Fallen Angel

Chapter 6 ~ Trust

Chapter 6 ~ Trust

I awoke to see something, or rather, someone, laid in front of me. I panicked, then looked up at who it was, instantly calming down when I saw it was Scott. I giggled softly, he must have snuck in when I fell to sleep last night. Angel Percy's words came back to me, Then it is your option to tell him. It depends on whether or not you can trust him.

I gently traced my fingers around his strong jaw line, over his cheeks, and down his neck. My fingers softly traced random shapes on his skin, frowning when I saw random scars every so often.

"Mmmm, morning, babe," Scott grumbled, pulling me against him even tighter.

I giggled, "morning to you too." I kissed his cheek, then slid out from under the covers, strolling over to the bathroom.

"I'm all cold now!" He shouted after me and I smirked.

"You're like your own central heater, you'll be fine!" I called back to him over my shoulder.

He grumbled something as I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezing some toothpaste onto it. I popped it in my mouth and started brushing, fixing my hair up in the mirror. I shut my eyes as I felt big, strong, warm arms go around my waist from behind. He kissed the back of my neck, and I shimmied my ass into him, purposefully tormenting him. He groaned and grabbed my hips.

"I think it'll be safer for both of us if you don't do that," he muttered in my ear as he nuzzled my neck.

"Aw, is the big bad wolf getting annoyed?" I taunted, washing my mouth out with water. I was about to wash the brush too when he stole it from my hand and put it in his mouth. "Hey!" I protested. He just grinned at me, and started brushing. I rolled my eyes, strolling to the wardrobe. I yanked the doors open, and filed through all my clothes before grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans and a pretty dark red crop top with long sleeves. I grinned, perfect. I sifted through my underwear drawer, pulling it all out for Scott to see, tapping my chin whilst deciding what sexy lingerie I would torment him with today. He was leant against the bathroom door frame, his mouth hanging open, no toothbrush. I finally picked out matching black lacy bra and panties, shoving my drawer closed as Scott gaped.

Please tell me you didn't pick my underwear out! I begged Angel Percy, after seeing all the sexy lacy stuff.

He chuckled, no, oh God, no. I had your friend Natalie pick them out.

I sighed in relief, thanks, and thank God.

He laughed again, and I cut off the link. I pushed the underwear I'd had on overnight off, slowly sliding the clean panties on, then, making sure Scott was looking, pulled the over-sized shirt off, standing in only my panties, with my back to him. I slipped the lacy black bra on, matching the panties, then the jeans that hugged my figure perfectly. I ever so slowly dragged on my top, turning back to Scott. His eyes were pitch black, as he pulled my body towards his. I felt his Scott junior against my belly, and blushed. He grinned wickedly, then his lips fell to mine with urgency. I reacted immediately by biting his lip, requesting entrance. He groaned as he opened up for me, and my tongue slipped into his mouth. His hands suddenly clutched my ass, and I couldn't help but release a moan. He smirked, and latched his hands behind my thighs and pulled them up around his waist. My arms wrapped around his strong shoulders for support, my hands gripping his dark, silky locks.

"Are you ever not tormenting?" He breathed between our passionate kisses. I felt his hard on against inner thigh and reluctantly pulled away before things escalated.

"Nope," I grinned devilishly. He pinned me back against a wall, tenderly showering my face with kisses. "Can you tell me about yourself, please?" I asked out of the blue. He pulled back and frowned in confusion, but nodded regardless. Carefully carrying me over to the bed, he gently placed me down and laid down beside me. I cuddled into his side instantly, smiling as he started gently twisting tresses of my hair between his fingers absentmindedly.

"I'm the Beta of the Black Moon pack, as you already know, and Brax and Matt are my best mates. I'm twenty in eight months, and my birthday is June the twentieth. Um, I lived with my grandad until I was sixteen and he died, then I've lived in the pack house with Brax and all the pack ever since." I wanted to ask about his parents, but I felt that he had left them out for a reason. As if reading my mind, he continued, "I hate my parents. My father's a complete asshole, and my mother follows him round like a lost lamb. We had a massive argument when I was twelve, and I left home and stayed with my grandad. I don't think they ever found out, and I'm glad. If I ever have to meet them again..." he trailed off, and I could tell it was a hard topic for him. Suddenly, he sat up on the end of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands as he sighed heavily. Frowning, I sat up and slid behind him, softly massaging his tense shoulders. I leaned down, kissing his cheek tenderly making his body relax and a small smile arise upon his face.

"I'm sorry," I murmured quietly against the back of his neck. His brows furrowed and he turned around, gently tugging me onto his lap.

"Why are you sorry, princess?" He asked as he took my face between his hands, his thumbs gently brushing across my cheekbones.

"I'm sorry about what happened with your parents, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, no, it's fine, baby. I don't mind, I was just thinking, and it made me stressed. Nothing you did. You help me, you help me get what I'm thinking off my chest." He leant down suddenly and buried his face into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss to where my neck and shoulder meets.

My eyebrows rose. "Really?"

He nodded, "really. You're amazing to be around." I giggled softly, running my fingers through his hair. "What are you doing anyway?" I asked. His face was still in the crook of my neck and I was wondering why the hell he always does that.

"My wolf is breathing in your scent. It calms him," he murmured into my neck, making me shiver.

"My scent? What do I smell like?"

He smiled against my skin, "honey, vanilla and roses. You're mouth-watering."

I blushed, his arms tightening around my waist. He suddenly sat up, placing me on the bed next to him. I frowned and he took a deep breath, looking down.

"Baby, I have something to tell you..."