Bound by Love

45. You... Continued

You may want to reread the previous chapter so it flows better in your mind.

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With his hand slick from their cum, Ian grabs hold of his semi hard cock, giving it a few rough jerks. Wren watches with hungry eyes, fascinated as it grows ever thicker, longer, and deeper in color.

"Where do you want me, Little Bird?" Ian's eyes glow amber as he admires her glistening breasts quivering with her panting breaths.

Wren bites back a moan, loving the feelings of love and lust her mates are pouring through the bond. "Wherever you want to be, my Ian."

A fleeting thought passes through his mind causing Wren to tilt her head in confusion. "I don't know how that's done, but if that's what you wish?" Her voice lifts in question.

Ian groans, "Too fucking perfect."

Without delay, Ian straddles her stomach, and slaps his heavy cock against one of her straining nipples. Her breath catches as he rubs the hot, swollen head over the peak of her breasts, then down into the valley between.

"Give me your hands, Little Bird."

Wordlessly she lifts them from the sheets, the silk wrinkled from where her fists had unconsciously gripped with passion. Ian guides them to her breasts, having her squeeze the soft flesh, and press them tightly together.

"Don't let go baby, keep them nice and tight for me." He demands as he slips his dick through the warm, wet channel she created.

"Oh!" Wren breaths heavily as the head of his member comes out to greet her, tapping gently at her lips with each soft thrust forward. Soon she says hello back, with hot licks of her tongue tasting his essence. Her hips lift, searching for something to fill the emptiness in her core.

She doesn't have to search long before Gray fills her with a hard thrust. The movement causes Ian to go further forward, his tip entering the soft O of her mouth as she cries out with happiness.

Without thought, her hands loosen in their task, reaching for Ian, wanting to draw him further into her mouth.

"No, Little Bird." Ian grits between clenched teeth. "Keep hold. I want to fuck these gorgeous tits." He brings her hands back to their task, pressing them hard to her flesh. "Van, come keep her pretty mouth filled."

"Gladly." Van guides them all back a little ways so Wren's head can tilt off of the bed. He traces the soft flesh of his cock head over her pink lips, painting them with his precum. Once they're slick with his desire he pushes forward, his member surrounded with the slick heat of her mouth and throat.

Wren swallows to take him deep into her body, thrilling when her lips reach all the way to his base.

Ian's eyes flicker between her chest and her throat. "God! Little Bird, I can't decide which is hotter, seeing my cock pushing between these perfect breasts, held tight by your own hands or you swallowing my brother, your throat bulging with each thrust and knowing you have, and will do so again, with my own."

"I don't know Ian," Gray says, "I think my view is the sexiest. Her pussy's so sweet, warm and welcoming. The lips full, tender and flushed a deep rose. She stretches so fine, yet tightly clings to my cock. Her cream is clinging to my shaft, easing my way and showing her desire. Her clit is swollen, pushing past its hood, nearly throbbing with her pleasure."

Wren's moan of lust vibrates against Van, making his fluid rhythm skip a beat, and then pick up the pace.

Gray, slides his hands down Wren's legs, hooking around  her ankles to lift them up to either side of Ian's body. With a mental picture sent through the link, Ian loops his arms underneath her knees, ankles by his ears and lifting her ass up from the bed.

Gray's cool hands palm the warm flesh of her ass and she shifts, seeking his fingers and wordlessly asking for more. With a quick flick of his wrist he lightly spanks her right cheek.

"Is your sweet ass lonely, my Heart? Do you want me to fill you?"

"Yes! Please, my Gray."

Wren presses against Ian's arms, lifting her hips higher. Her throat hums around Van, swallowing and licking with even more fervor. Her fingers twitch, still clinging tightly to her breasts. Pinching her tender nipples while pressing even tighter against the hot slick flesh of Ian's cock. Her core clenches, flutters and spasms around Gray. Her desire leaks, practically pouring out and dripping down her slit and coating her aching, wanting ass.

Gray slips his fingers into her star, her cum easing his way. With several firm thrusts, she can't hold back a scream of pleasure, the sound muffled by Van's shaft.

All three men up their pace as Wren can do nothing but accept their bodies inside of her own. Tears leak from her eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure and reaching for another orgasm.

Her mates are near the tipping point, and with a roar they come in unison. Van's cum pours down her throat, as she swallows it greedily, desperate for each drop. Ian coats her chest with his seed, still thrusting his slowly softening duck against her breasts. Gray, fills her pussy with his love, and gently plucks at her clit bringing her to her peak.

With panting breaths they collapse in a sticky tangle  heap on the bed.

After a few minutes Ian lifts himself up and turns to Wren with a wide grin, "Well Little Bird, looks like you're really soaking wet now!"

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Author's Note

I want to thank all of my readers for their kindness and patience. I will finish this book for you.