Page 20 of Guarded By Death

He begins slowly walking back towards the loud house. "I guess I can go find her again.” I yank his large arm back and a glimmer of humor flakes in his emerald eyes. "I was just kidding,” he assures me, a hint of a smile left on his full lips.

He holds my hand again and once we are out of view, he opens his arms wide. I gravitate towards his embrace and he wraps me in a tight hug. He looks around one good time and checks to make sure no one is around, then I squeeze my eyes shut against his broad chest.

The distant music is gone, and I inhale the familiar scent of Liv's house, vanilla and cedar. I look up and we're standing in her living room, it's quiet besides the soft winds rustling the large trees outside the windows. The room is dimly lit by the warm lights of the lamp.

"I don't think I can ever get used to that," I gulp.

When I look up at Pierce I drink in his hungry expression. I nervously laugh as he gently backs me into a wall. Eying me up and down. I shiver as I feel his hot breath down my neck. He's standing so close.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is deep, but his eyes are filled with the familiar concern he has when he looks at me.

"I.. just wanted to have fun." I say quietly, looking up through batted lashes. My breathing quickens from the feel of our bodies being so close.

"I wasn't going to follow you tonight; I knew if you needed me, I would sense it. But when I saw you in that dress." With a featherlight touch, his fingertips trail the thin material of my dress. I turn my face down to blanket my flushed cheeks with my hair. His fingers wrap around my chin, and he lifts my line of sight to his. "And then the way he hugged you... I knew I couldn't let you be around all of thoseboyslike that." He tries to hide his anger under a half-smirk.

"I thought you were just around to protect me, Pierce? Why are you acting like a boyfriend?" My voice is demanding, I need to know how he feels, him acting this way is confusing me. "You told me last night that you could never... Well, I'm not sure what you were trying to say but I get the point that you're not interested in me like that." My voice is small, hiding my embarrassment.

He throws his head back in a deep laugh, then he cranes his neck down, lowering it so when he speaks his warm breath tingles against my neck. "Is that what you want Scarlett? The Angel of Death interested in you?" he inquires in a mocking tone.

I shrug. "You seem human enough to me."

"I'm a monster! I’ve done horrible things. I, of course, would never hurt you. But that doesn't change what I am," he scoffs, his eyes growing dark.

I bring my palm to his clenched jaw. "From the second you saw me, you've done nothing but keep me safe. You are a good person.”

"Person?" he sneers.

"Tell me what you want to say, please Pierce," I beg.

"Scar, I can't..." He’s hesitant as he steps away from me. I shiver when a wave of cool air rolls over me from his absence.

I step towards him. "You can't what?"

He bows his head, biting his bottom lip. "I can't see you with him, I... I know it's not natural but I'm too selfish. I want you to myself," he demands as he brushes his fingers against my cheek. My body is on fire. I’ve never felt this way, maybe it's the alcohol?

He brings his face inches from mine and I have to look nearly straight up to meet his striking gaze. "Do you feel the same way?" he asks as his emerald eyes bore into mine. I'm thankful they've softened.

I do, I do. But I can't seem to make the words come out, so I nod slowly.

"No, I need to hear it," he gently orders.

"I feel something Pierce, I don't know wh-" He cuts me off when his lips crash into mine.

We get lost in each other, melting together as he easily lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his tone back. Our mouths are still intertwined as he walks to the couch, he gently lowers me against the soft padding.

It feels natural, the way we kiss. The way his tongue dives with mine, dancing together in a heated passionate waltz. When I'm in this position with him hovering above me, I realize how massive he is. He can barely fit on this couch and it's not a small one.

His hands greedily wander around my body and I can’t help the small gasp of breath that escapes my swollen lips from his firm, confident grip.

He trails kisses from my jawline down to my neck. I muster up the courage to sink my hands under his shirt, but when I curl my fingers around the fabric to lift it off he pulls away.

He plants a small kiss on my forehead. "You're drunk, Scar," he states.

"I'm sober now!" I lie, ignoring the pleading tone of my voice begging for him to come back.

He lets out a chuckle. "Right." He stands, extending his hand to me. I place mine in his and he securely wraps his fingers around mine, leading me to the guest room.

"Get in," he insists, gesturing to the large, four poster bed against the back wall. My heart rate picks up, having never slept with a guy before but I already know with Pierce, I would feel so safe. I lift the thick white comforter back and slide into the soft bedding. I look up to him as he stands next to the bed. His fingers curl over the blanket and he pulls it up, covering me.

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