Destin POV
She tastes better than I could have ever imagined. Her tongue twirls around mine with an expertise I didn't expect from her. Wren may look sweet and innocent, but a sneaky little minx is hiding under her exterior. I thought I would have to teach and guide her through the night, but the way her fingers are twirled in the back of my hair, I know she will take the lead.
My fingertips feel rough against her smooth skin. I worry I will hurt her, but she is reacting so greedily under my touch that I run my hands along her sides. She whimpers into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss between us. Her arousal is coating my fingers, and her pussy is tightening around them.
Pulling away from her, I stare into her eyes. I want to see her come undone. She blushes under my gaze but doesn't look away. Her lips form a perfect O, and her fingernails drag across my skin. She is a work of art.
I am ready to push her over the edge again when the floor creaks behind me. Fucking Charlie. I glance over my shoulder and see him standing in the doorway. He looks miserable despite the scene laid out in front of him. Somehow, he has managed to lose his shirt. I open my mouth to scream at him, but his right arm catches my eye.
It is faint. So faint that only a Fae's eyes would be able to pick up on it. There is a bond between him and someone. Someone close. My eyes dart back to Wren. Her left arm has the same markings. Not only that, but her eyes are focused on Charlie in the doorway. She belongs to him, too.
When she notices I am watching her, she tries to cover her eyes with her hands. I should be mad. I should be frustrated. I finally give into the mate bond only to find out that I have to share her with someone else. But I can't find it in me. She wants him. I can tell. She may not know he is her mate yet, but I do.
I pull her hand away from her face and pin her arms above her head. "Kitten. Do you want Charlie to play, too?"
Her eyes dart between us, and her mouth drops open. "No… I mean… Yes… I mean… I don't know."
Keeping her pinned to the bed, I lean down and whisper into her ear. "You can play with us both."
She squirms under my weight. I am unsure if it is because she is uncomfortable or not, but then she moans. Her hips buck against mine, and I grind into her. Her eyes flutter shut, and she breathes heavily. She wants the two of us together. As much as I don't want to believe it, Wren belongs to us both. We will have to find a way to make this work. I guess I will have to be the one to extend an olive branch.
"Charlie," I call to my friend. "Come over here and keep her mouth occupied."
"I should go," Charlie mumbles from behind me.
I tilt my hips forward again, and Wren whimpers. A breathy "please" escapes from her lips.
"You heard the woman," I smirk. "She wants us both."
Reluctantly, I pull myself away from her and begin to strip off my pants. Wren is watching my every move. When I pull my pants down, she sucks in a sharp breath. I know male werewolves have a reputation for having big cocks, but I like to think I can hold my own.
Grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over onto her stomach. "Knees," I command her.
She eagerly complies, shaking her ass in my direction. My hand lands hard on her ass and she jumps slightly, but the juices running down her thighs tells me she loves it.
I settle in behind her on the bed, rubbing my cock across her entrance. She pushes back, and my tip slides in. "Oh, fuck," I groan. She is tighter than I expected after she told me she wasn't a virgin.
My fingers dig into her hips, and I hold her in place. "Please," she begs, looking at Charlie.
He still hasn't moved from the doorway. His eyes are fixated on the two of us. I can see the bulge in his pants growing.
"Charlie," I hiss at him. "Don't keep my mate waiting."
I turn my attention back to Wren. I have barely moved an inch and she is already clenching around the head of my cock. If she keeps this up, I am not going to last long.
"I know you aren't a virgin, but this might hurt," I warn her.
"Wait," Charlie calls from the door. "Let me distract her."
The bed dips beside us, and I see he managed to lose his pants. With two fingers, he lifts her chin, and the little minx licks her lips.
"Are you ready?" He whispers to her gently.
Wren nods and opens her mouth. He slides his cock into her mouth, and she takes all of him like a pro. I watch for only a few seconds before I ease myself further into her. Charlie's hands are twisted in her hair, and she grips the blankets on the bed.
Charlie and I find a rhythm that keeps her filled. Tears are running down her cheeks and she is moaning around his cock. Sharing her is more fun than I expected.
"Fuck," I groan again. "She is so tight."
Reaching around, I press a finger to her clit and make small circles. It takes her by surprise, and she gags around Charlie's cock. She is sputtering and gagging, but it doesn't stop her. Her fists grab handfuls of the blanket and her pussy turns into a vice. I can't hold back any longer and come inside her.
"Oh shit," Charlie moans.
He tightens his grip in her hair and thrusts into her mouth. She swallows all of him and then licks him clean.
Charlie moves out of the way and collapses onto the bed beside her. I assume she is spent but she immediately straddles him, rubbing her come filled pussy over his cock. He is rock hard in moments.
I settle in behind her and lower her onto his cock. She hisses slightly, but encourage her to keep going by rubbing my finger over her clit. The way her body moves is a thing of beauty, and she has Charlie on edge again in no time.
She rests her head against my shoulder and she moans my name while riding his cock. It is a moment I don't want to end. I just hope the repercussions don't hurt us all in the morning.