Bound by Love

32. Togetherness

Wren slept fitfully. At times peaceful, a sweet smile on her face. Other times tossing and turning, with tears seeping from behind closed lids. Her mates softly comforted her, caressing her gently and murmuring words of love.

After a few hours, her tired eyes fluttered open to find her mates looking on her in concern. She swallows hard, hoping her morning voice is strong enough to speak. "It's all true, right? It wasn't just a dream?"

Gray, who reclines on her right side, leans forward and kisses her salt dusted cheek. Her tears have left their mark on her fair skin.

"Yes, my Heart. The good and the bad. You have found your parents, they do love you. And yes, there are those that have been conspiring against you."

Van, who lays on her left, brushes away a fresh tear and caresses her cheek tenderly. "Please, do not cry anymore my Angel. My heart breaks to see you so sad."

She reaches up, grabbing hold of his hand and bringing it to her lips. She lays soft kisses all along his knuckles then his fingers. "I will try. I know it's their own actions that brought them to this point, that will earn them their punishments."

Ian kneels at her feet on the bed, he had been massaging her feet but now lays them on either side of his body. He leans forward placing his hands by her hips and nuzzles his head against her soft belly, His nose pushing her shirt up so his lips can rest against her bare skin.

"You're right Little Bird. None of this is your fault. Not." Kiss, "One." Kiss, "Little." Kiss, "Bit." Bzzzt. He blows a raspberry against her warm flesh, the unexpectedness causing her to release a sharp gasp before breaking into giggles.

His fingers soon join in the tickling as he taps and wiggles them against her waist. All three men watch with loving smiles as her cheeks turn pink and her eyes sparkle with laughter.

"S-stop. P-please My I-Ian." Her eyes go wide and she bolts upright. She stands up on the bed, feet jumping between their bodies until she makes it to the end.

Gray grasps hold of her leg, fingers trailing delicately over the smooth skin and stilling her flight. "Where are you off to Love."

"I gotta go pee." She squeaks out and dashes off to the restroom.

Wren shakes her head as she hears their chuckles. After taking care of business, she washes her hands and teeth. Her face is a little puffy and she can see where her tears had been. She leans over the sink, washing her face.

Warm hands rest on her hips, and an even warmer bulge nestles against her panty clad ass. She lifts her head and meets the heated gaze of her mates. Van stands directly behind her, his erection lightly grinding against her. Gray is on the left, Ian the right, all three looking at her with hunger.

Her nipples pebble and she releases a moan as her own arousal fills the air. Ian's hand snakes down her belly, under the elastic of her panty's and his rough fingers tap at her engorged clit.

The sudden burst of pleasure has Wren jolting forward, splashing water against her. She stands up, leaning against Van's chest, one hand reaching up and backward to lace her fingers in his hair, while the other stretched outward to hold onto Gray.

They all stare in the mirror. Her wet shirt now plastered to her chest, her darkening nipples visible in the nearly transparent pink cotton. Ian's hand is still at work and can be seen moving inside her underwear.

Van tilts his head, eyes still on her reflection as his lips and tongue trace the lines of her marks on her neck.

Gray bites his lip, hissing out a satisfied breath as he watches her expression. She shudders and moans as Ian brings her to the peak.