Wren POV
I am standing in the living room of Destin's cabin. He and Charlie are outside securing the perimeter. Destin all but threatened to kill anyone who dares to come speak to me. Dad was livid, but Father held him back. Mom kissed me on the forehead and promised to call. Then Destin tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the car.
Now, I am not sure how this is going to work. Of course, I have shared a pack house with other werewolves, but this is different. This feels intimate. What if they suddenly decide sharing me isn't worth the trouble?
"That's everything," Destin says, dropping my suitcase at his feet.
Charlie is behind him, and he looks just as worried as I do. "How is this going to work?"
"Well," Destin sighs. "There are only two bedrooms."
"I will take the couch," Charlie sighs.
"I thought…" I begin, but I don't know how to finish my thought. It is like my biggest fear is coming to light. They don't want to share me. What if I have to choose not because the Moon Goddess commands it, but because they force me to?
Destin tilts my chin so I am looking him in the eyes. "Kitten, we can all share a room if you want, but you might want your own space."
"Why are you so okay with this?" I breathe out. "I was your mate first."
"Does Charlie make you happy?" He asks.
I nod, and he kisses the tip of my nose. "Now that is settled. Charlie and I will bunk in the guest room. I will have another bed delivered. Wren can take my room."
He picks up my suitcase and carries it up the stairs. There is a slight hop in his step. If I didn't know better, I would think he is excited about this living arrangement. Charlie looks sick.
"Are you okay?" I whisper.
"Yeah," he lies. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You once said you would never lie to me," I remind him.
He sighs. "I am not Destin. I am not ridiculously good looking. I am not five hundred years old. I don't have millions of dollars to offer you, or a super cool cabin hidden in the woods with Fae magic. I can't measure up. The Moon Goddess did this to torture us both."
I grab his beard with my fingers and pull his head down to meet mine. "I happen to think you are very good looking."
"And I am not five hundred years old," Destin shouts from upstairs.
"How can he hear us?" I whisper.
"Werewolves aren't the only creatures with super hearing," Destin yells back.
"Stop listening to our conversation," I yell back. "It is rude."
"If you are going to fuck him, you better hurry up," he replies. "Because I call next."
My face flushes bright red. "Shut up, Destin."
I focus back on Charlie, and when our eyes meet. His lips come crashing down on mine. I am taken by surprise, but I don't push him away. I let go of his beard and wrap my hands around his neck. His hands find my ass and he lifts me against his chest.
He carries me up the stairs and kicks in the door to Destin's bedroom. He drops me onto the bed and hovers over me while he pulls off his shirt. His body isn't as chiseled as Destin's, but he is equally sexy.
I reach for his jeans, but he smacks my hand away. "Not yet, Princess. It is time for me to return the favor."
I don't know what favor he is talking about until he drops to his knees in front of the bed. He pushes the skirt of my dress out of the way and rips my panties away from my body. I raise myself onto my elbows and look down at him. His eyes meet mine, and he inches toward my core.
"Lie back," he breathes against my skin.
"Charlie," I whisper his name.
"Do you want Destin to join us?" There is a whimper in his voice.
I wiggle under his gaze. "No."
He grins, and I notice a dimple in his cheek. It makes me melt under his touch. I lie back, just like he asked, and close my eyes. His tongue darts out and flicks against my clit.
"Ahh," I cry out.
His tongue circles my clit and then delves into my core. Tingles spread over my skin, just like they do when Destin touches me. It sends me over the edge faster than I have ever reached it before. My orgasm sends a shiver down my spine, and Charlie groans against my core. He licks me clean, not giving me a moment to breathe.
"Charlie," I beg. "Stop."
He lifts his head and wipes the remnants of my orgasm off his beard. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I smile. "I just need a moment to recover."
"Where is the fun in that?" He smirks.
Getting to his feet, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, and my legs fall on either side of him. He grips his cock and rubs the head against my core. "Please," I beg again.
"I thought you wanted me to stop," he laughs.
This is a different Charlie than I have seen before. He is playful and commanding. It is frustrating and delightful, and I reach for his body.
"Don't tease me," I whisper.
"Is that a command, Princess?" He muses.
"Does it need to be?" I whimper.
He thrusts his cock inside me. "No," he says through his teeth. "It doesn't."
He holds my legs open and continues to move in and out of me. I am unable to move with him, and it is torture.
"Charlie," I breathe this name.
"Come for me again, Princess," he demands.
He presses a finger to my clit and I explode around him. He smiles and pinches my nipple through my dress.
"Good girl."
I wipe the sweat from my brow and try to catch my breath. "Your turn."
"If you insist," he moans.
He drops his body over me and presses his lips to mine. Our bodies move together while our lips are locked. His cock swells slightly inside of me and I know he is close. I run my fingernails down his back, and he jerks awkwardly.
He breaks away from the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. "You are spectacular."
"I see the party started without me," Destin says from the doorway.
My face blushes. "How much did you see?"
"Enough to make my dick hard," he replies.
Charlie hasn't taken his eyes off me. "Do you want him?"
I look between the two men who are supposed to be my mates. I worry that if I say yes, it will ruin the moment between Charlie and me.
"You can say yes," he assures me. "We only want you to be happy. Do you want him?"
I nod. "Yes. Please."