Bound by Love

16. The Council, and Parents, and Siblings, Oh My!

Author's note: Here is a friendly reminder, Bold means talking through the mind link. If it is within a thought process it has leaked through without realizing, if it comes after their name and a dash then they are purposefully having the conversation in their minds. This would be a leaked thought, and the one below is a conversation.

Queen of Beasts – 'Thank you all for the comments, they make my day!'

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Wren falls back against Van's chest. Her skin is glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her breasts rising and falling with each shuddering breath. It takes her a moment to realize that her men have went still. "What is it?"

"Our parents have all beat us to New Haven and we must be almost there now, since we can feel our familial link." Gray kisses one pert breast, tongue tickling her tender nipple.

She sits upright, body tensing. "Oh, oh my. I better get cleaned up. What should I wear?" She tries to get up to go through her suitcase but Van holds her in place on his lap.

"Shh, Angel. We're still around 500 or so miles away. We have to drive part of that so we have around a half an hour before we land and then an hour or so in a car."

She relaxes partially, her mind mentally cataloging what is in her bag. What does one wear when meeting your three mates' parents? Does she have something appropriate? She needs something that shows she is mature enough for a grown man, but doesn't look like she's a kid playing dress up. She needs something that isn't too revealing or sexy, because she doesn't want them thinking she is some slut that's using her body to get with three powerful men. Oh no, what if they do think that?!? What if they think she somehow tricked them or something?

"Little Bird, you're stressing yourself out for no reason. They will not think any of those things. I promise."

"Are you sure?" Her voice is timid, quiet.

"Yes. We are completely certain my Heart." Gray runs his hands down her cooling flesh, a shiver coasting her skin from the pleasure of his touch. "You just need to be yourself and they will understand how perfect you are for us."

Van massages her thighs, getting very close to her center. His breath tickles the back of her neck as he speaks from his position of being her chair. "They are right. You could wear a paper sack and they will still see how radiantly beautiful you are, inside and out."

Ian growls and grips her hips tightly, "But you won't wear something so flimsy in front of others. That is only for us to see." His mind is envisioning her naked with her ass peeking out from underneath a brown paper grocery bag, and her breast exposed because it tore.

"Yes, my Ian." She runs her fingers through his hair and down his check, soothing him. "All yours. I would never let anyone else see me like that."

He loosens his grip, kissing the juncture where hip and thigh meet. They all relax, content to lay still with her skin touching theirs. Her voice is filled with curiosity, "So, I have a few questions for you."

At their hum of agreement, she continues, "How come you had to call your parents on the phone, when the Council was able to mind link you from however far away they were?"

Gray lifts his head from her breast, the hand she had on his soft hair falling down to caress his neck and shoulders. "Good observation, my Heart. First, I will explain the link further. Normally the stronger the bond the further one can go and still communicate through the link. So, most families can communicate in the range of 300-500 miles from each other, same for chosen mates. Ian's link with his pack members would be around 100 miles for those he doesn't know well, but 200-300 for those he knows better."