Edward POV
Macy drives me crazy. She can't keep running when things get hard. I want to spend the night lecturing her about what it means to be a leader, but the way her tongue slides into my mouth makes me forget everything. There will be time to discuss leadership responsibilities later.
Her wings flutter excitedly when I cup her face in my hands. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I growl into her mouth. She smirks against my lips and pulls away.
She bats her eyelashes innocently as she looks at me. "Weren't you planning on lecturing me about something?"
"Shut up," I grumble.
Winston stands with her in his arms and lays her on the bed. Her wings are sprawled out at her sides, and her fingers are tangled in her hair. She is so beautiful I find myself staring at her. Apparently, Winston feels the same way because he hasn't taken his eye off her either.
Her eyelids are heavy. She is in desperate need of sleep, but her hips wiggle in invitation.
"You need your sleep," I whisper to her, but I don't think she or Winston hear me.
Winston ascends on her in a moment. He doesn't bother with the buttons on her dress. Instead, he rips it from her body in one swift movement. She hisses as the fabric tears against her skin, but it looks like a fire has been lit behind her eyes. She no longer looks sleepy.
As he continues to rip apart her dress, her milky white skin is exposed. Only a pair of lacy black panties remain in place, and Winston makes quick work of those as well.
I watch from the sidelines as Winston palms her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Macy's skin flushes wherever he touches her. Her hips rise and fall with need, and her legs spread, revealing her ger glistening folds.
What am I doing? Why am I standing here on the sidelines watching? I step toward the bed, and Winston moves to the side to make room for me. I run my finger along her stomach and around her belly button. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she moans lightly.
My hand moves lower, and I slip a finger into her core. She grabs my wrist, holding my hand in place. Her eyes meet mine, and her lips form a perfect O. I curl my fingers inside her, and she grinds herself against me.
Her grip on my wrist loosens, and I begin to pump my fingers in and out. Her head falls back against the pillow, and she bites down on her lip. Blood runs down her chin as she lets out a muffled scream.
Winston pulls her lip from between her teeth and we both notice that her canines have elongated. They come to sharp, pointed ends. She almost looks like a werewolf, but I know something more sinister lies behind her eyes.
"Don't stop," she whimpers as the walls of her core flutter around my finger.
"You don't want me to stop?" I tease as I pull my finger from her.
"Damn it, Edward," she snaps at me.
I drop the towel from around my waist and settle between her legs. Winston pouts as I sink myself into her. "Sorry, Bro," I groan. "I was already naked."
I pull out of her and slowly push my way back in. She closes her eyes, and gasps move inside her. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the bud and she comes around me. Her body quivers and shakes as her pussy milks my cock.
Grabbing me by my hair, she pulls my head up her mouth. Her eyes flash a rare shade of gray. I try to pull away, but she doesn't let me go. I think she is going to kiss me, but she twists my head to the side. Her canines sink into my flesh, and tingles burst over my skin. I come inside her, spilling my seed deep within her.
She releases my neck, and I rest my forehead against hers. I love her so much, but that feeling doesn't last long. Panic takes over my post sex bliss. I shouldn't have come inside her. What if she gets pregnant? Selene will come for our child. "Fuck. I am so sorry."
"I don't care," Macy hums pleasantly. "I dare Selene to take my child from me."
"I still should have been more careful," I sigh. She may not be worried about what is to come, but I am. I would rather die than see my child raised at the hands of Selene. I don't know what I was thinking when I made that deal with her. I have never been more ashamed of anything in my life.
Slowly, I pull out, and she pouts. Her face is flushed, but her eyes sparkle with excitement. "I marked you."
I had almost forgotten. Raising my hand to my neck, I feel the puncture wounds on my skin. They are still tingling.
I bend down to kiss her, but a knock on the door breaks us up. I cover up Macy before Winston answers the door. Wren is standing on the other side. Her eyes widen in shock when she realizes what she has walked in on.
"I am so sorry," she whispers. "I just…"
She doesn't finish her sentence before she runs off down the hall. Winston throws his head back in frustration, but I place a hand on his shoulder. "Get your mark. I will go after our sister."
Winston is already stripping himself naked and climbing on top of Macy as I get dressed. He thrusts inside her, and she cries out in pleasure. As much as I hate to miss the show, I should go after Wren.
I pull on a pair of shorts and reluctantly leave the bedroom. I find Wren sitting in the entrance to the palace with her knees pulled to her chest. I watch her for a moment before approaching her. She looks so much like our mother.
A pain fills my chest. I can't believe I forgot our parents. After everything they did for Winston and me, I let them become lost in my mind.
"You didn't have to leave your mate," Wren whispers.
"Winston has it under control," I pretend like I don't care that I am missing out on more sex. "What did you need?"
"I wanted to meet you before tomorrow," she whispers. "In case I die."
"Why would you die?" I ask, sitting beside her.
"Mother is not well," she confides in me. "She is dying, but no one wants to talk about it. When she dies, Selene will set her sights on me."
"Is that why Father brought you here?" I ask.
Wren nods her head, but she refuses to look at me. "They thought you could hide me."
"That's not the only reason you are here, is it?" I sigh.
"The other werewolves blame me for the unrest with the Moon Goddess. I was the last one gifted a fated mate. The others resent me. There have been attempts on my life." She can barely speak because she is crying so hard.
"Have you been trained to fight?"
"No," she whimpers. "There was never any time."
A growl rumbles through my chest. There is always time to train someone, especially when their life is at stake. I may not know Wren, but she is my blood, and I will protect her.
"When the fighting starts, stay in the palace. You will be safe here," I instruct her.
"Jasmine wants me to fight," she replies. "She says it will make me stronger."
"Who the fuck is Jasmine?" I snarl.
Wren shrinks away at my anger. "My wolf. We don't have a strong bond."
"Your wolf is an idiot," I shout.
Wren's eyes flash a stunning shade of gold, and I know Jasmine is pushing to the surface. I grab Wren by the chin and force her to look into my eyes.
"You can't shift here, Jasmine," I growl. "There is no moon. If you force Wren to fight, you are leading her to her death."
A sneer pulls at her lips but her eyes flicker back to blue, and I know Jasmine has retreated. Tears drip from her eyes. Wren looks like she is in pain. Putting my arm around her shoulder, I pull her close.
"Let me talk to her," Macy's voice breaks the silence.
"Why do you want to talk to me?" Wren stutters. She is frightened of Macy. I can see that.
Macy seems to notice Wren's fear and she settles on the ground beside her. ''Because I know what it is like to be at odds with the voice in my mind."
"You need sleep," I tell Macy. "I can handle this."
"I have enough time for this," she says. "You should get some sleep."
"I will stay with you." I don't want to be apart from her tonight because who knows what tomorrow will bring.