Bound by Love

11. Words that Need to be Said

Wren stands in the restroom, trying to get her hair into some semblance of order. The long curly strands are tangled and unruly. She finally gets it brushed out and is bringing it up into a fishtail braid, hoping that will keep it from getting so messy later. Although, with the how hot and how often their sessions come about she doubts any hairstyle will last long. She smiles contentedly with the thought. Having her men is worth any inconvenience or pain that may come her way.

With them on her mind, she decides to take this moment to dress up in one of the many sexy outfits that they bought her. She sneaks quietly into the bedroom, relieved to see that they were true to their word, and left to give her a small moment to herself.

They had been at it nonstop, and the guys were worried that she was growing too tired and sore. She tried to tell them that she was fine, but they fear her giving nature would make her push herself much further than she should. She hopes that when she comes to them in her planed outfit, they will know that she is telling them the truth. That she wants them just as much, as often, and as passionately as they do her. She will also make sure to pass along some of her thoughts and feelings through the mind link.

Last night they went over the basics of how to use the link, she still has some problems blocking them but she thinks it's mostly because she doesn't really want to. She likes having the connection and the few times that they made her do it in her lessons she felt uncomfortable. She's certain that the only time she will feel alright blocking them out of her head is when she wants to surprise them, like right now.

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Gray is sitting on the sofa, trying to do research on hybrids, but he isn't getting very far. For one, there doesn't seem to be anything more than scientist hypotheses and speculations as to the possibilities. Secondly, lastly and mostly, because he is aching for Wren. They left her nearly half an hour ago, and he is desperate for her presence. Even just the slightest touch of her hand would relieve a portion of his ache. But he knows that soon he will need much more than her hand, so he is trying his best to distract his mind.

Van is beside Gray, and very much in the same boat. Only instead of Hybrids, he is trying to occupy his mind with finding out who Wren's birth family is. He has only gotten slightly further in that he knows for a fact that she was left in Seattle as a baby, only a few days old at most. So most likely her birth mother was living there at the time, but it could also be that she was passing through and abandoned Wren at the first large city. His anger at whoever did that to his sweet little mate, while she was a helpless newborn, makes him ready to kill this person. Whenever they figure it out, whoever it is, will be better off if they are already dead. For once Ian, Gray and Van get a hold of them they will be begging for death to come.

Ian is pacing the room with his hands in fists at his side. Van's thoughts about Wren's abandonment are leaking into his head adding to his frustration that she is out of sight. He can sense that she is just down the hall, not even 20 feet away, but it might as well be 2,000 miles for how it feels to his soul.

All three of them stand to their feet, eyes on the hall, when her mind is closed off from the link. Ian starts to run towards her when Van tackles him to the floor. They wrestle for a few minutes until Gray uses his telepathy to hold Ian still.

Ian growls out, his eyes golden, canine teeth descended. "Let me go Gray. What the fuck is wrong with you, she could be in trouble. We need to go to her."

Gray shakes his head, "Listen closely. Feel your heart. You can hear her in the bedroom, our hearts are a little fast but not terribly so. If she was in trouble her heart would be racing. Think! We told her we would give her some time to herself. Yes it is uncomfortable, and yes I want to know why she's hiding her mind, but you know Wren. She is probably just practicing what we have taught her. Just like all of our other lessons." Van lets his agreement be felt through the bond.