Wren POV
I lie in Charlie's arms and wait for him to make the first move. I have been waiting for over a week, and he only ever cuddles with me. Every night is the same. I strip down to only my panties and lie on top of the covers. His eyes roam over my body, and I can feel his lust through the bond, but he shakes those feelings away and climbs under the covers. He kisses me gently, wraps his arms around me, and then quickly falls asleep. To say that I am getting frustrated is an understatement.
I thought tonight would be different. I cooked his favorite meal and flirted with him all evening. He smiled and flirted back, but now I am staring at the ceiling again.
Enough is enough. I have to know why he is avoiding me. "Charlie."
He yawns loudly. "What's up, Princess?"
I take in a couple of breaths before I lose my temper. "Is there something wrong with me?"
Charlie twists beside me. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you have been here for more than a week and you are refusing to touch me."
He stiffens beside me. "I am touching you right now."
I push him away. "You know what I mean. What is wrong? Is it me? Is there someone else?"
"Yes," he whispers. "I mean no. I guess not."
Jasmine growls, and it escapes my lips. "What do you mean?"
"No," he tries to save himself. "It isn't another woman."
My breaths are coming quicker, and I fear I might actually hurt him. "You aren't making me feel any better."
"It's Destin."
My heart stops racing. Actually, I think it stops beating altogether. "Oh."
Charlie gets up from the bed and starts pacing the floor. "I know he wouldn't care, but it feels wrong without him here."
"Oh."
He continues talking to himself, or maybe it is me. I stopped listening after the tenth round of reasons why he shouldn't sleep with me because Destin isn't here. Getting up from the bed, I rip off the pretty panties I had put on for the occasion and change into more comfortable ones. Then I grab one of his t-shirts and pull it over my head.
Charlie is watching me, but he hasn't stopped talking about why sleeping with me would be a betrayal to Destin. Crawling back into the bed, I curl up facing the wall. I don't want to hear a thousand reasons why Destin is more important to him than me. I am his mate, not Destin.
When I pull the covers up over my head, he finally stops talking. The bed dips beside me, and he tries to pull me close to him, but I smack his hands away. "Just go to sleep, Charlie."
"You seem upset."
I scoff loudly. "What gave you that impression? You just spent twenty minutes explaining why Destin is more important."
"He's not more important."
"Just forget it." I move farther away from him and mumble under my breath about being celibate for the rest of my life.
Charlie flops on his back and tries to take the blankets with him. A snarl rips from my lips, and I pull them back in my direction. We play tug of war until I am completely rolled up in the blanket with no chance of escape. My arms are pinned to my sides, and I can't seem to break free.
"Help me," I pant.
He has the audacity to smirk in my direction. "Only if you forgive me."
I pretend to be offended because this whole situation is getting ridiculous. "Only if you fuck me."
My words, while crass, seem to work their magic. His eyes darken, and I know Rolfe is on my side. I cock my head to the side and let Jasmine filter through my eyes. Charlie grunts. "You aren't playing fair."
"Rolfe," I speak directly to his wolf. "Tell Charlie to play with me."
I moisten my lips before pushing my bottom lip out into a little pout. Charlie's claws slip from his fingers, and he cuts the blanket down the middle. Then he rips his shirt off my body, quickly followed by my panties.
I am too stunned to move. I have never seen this side of Charlie before, but I am not complaining. Bossy Charlie might be my new favorite.
His fingers trail up my legs, and he spreads my thighs. My hips jerk upward with excitement, and the scent of my arousal permeates the air. Charlie groans and slips a finger between my folds. I am so wet it is almost embarrassing, but Charlie doesn't seem to be put off by it.
"Now, Princess," he growls in my ear. "Are you going to play fair?"
"Don't stop," I whimper.
He adds another finger, giving me the delicious stretch I have been craving. "Who said anything about stopping? Now, are you going to play fair?"
I nod my head up and down, but Charlie pulls his fingers from me. "Use your words, Princess."
"Yes," I pant.
He presses his fingers to my lips, and I suck my arousal off them. "Good Girl."
Lining the tip of his cock against me, he smiles brightly before pushing himself in. My back arches off the bed at the intrusion. It stings, but it also feels amazing. For a moment, we are all hands and tongues. The desperation we have felt over the past months is all coming out at once.
The sloppiness subsides, and we find a steady rhythm. We struggle to keep our voices down so as not to wake the children. Our breaths mingle, nails scrape along skin, and teeth nip at flesh. As my pleasure reaches its peak, my moans fill the room. Charlie attempts to muffle them with his mouth, but it is a lost cause.
I gasp against his neck, and his name tumbles out of my mouth. Pleasure curls my toes, and lights flash behind my eyes. I come down from my high, and Charlie's starts to rise. He hovers over me with his eyes locked on him. I brush my fingers over his forehead and kiss him gently. He comes undone, thrusting inside me wildly. I hold him steady as his body shakes.
"Thank you," I breathe out.
He rests his forehead against mine and starts to laugh. "I can't believe I was denying us of this."
I join in his laughter and look around the bed. "You ruined my favorite blanket."
He kisses me deeply. "I will buy you another one."