Bound by Love

7. The Most Delicious Spread

Wren moaned as she savored the last taste of the rolled crepe with a cream cheese and strawberry filling. She hears a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a groan and her eyes flutter open. The heated gaze of her three mates are trained on her lips. Feeling a dollop of the white creamy sauce on her lip she flicks out her tongue capturing the tasty morsel.

The men's eyes get impossibly more intense and they release another growl/hiss/moan at her unconsciously sensual move. Wren's checks flush a rosy pink once she realizes what it is that they are reacting to. For a moment, she feels a bit shy, dropping her eyes and biting her lip. But then thoughts of her mates and her desire for them overtakes her bashfulness and the blush that heats her skin is now from her arousal.

Ian stands to his feet and circles around the table, moving with a predatory grace as he nears Wren. His nostrils flare as he takes in her honeyed scent. His voice is filled with a growling rumble, "Are you still sore Little Bird?"

She bites her lip as her eyes glow and she shakes her head, "No. I'm not sore at all." She lets out a startled yelp as he swiftly picks her up from her seat. Within a fraction of a second Gray has swept his arms across the table sending dishes, silverware and serving platters to the floor and clearing the small round table. Before she can even comprehend she is laid out on the table with a cushion under her head that Van had grabbed from the living room.

She cries out in pleasurable excitement as she feels herself being opened with the thrust of Ian's fingers entering her channel and the soft press of Gray's tongue upon her clit. Van is holding her legs up near her head with one firm hand on her thighs, under her knees. He then starts pressing her legs to the side, keeping them raised high but allowing more room between her legs for the other two to maneuver.

Van's heated voice starts to call out instructions to Gray and Ian. The words seem to amplify the sensation Wren is feeling as they follow his every command.

"Ian, add a third finger into her sweet pussy... Go a little faster... Now take them out... Look how wet you are Wren." She looks down with heavy lidded eyes. Ian's fingers are soaked, glistening under the overhead lights. She sees a drop of her moisture drip off his fingers and land on her belly button. Van continues his demands.

"Ian, offer Wren a taste. Let her see why she is our favorite thing to eat." She licks his fingers with a moan, grasping his wrist and running her tongue up and down his fingers until all her juices are gone. All the while Ian, under Van''s instruction, was busy lapping at her stomach enjoying the small puddle that had formed in her navel.

Van runs his hands down her torso, tweaking her rigid nipples gently on his way before resting each hand on her inner thighs. With his forearms holding her legs down and spread, his muscled chest resting lightly on her own and his long fingers spreading her lips open the three men took in the sight. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood, her folds red and flush with blood. Her tiny hole flutters in a spasm as if it is calling for them, eager to be filled.

Van moves one finger and gently taps on her throbbing clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves trembles and she moans. They watch as a small stream of her desire comes out and puddles on the wood table. Van's eyes burn bright silver. "Ian. Gray. Use your mouths and tongues. Bring her to her peak."

Wren clenches her hands and tries to thrust her hips to meet with their questing tongues but Van's hold is to firm. She must take what they offer.

The room is filled with her breathy cries and the sound of heated kisses, thrusting fingers and exploring tongues. Wren is nearly overwhelmed by the feeling, Gray is at her core, Ian at her clit and Van's fingers are keeping her open to their ministrations. All the while he keeps up a running litany of admiration, instruction and commentary.

"So beautiful. The most delicious spread this table has ever seen. I can't wait to fill your pussy. My cock is so hard for you my Angel, my Vixen. Gray, fill her with your fingers. That's it, thrust harder, faster. Yes. Now her ass. Prepare her for us."

Wren cries out her climax in a keening wail. Once she catches her breath she finds herself moved about. Gray is sitting on one of the wood dining chairs, his throbbing erection bobbing gently with each beat of his heart. The tip glistening with precum. With Ian holding her left leg and Van her right they carry her over and place her on Gray's lap. He guides his member into her ass and once she is flush against him he uses his hands on her knees to spread her legs and welcome Van between them.

Van thrusts into her sheath, filling her completely. She turns her head and stretches out her arm, reaching for Ian. Taking him in hand she leans over and engulfs him in her mouth. It doesn't take long for them to find their temporary fulfilment. Just enough to get them through an hour of training. With a satisfied sigh Wren takes in their essence.

With their passions momentarily sated they all three take care to clean and dress Wren. After that Ian cleans up the mess they made while Gray does research on possible reasons as to why their mate is a hybrid and what concerns they may need to consider. As those two are busy with those tasks, Van takes Wren outside to begin her training as one of the Fallen.

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