Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

When Angels Cry

By Wizardtho

Chapter 16: The Secret Valley

The doors close with a barely audible click behind us. In nearly the same second, Edward has me pinned back against them, my hands captured above my head in one of his, and his other hand roaming from the side of my breast to my hip. 

I can’t help but moan loudly, though it’s quickly muffled by my Edward’s passionate kiss. I arch with a whimper to feel more of his body against mine, and he complies by pressing me flat against the wood with his whole torso. I break the kiss to gasp at the feeling, “Christ, Edward! I need to feel you, please.”

He moans as he wraps my legs around his hips, then nips along my collarbone, “Do you feel how much you affect me, Love? Though I know you were wary in that room, seeing you take charge and be the voice for the family was extremely sexy. You could have let Eleazar speak for everyone, and he would have, but you stepped right up and took command. Fuck, I need to feel you wrapped around me, my little angel.”

My clothes are torn from my body in mere seconds. Not wanting to be left out, I quickly tear Edward’s clothes from him while my feet are on the floor. I receive a sexy growl of approval for my efforts.

I barely register the room is bathed in gold before my mate crushes his mouth to mine again. I’m lifted, only to be placed on a large oval ottoman between 2 Victorian couches. Edward’s hands and mouth are everywhere, lighting my nerves with desire and my body with a dire need.

After a few minutes of his teasing touches, I groan, “Please, Edward. Now. I nee-”

Before I can finish my sentence, he thrusts fully inside me, and my breath hitches at the wonderful sensation of him filling me. His every thrust is sure and deep, almost determined. It’s exactly what I need, and soon I’m crying out as my body trembles in ecstasy. Edward follows quickly behind me, clutching me as he groans my name.

Our lovemaking continues. At some point, we both end up breathless and sated. My hair falls around us like a curtain as I lean in to give him a slow sweet kiss. Edward smiles up at me as he twirls a lock of my hair, “I love you endlessly, Isabella.” 

With a grin, I peck his lips once more, “As I love you, Edward. Now come… shower with me. I feel a bit sticky. Plus, I’m starving and I want to check on Dad soon.”

Edward looks around, which causes me to do the same. We’re in what appears to be a sitting room that is, indeed, bathed in gold. All of the furniture, which appears to make up several different seating options, is carved with ornate detailing. Fabric wall coverings, silk tapestries, damask pillows, overly detailed crown moldings, extravagant chandeliers and lamps… there is no end to the lavish touches in the room.

I let out a breath, “Wow. This is…” 

Edward finishes in what seems like awe, “A royalty suite. Gold signifies royalty in our world, Love, and they’ve given us this suite. That’s a very strategic move on their part.”

I frown down at Edward, “But… hmm… let’s just take this a step at a time. They’ve given us a safe haven, which will hopefully give us time to find out about my angel nature before any bad guys get close. We’ll have Jasper start running me through drills or practices to hone my strengths. We also need to talk to our hosts again, to find out everything they can tell us… both about Didyme’s situation and the angel war.”

My stomach growls. Edward lifts me in his arms, grabs a throw blanket from the back of a couch, then wraps it around me before placing me in one of the chairs at a dining table. There’s a covered tray for me. A glass carafe with silver detailing is also here, a small tea candle burning underneath to keep Edward’s blood warm. 

He inhales deeply as he lifts the carafe to pour a tall glass, then hums, “Mmm, Lynx. What did you get, Love?”

I lift the lid to my tray, then moan happily, “It looks like stuffed cabbage rolls, fresh bread, and some type of herbed butter. It smells fantastic.”

Edward chuckles, kisses the top of my head, then offers as he takes one of the other chairs at the table, “Eat up, then we’ll find our shower.”

As I eat, I happen to look at the window nearby, and something catches my attention. I watch more closely and realize that the bird I saw flew past both windows, not just one. It was too real to be an illusion, right? I gasp, quickly clutch my throw blanket, and run to the french doors. 

Though I don’t expect it to work, I yank the doors open, then stand in awe of the wonderland before me. I can feel my Edward smiling into my shoulder as he tenderly holds my hips. I breathe out, not wanting to disturb the beauty I’m seeing, “Edward, this is incredible. How is this here? Is it safe?”

He chuckles, then hums into my shoulder, “I believe it is safe, Love. I don’t know the story of how this was originally found, but if you look, there are weres on some of the balconies on the other side of the small valley. I believe the castle encompasses both sides, and this is a protected space. It might be a good place for you to practice your flying, but we’ll make sure before you let loose.”

I stand there, with Edward holding me, just taking in the peacefulness of the valley. It’s a wonderful mix of mountains and woods, with castle windows and balconies seeming to grow out of the mountainside, then trees, ponds, and a small field covering the valley floor. 

After several moments, I finally turn to Edward and smile. With a peck to my lips, he leads me into our suite, closes the doors, then guides me toward our bedroom. The lavishness of our suite continues as Edward leads me through our gold and red bedroom, and into our gold and bronze bathroom. I’m tempted to pull Edward into the large Roman bath with me for a long soak, but that will have to wait until there’s more time to spend.

The shower has openings on either side of the massive tub and wraps completely around the back of it. When I see an open doorway to the side, I peek in and let out a breath of relief, telling Edward to start the shower for us as I close the door to what is a private toilet room.

We relax in the hot rainfall of water for several minutes before my Edward asks softly into my neck, “Let your wings out, Love, so I can check them over. I haven’t really had the chance to since the ambush.”

When I do, he looks over my wings and feathers for several minutes before humming, “No damage, thankfully. There’s some crusted blood and mud caked to them, but you aren’t missing any feathers, and I don’t see where the blood could have come from.”

A purr builds in my chest as my mate takes care of my angel, but the only acknowledgment Edward gives is to kiss each of my wings as he continues cleaning my feathers.

It’s only seconds after Edward and I finish washing each other that Alice’s voice can be heard from the bathroom doorway, “Yes, the valley is secure. You are safe to fly with Edward tonight if you wish. Your father just woke, and Carlisle is looking him over now. We’ll all gather in your sitting room to wait for you. I’ve placed clothing for both of you on your bed… and of course, I love you, too.”

I chuckle into Edward’s chest, and we both offer together, “Love you, Alice!” She closes the bathroom door without a word, but I know she must be grinning.

When I reach the bed after drying off and wrapping my hair in my towel, I’m pleasantly surprised with what I find Alice has picked for me to wear. Neatly laid out on the bed is a silky deep purple top that gathers together in a silver medallion at my collarbones, then wraps around my neck and comes together at the back with a matching silver clasp. The back dips low to give my wings plenty of room, but also explains the need for the petal-shaped nipple covers placed nearby. Next to the top is a pair of wide-leg black pants, a matching tie at the waist. Finally, placed neatly at the foot of the bed on the floor, is a wild pair of dark purple heels with a peep toe and metal ridged heels. The combination of animal print and flowers lets me know that Rose must have picked them the last time she went shopping with Alice.

Rose calls through the door before I can let my hair out of the towel to get dressed, “Bella? Just towel dry your hair, then let Edward run that curl-boosting lotion through it. Alice put it on your vanity table.”

It’s not long before both Edward and I are dressed, and he’s running his fingers lovingly through my hair. Knowing my father must be in our sitting room by now, he doesn’t take all the time he wants to while caring for me, but he chuckles and kisses my neck after helping me with my earrings and bracelet, “I know, Love. I can feel your need for information as if it was my own. Let’s go see your father now, then we’ll find out what we can from our hosts.”