Macy POV
I am not fully prepared for his intrusion. His cock stretches me uncomfortably, and I hiss in pain. Tears spring to my eyes, but I don't tell him to stop. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from crying. Edward isn't looking at me. His eyes are closed. I don't know if he can feel my pain through the mate bond, but if I had to guess, he cannot. He thrusts upward again, and I whimper.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I dig my fingernails into his skin as I wait for the next thrust. A single tear drips from cheek and falls onto his chest. I close my eyes tightly and wait. Edward stills beneath me, and his hand brushes against my cheek.
"Crazy," he whispers my nickname.
"Yes," I reply through gritted teeth. I don't dare to open my eyes. I don't want to see his disappointment.
"Open your eyes," he says gently.
I grimace. Opening one eye, then the next. Edward looks as pained as I feel. "You can keep going."
"Am I hurting you?" He asks
"It's okay," I respond. "Just keep going."
Gripping my waist, Edward lifts me from his body. Setting me on the hard bathroom floor, he disappears into the bedroom. I strain my ears to hear what he is saying to Winston, the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears is drowning it out. What did I do wrong?
Edward returns with Winston, and both have similar looks on their face. I curl myself into a ball on the floor, trying to make myself as small as possible. What is happening to me? I used to be so confident. This realm is changing me, and not for the better. This body and wings feel foreign to me. Like I am trying to operate a robot from the inside and I keep pushing all the wrong buttons.
The twins stand in front of me. Edward in his naked glory, and Winston in only his pants. I keep my eyes focused on the floor until Winston kneels down beside me. Lifting my chin between his finger and thumb, he forces me to look into his eyes. He isn't mad. He is concerned. He doesn't need his voice to tell me that.
Edward holds out his hand for me. "Let's start over."
I look from Winston to him. All of the malice that was in his eyes and voice earlier are gone. Standing beside his brother, Winston offers me his hand as well. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I place my hands in theirs.
"Hi," Edward smirks. "I am Prince Edward, and this is my silent brother, Winston. I believe you are our mate."
Stunned. I am stunned. "What are you doing?"
"We are starting over," Edward says. "Now you say your part."
Confused. I am utterly confused. "Okay. I am Macy."
"Awesome," Edward says. "Now. If you don't mind, we would like to gently have sex with you because your scent is driving us insane."
A giggle escapes my chest, and I cover my mouth. Once I compose myself, I lower my hand. "I am afraid I don't know what to do."
"We will guide you," Edward says, and Winston nods beside him.
Winston walks out of the bathroom first, not letting go of my hand. I follow behind him, and Edward after me. We cling to each other, knowing we are each other's lifeline. Without one of us, the bond isn't complete. I can finally understand that now. Together, we will find a way to save our firstborn.
Winston drops my hand and gestures for me to sit on the bed. Awkwardly, I maneuver around my wings and sit on the bed. They stand in front of me and study me. I can almost see the smoke coming from their ears as they try to figure out how this will work around my wings.
"We will have to take turns," Edward finally sighs, and Winston nods in agreement.
I want to ask if the mind link between them is still working, but I am not given the chance. Edward offers his hand, and as soon as I give him mine, he yanks me to my feet. His hands roam over the curves of my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. A shiver runs up my spine when the tingles of the mate bond spread like wildfire across my body. Pulling me close, Edward slides his fingers between my legs.
He is calm this time, taking his time. Expertly, he finds his way to my entrance, and I close my eyes.
"Eyes open, Crazy," he whispers. "I need to know if I hurt you."
Winston moves behind me, avoiding my wings. His hands grip my waist and hold me tight. Edward pushes a finger into me, and stars burst behind my eyelids. My eyes fly open, and I stare into his. He moves his finger slowly, and the pace is agony. I want more. I need more.
"Edward," I breathe his name. "I need more." My hips grind against his hand, causing him to smile.
He adds another finger but keeps the slow pace. Pressure builds in my stomach, just enough to tease me but not enough to push me over the edge. It is torture.
Winston's breath is hot on my neck. Right above the mark he placed. My toes curl against the hard floor, and I tilt my head to the side. His tongue darts out and swirls around his mark. I cry out. Arching my back, Winston's fangs graze against my skin, sending me over the edge.
My fingernails dig into Edward's shoulders, pulling him close. His lips brush against mine before he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I become lost in the kiss and don't realize they are moving me until Edward pulls away.
He is lying on the bed, stroking his cock. I straddle his waist, only this time I am in charge. Lining him up with my entrance, I lower myself onto him. There is no pain this time— only pleasure. It is so raw and desperate that I doubt I could feel this way with anyone else.
He guides my movements. Up and down. With each pass, I take more of him until he is fully buried within me. Winston runs his fingers along my wings, and they twitch. He chuckles and does it again, only this time he applies more pressure. My pussy tightens around Edward, my fingers claw at his chest, and a breathless moan comes from my lips.
"Looks like the wings will be more fun than I thought," Edward groans beneath me.
Winston's hands keep running along the edges of my wings, driving me insane. I want to swat him away, but I am too lost in the moment.
"Crazy," Edward moans. "I need you to come."
"I can't," I whimper.
Edward growls before pressing a thumb to my clit. My body trembles, and I collapse on Edward. My wings flail wildly, and I hear Winston hit the floor. He is groaning in pain, but I can't stop the orgasm that is controlling my body. A thin coat of sweat covers my body, and I shake in the aftermath.
"Take her," Edward calls out to Winston.
Suddenly, I am lifted from Edward's body, cradled against Winston's chest. Edward grabs his cock, and thick ribbons of come stream from the tip onto his stomach.
"Did I do something wrong?" I pant.
"We can't risk you getting pregnant," Edward says through gritted teeth. "Not until I fix what I have done."