Bound by Love

44. You.

Happy Birthday Arkenfree
Thank you so much for your comments and patience with me. I hope you have a blessed Birthday with those you love around you. 

I hope you enjoy this steamy chapter as my gift to you.

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Wren lets out a breathy gasp as Van tosses her onto the bed. "My Van, I'm soaking wet..."

"Oh, we know." He smirks. "We're very happy that your little pussy is ready for us."

Wren blushes as she mumbles. "I meant I'm wet from the bath, the sheets are now a mess."

Ian crawls up beside her, fingers trailing against her damp thighs. "Hmmm, is this just from the bath?" He reaches down and swipes his tongue up her soft thigh stopping just short of her weeping slit. "Mmmm, no darling. This is definitely your sweet flavor."

Gray runs a long finger across her puffy lower lips, and swiftly sticks the digit in his mouth, sucking on her essence. "Ian's right, My Heart. It isn't just the bath water that has you wet."

Wren's cheeks flush a deeper red, "Well, can you blame me? Seeing the three of you, touching you, loving you... I'm nearly at a constant state of arousal."

Van kisses her softly. "You do the same to us, Angel. But I must say, I love this blush you get. Even with all we've done, you still have that shy innocense about you."

He watches as her heated flesh glows hotter, spreading down to her breasts. "Yes, such a sweet contradiction. Shy, demure, modest, loving, a perfect Angel. Sexy, hot, giving, responsive... a perfect little vixen."

Gray latches onto one pouting nipple, his fangs lightly scratching the soft skin of her breast. Wren arches her back, her spine tingling with the slightly painful pleasure. Her hand jerks up, fingers tangling in his hair as she holds him closer, silently begging for more.

Gray - 'Oh, my Heart, don't worry. I have no intention of stopping. The taste of your heat, the feel of your flushed skin, the sound of your breathy moans of desire, they feed me. They feed my mind, my senses, my heart, my body and my soul.'

With that last testament of love from his mind he pierces his fangs in just enough to get a sip of her desire filled blood. The taste of her want feeds his own want at the same time as it builds the need for more. An endless loop of satisfaction and desire.

Van grabs hold of the back of her head, tilting her face to his and kissing her passion filled lips, muffling her moans that still vibrate through her neck.

Ian's fingers tenderly open the swollen folds of her pussy, then his slightly rough tongue dips into her folds. He enjoys her sweet flavor, drinking in every drop of her essence.

Wren - 'Please... Please...'

All three men lift their heads and Wren groans with unspoken dismay. She needs their touch, but she needs something else more.

Their heated eyes glow with love and stare at her beautiful face. "What do you want Wren? Ask and it is yours." They speak in unison, as if they are one heart, one mind and one soul.

"You." She states, her own eyes swirling in red, gold and silver. "I want to taste you. I want to please you. I want to feel you all over me."

She gets up on her knees, legs sinking into the soft bedding. Her thighs quiver, her pussy dripping juices down the soft flesh. Her nipples are hard points, the normal soft pink tuned to a deep rose echoing the flush in her cheeks. Her sweet mouth, swollen from passion, is parted with her soft panting breaths.