Fallen Angel

Chapter 20 ~ Challenged

Chapter 20 ~ Challenged

Scott's warm embrace surrounded me, blocking everything else out as we sat together on the couch, the television playing away to itself in the background. Everyone had either gone to their rooms, or, in Matt and Damien's case, were researching more about Heaven and the ritual that Elijah and I were soon to be undertaking. After all the commotion, this was the first chance Scott and I had had to ourselves, and I didn't realise how truly desperately I needed just to sit in silence with him while hugging, until he wrapped me in his warm arms. My face rested on his shoulder as his laid in the crook of my neck, his warm breaths tickling my skin as he continued to inhale my scent, as if permanently ingraining it in his mind and nose. I perched partially in his lap, my arms hanging around his strong shoulders securely as his wrapped around my waist tightly, one of his hands rubbing up and down my spine, calming my anxiety and soothing the ache I felt in the arch of my back from being stood up most of the day.

"I don't want to leave you, and I'm admittedly scared, but I know I need to do this," I murmured softly against his hot skin, one of my hands taking to absentmindedly twirling through the soft locks at the base of his neck.

He sighed, making goosebumps form across my skin, "I know, I feel the same way, but if you and Elijah truly want to meet your parents, then this might be your only shot. And I'm scared too, but I trust Elijah to look out for you, and even though I'm terrified that you might get hurt in this trial, or even worse, but again, if you really want to do it, then I'm going to support you."

"Thank you for being so understanding about me wanting to do this, baby. It means so much to me," I smiled a small smile as I finally lifted my head up from his shoulder to gaze into his entrancing green eyes.

He chuckled lightly, "of course, baby, as long as it's a sane decision, then I'll support you in anything." He leant down and pressed his lips to mine softly for a moment before pulling away, tucking a loose tress of my hair behind my ear tenderly.

I giggled, "a sane decision?"

He laughed, "well I'm not going to support my mate and future wife becoming a stripper for money, for example."

I broke out into a fit of giggles, "becoming a stripper? I may be uneducated of many Earthly things, but I do know that, and I know I'm not going to do that."

"But you see my point!" He exclaimed, amusement clear in his eyes and I knew he was just teasing me. I leant back into him, reaching up so my lips hovered beside his ear.

"My body belongs to you, baby, no one else," I promised in a whisper, making his hands shift from around my waist to my hips, where he gently grasped and tugged me to straddle his lap. "I want no one else to touch my body like you do, or to know exactly what I like and how to make me fall apart beneath you in no time at all. I wouldn't want anyone else to know my sweet spot in that specific place on my neck, or that other thing that I love almost as much as sex with you. I belong to you, baby, there's no doubt about that."

"Fuck," Scott grunted, his hands now gripping my thighs tightly. "And I belong to you too, baby girl, so utterly and completely. Can we please go up to the bedroom?" He begged, making me smile with pride that I did this to my mate.

"I thought you'd never ask," I teased and he groaned, instantly standing up with me clinging to him, my legs wrapped around his waist securely. He started out of the living room and towards the stairs when we saw Elijah casually strolling out of the kitchen. He glanced up and saw us, before making a face and turning to return to the kitchen.

"One; ew, and two; I swear to God that if I hear you, I will scream this house down," he called over his shoulder and I giggled, but Scott just continued upstairs and into our allocated bedroom, where he made sure I knew who I belonged to.