Wren POV
Destin drops me onto the bed beside Charlie. He doesn't say a word. Instead, he places Arabella's book in his bag and begins removing his clothes. He rips his belt through the loops on his jeans so quickly that it makes me jump. I open my mouth to explain myself, but the look in his eyes makes me shut it quickly.
He stalks toward the bed with his belt in his hands, and a lump forms in my throat. I glance at Charlie, but I don't think he will be saving me.
"I think you are in trouble," Charlie laughs.
"What?" I manage to say. "Are you going to punish me? I am not a child."
Destin's eyes rake over my body. The are filled with a mixture of anger and lust. I am not sure if I should be afraid or turned on. "I am well aware you are not a child."
He is twisting the belt in his hands. The action is both terrifying and hot, but I will not be punished. I attempt to get to my feet, but Charlie wraps an arm around my waist and forces me back onto the bed.
"Let me go," I snap.
"Hands," Destin says, but I don't think he is talking to me.
Charlie grabs my hands and holds them out for Destin, who wraps his belt around them. He tugs the end of the belt, making sure it is tight, and then secures me to the bedpost.
"You can't be serious," I snap. "You can't chain me up."
Destin's eyes are cold. "You knowingly put yourself in danger. I would have come with you to the Gray Creatures. Why didn't you ask?"
I struggle against the belt. "You already said you wouldn't help. I am doing what I have to do to help the werewolves."
"Kitten, Kitten, Kitten," Destin whispers. "You need to learn when I am putting on a show for others."
"I…" But my argument falls flat.
"Charlie," Destin addresses him. "Did you know I was lying?"
"Yep," Charlie quips.
"We didn't tell you because you need to work on your bond with your wolf. Your mind is too easily ventured into," Destin tells me.
"Fine," I grumble. "Why am I tethered to the bed?"
"Because you are going to be punished for sneaking out and putting yourself in danger," Destin reminds me.
"You can't be serious," I begin, but my words are cut off by Charlie's mouth.
His tongue forces my mouth open, and he devours me. I do my best to keep up, but he is kissing me so forcefully I am turning to mush. He breaks away from the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. "Don't scare me like that ever again."
He doesn't give me a chance to respond before he covers my mouth again. Charlie's hands are sliding up my shirt, and Destin is pulling at my pants. My mind doesn't know where to focus.
Charlie's fingers squeeze my nipple at the same time Destin thrusts his fingers inside me. Desperation fills me, and I struggle against the belt. I need to feel their skin under my fingertips.
Charlie pulls away and rips my shirt down the middle, and then my bra. He attacks my breast as if he is ravenous. He squeezes one while biting down on the other. Nothing but my moans fill the air.
Destin curls his fingers, and my hips jerk. I am ready to find release from the pressure that is filling my core, but in the next second, his fingers are gone.
"What?" I practically shout.
"You are being punished, remember?" Destin smirks.
"This is unfair," I whimper.
His fingers play with my entrance, and Charlie is putting marks all over my chest. "Do you promise never to put yourself in danger again?"
"I can't promise that," I breathe out. "Please."
Charlie's thumb rubs against my bottom lip. "You can and you will."
"I will not…" I begin, but I am silenced when Destin's fingers plunge into me again.
"What was that, Kitten?" He asks.
"Please," I beg.
"Not until you promise," Charlie smirks.
Destin lowers himself between my legs. His breath fans against my core. "All you have to do is promise."
"No," I groan. "I won't let you use sex as a weapon against me."
Both men move away from me. Charlie looks guilty, but Destin looks defeated. He reaches over me and unties my hands. I rub my wrists and glare at them. All of the lust filled emotions are gone.
"I am sorry," Charlie whispers. "We shouldn't have…"
"Me too," Destin cuts him off. "We just want to keep you safe."
"If you want to keep me safe, train me," I spit at them. "Don't punish me."
They share a look, but they don't speak. I push Destin aside and climb out of bed. I let my torn clothes fall to the ground and make my way to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Charlie calls after me.
I spin around and let my anger fill me. "Not that it is any of your business, but I need a cold shower."
Destin rushes to grab me. "Wait. Let us fix this."
I roll my eyes. "There is nothing to fix. We all made mistakes tonight. Including me. It's fine. I just need to cool off."
"Princess," Charlie whispers.
My eyes fall on him, and he is already naked. How did he do that so fast? His cock is swollen and I can see the precome glistening on his tip.
"You can fuck us both," Destin whispers in my ear. "Or just one. It is up to you."
"And if I choose none," I reply stubbornly.
His arms wrap around my waist, and he tugs me close to his body. "Then at least let me make you come."
His fingers slide back into me and his thumb circles my clit. I hate how much power he has over me. I want to protest and push him away, but I really want his mouth on me.
Grabbing his wrist, I force him away. When I spin to look at him, he looks disappointed. "On your knees."
His disappointed look fades quickly, and he drops to his knees. Throwing my leg over his shoulder, he delves his tongue into my core. My whole body shakes, and my legs turn to jelly. When I am afraid I might fall, Charlie is behind me, holding me steady.
His cock is pressed against my back and I press back to feel more. He moans against my ear. I lock my fingers in Destin's hair, and he glances up from beneath his eyelashes.
'Come for me, Kitten,' he speaks through our bond.
My body complies. I shake violently, leaving Charlie to hold me up. "Save some for me," he whispers to Destin, and my pleasure begins to rise again.