Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 111

Greta

"Kit..." I repeat with my shaking hand locked around the door handle. My heart won't stop pounding. "This is the first time I'm meeting you, so why do you feel so familiar?" The look on his face holds longing and yearning. He looks gentle for a man so freakishly large. "Because we have met before."

What?

I don't remember meeting him!

I step back, but a cold wind pushes me forward, and the door closes behind my back. What the heck?!

Fear rushes into my veins, and I hold my breath. "I don't remember meeting you at all!"

"But I do," his voice is soft. "And please don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, Greta."

"You know my name?"

He laughs. "How could I forget?"

Kit stands up, and tails sprout out from behind him at the same time. His fur is beautifully white, making him look like royalty. I even notice ears on the top of his head. I can't peel my eyes off of him.

Smooth skin.

Tall body.

Muscles for days.

Gorgeous.

"How do you remember me?" I ask.

"We met in another timeline."

My pulse hammers in my ears. "But how... How can you remember something like that?"

His lush lips part. "Because I'm a special kind of demon. Also, the past and the future are connected. I'm hoping this one will be the true and final timeline."

My eyes widen at his words, and I crane my neck to keep eye contact with my mate. The bond is zapping between us like lightning, giving heat to my cheeks.

"You're... You're aware of history changing itself? You're conscious of the different timelines?"

He is coming closer still, leaving only a foot between us as he peers down into my face with curious eyes.

"Yes... I'm a thousand-year-old fox demon. I might not be a fighter, but my lives are connected. I must live a hundred years in one timeline to add another tail to my body."

I squint my eyes, noticing a tenth tail is growing in the middle of the nine tails Kit already possesses.

"I didn't realize you..." the words die in my throat when Kit smiles at me. He is beautiful enough to make me dizzy.

"You didn't realize what?"

I force out the words. "That you're a demon..."

"Oh," Kit's yellow eyes are blazing with heat. "You don't have to fear me. I might be a demon, but I'm not a bad one. Not to you."

"Aren't all demons bad?"

"No," he breathes a laugh. "We just want to live... But it seems even that is impossible in this world."

"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Is your life in danger or something?"

"One could say that," Kit smiles again. "The moon goddess doesn't like demons, and if Rebecca mates with William, I'm sure the last guardian of time will wind up with the mission to kill us." I squint my eyes. "The last guardian of time? I don't understand what you're talking about... Are the more people like Rebecca?"

"That's precisely what I'm saying."

"And they will kill you?"

"Try to... But I think the moon goddess is wrong about what needs to be done here."

"How so?"

"Light can't exist without darkness. There needs to be a balance, but the moon goddess thinks we, the demons, are growing too powerful to exist in her world. She sees us as a pest." "Is that so?"

"Yes, and if Rebecca doesn't finish the mission she was given, the last guardian of time will be given the task of finishing what Rebecca couldn't do-kill William. The prince of the demons." "William is the prince?"

"Yes. There is a king of the demons, and he is way worse but enough about that..."

Kit inches closer and dips down. I flatten myself against the wall, pinned into place by his enormous chest. His arms rest on the walls on either side of me, and his eyes focus on mine.

"In the other timeline, you saved my life," Kit's voice is a whisper, yet it holds enough emotion to bring me to my knees. "And it was the only time I could find you, my mate." "We only met once?"

"Yes," Kit gently cups my cheek, and I feel his exhalation on my skin while his eyes roam over my face. "I was never able to have you, kiss you, and mate with you in that timeline. And when I died and my memories mixed with this version of me, I thought I had lost you forever. I didn't think the mate-bond would blossom between us again."

My heart is drumming too fast. "Timelines are confusing..."

"They are," he agrees with a smile and leans in close enough to brush his nose against mine. He smells like cherry trees and kisses the bridge of my nose. "I waited for you... And I could have waited forever, but I'm glad I didn't have to."

I swallow audibly. "I really have no idea what you're saying."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Kit holds my gaze. "I'm saying I still regret every word I didn't tell you: I like you, want to be with you, and I can see a future with you."

I stare at him, and he breathes a sad laugh. "I'm probably freaking you out right now, huh?"

"A little bit, but..." I study him, absorbing the yearning in his eyes, the heat, and the burning flames. "I can tell you like me a lot, and it makes me sad I don't remember anything about you."

"Don't be sad," Kit whispers. "We never got that far either way. You and I never got into a relationship and simply looking at you like this makes me happy," he touches the sensitive skin on the side of my eye. "You have a little mole right here that I love. Seeing it is enough to make me smile. I've really missed seeing your face."

My heart flutters. "You're sweet."

He grins. "I'm only sweet with you and grumpy and mean with everyone else. You're special."

I smile and stand on my tiptoes. Kit blinks in confusion and freezes when my lips brush against his. It's a quick kiss, yet enough of a tease to make my senses go wild.

When I lean away from him, I want more. Kit stares at me like I've grown three heads, and I smile radiantly at him.

"I might not remember you, but you're still my mate, right?"

He blinks slowly. "Right."

"So I'm allowed to kiss you."

His expression retakes its confidence, and I shriek in surprise when I'm grabbed and hoisted off the floor. Kit hugs me, and his soft tails flounder around him to show his happiness.

I relax in his arms, squeezing his bicep. "Okay, you're hot."

Kit snorts in amusement. "So honest."

"More like high on the mate-bond."

"I like it."

"And I like you."

He growls. "Keep saying stuff like that, and this will lead to more than me just kissing you."

"Do you want to do more than kiss me?"

"Of course, I want to do more than kissing with you; I want to mark and make you mine, Greta," Kit promises me before bringing me to his large king-sized bed. He lays me down softly and climbs over me. "Is that alright with you?"

I can't keep myself from laughing. Kit is hot and attractive. I like his appearance, and I can tell he also has a sweet personality, but am I a slut if I accept him straight away?

"This is crazy! We just met!"

The mattress dips under his weight. "And?"

"And..." I bite my lower lip, unable to repress the smile spreading over my lips upon looking up at him. "And what the heck? Let's skip the whole chase and the game-mark me! Make me yours!" His smile is wolflike. "With pleasure."