Bound by Love

23. Love and Confusion

Wren was in her favorite place, in the middle of her mates. This time Van was on his back with her astride him, Gray has his chest flush to her back, his hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her tender nipples in time to his gentle thrusts, while she has a firm grip on Ian's cock. She's kissing down his neck, his pecs, his abs, getting closer and closer to the hot, throbbing, erection in her hand.

Just before reaching his straining tip she delicately traces the thin vine mark that has made its way to his pelvis. She admires how her vampire mark seems to follow the same line of his muscles. A pressing thought is trying to make its way through her pleasure muddled brain. A particularly passionate thrust from Gray causes a huffed out breathy grunt from her lips, making one of the Angel feather marks on Ian's hip to flutter.

She tenses, a gasp escaping from her that was in no way one of pleasure. Gray and Van stop their movements and Gray turns her head towards him. "What is it my Heart, did I hurt you?" His voice is filled with remorse.

She quickly soothes him, "No, My Gray. I'm not hurt." She whispers between sweet kisses.

"What is it Little Bird?"

She turns back towards Ian, with tentative hands she traces his marks. "Last night... I know I was half out of it and all, but you were naked in front of the Council, right?"

"Yes, but like I said sweetheart, they know I'm taken. That I belong to you." He ends his sentence with a kiss to her forehead.

"That's partly what I'm worried about." She bites her lip, trembling hands caressing her marks on him again, "They must have seen these. I know you didn't want them knowing yet." She swallows hard, eyes worried as she glances at each of her mates.

"I didn't even think about that." Ian mutters, "Ach, well. They were going to find out before too long anyway. Since Walter is gone and Patricia is imprisoned for questioning. I don't think it'll be a problem. We'll just have more to talk about later tonight at the meeting." He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips.

Her fingers flutter over the taut muscles of his abs, finding their way back to his enlarged member. She moans when his mouth lands on his mark on her shoulder and he playfully nips at her skin. Her core clenches, a trickle of her cum traveling down Van's cock and balls.

Van gives one shallow thrust, gently restarting their lovemaking but Gray is still. Wren turns dazed eyes his way, wondering why he hasn't moved. His face is still lost in thought and she brings up one hand to cup his cheek, bringing him back to the present. "What is it? Are you alright, my Gray?"

His thoughtful eyes melt into love and adoration. He leans forward, sipping from her lips, tangling his hand in her hair. He backs up just a bit, forehead touching hers, eyes staring deeply into her opal like orbs, noses brushing softly against each other, breath mingling. She breathes in his scent, takes in his love.

"I am fine my Heart. Beyond fine, everything is absolutely perfect. I love you."

"I love you too." She whispers, eyes watering from the overwhelming emotions flooding her heart. "I love you all so much."

He kisses her again, the passions rising up inside him causing the kiss to be one of fierce need. He rolls his hips, thrusting in time with Van below her and Wren's hand on Ian's cock. A smooth, slow, rhythm, one that seems to say - I ... love ... you - with every stroke.

Eventually they need air and they back up with a gasping indrawn breath. Gray places his hands on her breasts, pinching, pulling, and stroking her sensitive peaks. Van has his grip firmly on her hips, keeping her moving at the pace they have set. Ian leans down, one hand on her ass, spreading her open more so he can watch as Gray thrusts into her. His other hand is now in her hair. Gently, yet firmly, he guides her head down. She eagerly follows his wordless demand, and licks his cock from root to tip before swallowing him whole.