Destin POV
I stand beside the portal, looking for any excuse not to walk through it. I just got Wren back. Leaving her again was not in the cards. It was not part of the plan. Fucking Selene has meddled in my life for the last time.
My wings twitch nervously against my back, and I suck in a sharp breath. Before I can step through the portal, a red wolf barrels into me, knocking me onto the ground.
I groan uncomfortably as I untangle myself from the wolf. The wolf cocks it's head to the side, and his tongue flops from the side of his muzzle. "Rolfe?"
Charlie shifts back, breathing heavily, sprawled out on the grass. "It was a trap."
I don't know what comes over me, but I pull Charlie close to me and hug him. He pats my back awkwardly. While we share a mate, we have never been affectionate with one another. It is understandable that he isn't sure how to respond.
"Are you okay?" He finally whispers. "Why aren't you in the cabin?"
"I was coming for you," I admit. "Selene came to Wren in her sleep and willingly gave her the tome."
"How does that work?" Charlie asks.
"No idea." I shrug. "But I am not questioning it."
Pulling clothes out of his pack, Charlie gets dressed. "Where's Wren?"
We walk through the forest that surrounds the cabin. "At the cabin."
"Good. I didn't like being away from her. Don't fuck it up this time."
I mock his words, and he chuckles loudly. We continue the rest of the way to the cabin in a comfortable silence. Charlie and I have never needed to fill the space around us with conversation. It is one of the things that I like most about our friendship. We can just exist without the extra bullshit.
We step into the clearing of the cabin. I can see Wren through the windows of the kitchen. She is bustling around, even though the twins won't be up for hours. Her face is tear stained, and her hair is a mess. She took my leaving harder than I expected.
"Let's not keep her waiting," Charlie whispers.
I open the door to the cabin, and Wren peeks around the corner. Whatever she was holding in her hands, she drops onto the floor. She runs toward us, wrapping her arms around our necks, and places kisses all over our faces.
I would need a prybar to pull her off me, but Charlie manages to gain her attention. "Where are the twins?"
"Sleeping," she whispers.
He pulls her away from me and tosses her over his shoulder. A tiny squeak exits her lips, but she is smiling. She knows what is waiting for her upstairs, and she isn't going to deny him. I watch them ascend the stairs and take my place on the couch. This is where she wanted me, and I will respect her wishes until she invites me into our bed again.
I can feel her arousal through the bond, and it makes my dick hard. It throbs in my pants, and I am finding it difficult to remain downstairs. As her feelings leak through the bond, they become impossibly intense, and I know she is getting close to finding her release.
I have to get out of here.
Pushing myself off the couch, I walk out the front door. I let the fresh air wash over me and adjust my cock in my pants. I head to the back of the cabin and sprawl out among the trees. The distance does little to soothe the ache of my cock, so, I focus on the movements of the clouds above.
I feel her before I see her. I cover my eyes with my hand, blocking out the rays of the sun. Wren is moving toward me, wrapped in nothing but a sheet. She looks like a goddess.
"What are you doing out here?"
She doesn't answer my question. Instead, she drops to her knees beside me, letting the sheet fall from her body. My mouth goes dry as I look at her body. The simple dip of her stomach to the swell of her breasts. It is all begging me to touch her, but miraculously, I keep my hands to myself.
Wren's fingers undo the buckles of my pants, and my cock springs free. Her hand wraps around the base, and I moan with need. She lowers her head, running her tongue along the mark on my neck. "What are you doing out here?"
"I needed air," I groan.
She squeezes her hand around my cock. "It seems like you need something else."
"Wren," I breathe out her name.
She straddles my waist, lining me up with her entrance. My hands run up her thighs, gripping her waist, but I let her maintain the control she needs. She lowers herself onto me at an excruciatingly slow pace, with a smile on her face. She is enjoying this.
"What's wrong, Destin?" She pushes her lip out into a pout. "Is it hard not being in control?"
A growl rumbles in my chest. "Kitten. You shouldn't tease me."
The smile on her face grows. "Why? What are you going to do about it?"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe."
I roll us, landing her flat on her back, and thrust into her. Her back arches off the ground as she rises to meet me. I have forgotten how good she feels, and I slow my pace, determined to make the moment last. Then, the little minx strokes the feathers of my wings. My cock swells inside her, and I moan her name.
Her eyes flutter shut, and her breaths become ragged. "Destin."
"Now, who is in charge?" I tease her.
The tip of her finger toys with my feathers again. "Wren." I warn her, but she doesn't stop.
I am struggling to keep the steady pace, but Wren doesn't seem to mind. She meets each thrust with a wiggle of her hips, effectively driving me insane. Then her tightens around me, milking my cock with her orgasm. I could draw it out. Make her come over and over again, but I don't have the strength. Not today.
I spill my seed inside her, before collapsing. My wings twitch as I come down from my high, and she refuses to leave them alone. Using my glamour, I make them disappear, and she giggles. "I wish I would have thought to touch them ages ago."
"Noted," I grumble. "I will just tuck them away when you are around."
"That's not fair," she pouts.
"I am positive it is fair."