished 'healing' her soreness with his tongue. Delving deep into her folds, missing no part of her tender pussy, he brought her to the brink several times before fulfilling her desperate cries and bringing her over the edge. Now he is letting her rest as he takes in her delicious scent.

Van has a joyful glint in his eyes as they follow his index finger as it traces the old world looking letters that make up the base of his mark. Wren closes her eyes for just a moment, relishing the gentle and tender touches of her mates. She turns her head and places a sweet kiss on Gray's forehead as with one hand she caresses Ian's hair, running her fingers through his soft curls. Her other hand raises and she places her palm over Van's heart.

Turning her eyes towards him she mimics his movements, following the loops and swirls that make up the words that are now etched on their skin. "Ellathor Agape Vespire Solonger" Wren shivers as Van's deep voice rumbles out those otherworldly words.

She traces the words as she repeats them as best she can. She smiles as he has a visible reaction, his eyes close, goosebumps prickle his skin and he moans. She giggles in the joy of knowing that she too can affect them as strongly as they do her and at the happy sound his eyelids snap open. She gasps at the emotion filling his gaze. Happiness, joy, peace, lust, desire and love. So much love.

Her voice is a husky whisper, "What does it mean? What language is it?"

Van captures her lips in a soft kiss. After several long moments he pulls back just enough to answer, his lips brushing against hers and his breath hot against the pleasure swollen flesh. "It is the language of the Angels' dating back to before the beginning of life on earth. Some of it is hard to translate into just one word, they mean so much more, but I will do my best. 'Ellathor' means Eternal, much more than forever. From the beginning of time and never ending after. 'Agape' means love. Pure love from one soul to another. 'Vespire' is a little harder. It roughly means completed, but it is so much more than that. It is a fulfillment beyond words. It is whenever everything is perfect. No sorrow only joy, no hunger, no thirst, no yearning. Everything is as it should be. 'Solonger' is another word that is not in any language of man. There is your body, your mind, your heart, your soul but not really a word that incorporates the entirety. That is what Solonger is, your everything." He punctuated his speech with a passionate kiss.

Backing up to allow Wren a gasping breath Van cradled her cheek in one hand while the other is over her fast beating heart. "So in a shortened and watered down version, it means 'Eternal Love, Completed Spirit.' But that truly doesn't describe the depths of all it means."

Wren can see the truth burning in his eyes, just as she feels it in her heart. They complete her in ways that she never knew were broken. Just as she fulfills them. She can feel moisture gathering in her eyes and her vision becomes slightly blurry. "I love you." Her voice is a husky whisper.

"I love you too." The three men say in harmony.

She gets up on her elbows, kissing them each in turn when a loud rumble breaks through the silence. Wren blushes with downturned eyes as she places her hands over her grumbling stomach. The three men smile teasingly but there is concern in their eyes as well. Gray kisses the tip of her nose before standing, "Let's get something to eat Love."

Ian gets up off the end of the massive bed and grabs her by the ankles. Pulling, he slides her across the silk sheets then picks her up over his shoulder. Wren's face reddens even more, partly from her head hanging upside down but mostly due to the interesting view she has of Ian's taut buttocks. She feels an overwhelming urge to do something out of character...

"Ow!" Ian calls out in jest. "What was that Little Bird?"

Wren brings both hands up to her face to cover her embarrassment. "Oh my God, oh my God. I can't believe I did that." She mumbles from behind her hands. Moving them away she speaks more clearly but still with a quiet disbelief at her actions. "I'm sorry Ian. I'm so, so sorry. I-I just couldn''t seem to help it... I mean there is no excuse... I ... I don't know what came over me. It was just there and I wanted... please forgive me?"

Ian turns his head towards Wren, as she is still draped over his shoulder, and gently bites down on one plump ass cheek. Wren lets out a growl like moan and Ian kisses the slightly red mark on her ivory flesh. "Now we're even Little Bird. Though I have to tell you, no need for apologies I quite enjoyed it."

Van and Ian insisted that Wren stay seated while they made a large brunch. Gray wanted to help but the other two blocked his way, "No, no, no!" Ian yelled and Van joined in, "We want it to be edible. We can't go getting our sweet little mate sick now can we."

Wren could sense that Gray was upset. Knowing them as well as she already does, she realized that what was making him feel this way was not the fact that he has no cooking skills whatsoever. It was more that he is not able to contribute towards this aspect of taking care of his mate. Looking at him with loving eyes her heart warmed and beat a little faster.

"Gray," She called out softly. He turned towards her, eyes slightly sad. "Would you keep me company please?" she pats the sofa and his eyes lighten as he comes over faster than she can blink. He lifts her, placing her in his lap and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.

She sighs softly and relaxes into his arms, her own going around his neck. She rests her head against his shoulder and takes in the winter and spice smell of him. She starts to squirm in his hold. Her fangs are poking through her gums and she feels uncomfortable in her own skin. "Gray, Gray." She murmurs helplessly.

He gently runs his hand through her hair making a hushing noise. "Shh, it's all right Love. It's just the thirst. Here......" he quickly uses his own fangs to cut his wrist and brings it to her lips, "Drink Wren. That's it. Drink, my Heart."

Wren holds his hand and arm close to her as her mouth sucks at the sweet taste of his blood. Her eyes flutter closed as the rolling feeling in her tummy settles and her gums stop aching. After a couple of minutes, she releases her lips from his wrist. Her pink tongue swipes at the drop of blood that was sliding down his arm before it could escape.

Gray kisses her temple before whispering in her ear, "All right Love. Now run your tongue across the length of the cut. That will seal it up quickly."

She follows his instruction and his skin knits back together with no trace of a wound. She smiles tentatively, wondering if she did well or if she took too much. Gray smoothed back her hair and gripping the back of her head bringer her lips to his own. Between kisses he praises her on how well she did. Telling her that most newly formed vampires have to be forced to stop feeding. "I'm so proud of you Wren."

Her heart glows at his words and she snuggles into his chest. She enjoys the rumble of his voice on her check as he talks with her. "Over the next few days I will teach you how to control your fangs and the blood lust. Van and Ian have much to show you as well. Promise me, promise us all, that if you start to feel overwhelmed you will tell us. We do not want to pressure ou in anyway."

She brings her arms around his waist hugging him tight and placing a kiss over his heart. "I promise."

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