Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 127

Nora

I'm downing my second cup of coffee inside Leo's kitchen, and I'm still not feeling awake. My eyelids are puffy from crying. I thought Leo liked me, but now I'm unsure what I believe. I blink a couple of times, trying to ward off my sleepiness. It doesn't work, but my eyes get blown up the second Leo strolls into the kitchen without any clothes.

Holy banana.

My attention falls to his morning wood. Even though I should look away, it's impossible. I've had that thing inside me, yet the size doesn't fail to make my jaw slack to the ground. Leo is both long and thick.

Hard.

Delicious.

Even though I should hate the guy for manipulating me, desire bursts to life inside my panties.

I stare at his broad, muscled back as he opens the fridge, and Leo must sense that he isn't alone because he slowly turns around. Those green eyes meet mine, and he seems to hold his breath. "You're still here."

I swallow thickly. "Should I not be?"

His lips tip up by the corners, and his expression turns into the image of hesitation.

"No... I just... I didn't think you would stay."

"Well, it would be embarrassing to show up at my brother's place one day after the wedding... So... Here I am."

His eyes seem to glimmer. "Do you hate me?"

"Hate is a strong word," I need to stop staring at his package and those delicious abs of his. "I'm... Disappointed."

"Ouch," Leo grimaces. "That's worse."

"Yeah..." I clear my throat. "Anyway, shouldn't you put anything on? Maybe a shirt? Boxers?"

"Why?" A knowing smirk spreads over his lips. The bastard knows he is pretty and isn't scared to gloat. "This is my house, is it not?" guess..."

"I

"I like waltzing around naked," Leo drinks milk straight out of the carton, and his morning wood is still there, slapping his lower abs. He is hung as a bull. "And I'm hitting the shower."

I really need to stop gawking that thing.

My obsession with his rod is becoming embarrassing. It takes effort to look away from Leo, but I must do it. The smirk lifting the edges of his lips tells me he knows exactly how attractive I find him. "You could join me in the shower," Leo shrugs. "You might dislike me, but hey, they say hate s*x with your enemy is the best."

The offer is tempting, but I manage to shake my head. He has already managed to break my heart, and I should stay away from him. The waters are muddied enough already.

I have to be cautious.

"No, I'm going to drink some water and go for a long walk. It will do me some good. Clear my head."

"Do you need to clear it?"

Yes, from my dirty thoughts of you. "I guess..."

Leo stalks closer to my chair. I'm unsure what he is doing, but I sit painfully straight when he walks into my personal space.

He lifts my chin with the fingers on his right hand and rests the other palm on the wall. I'm suddenly caged with all his brawny strength, forced to meet his dreamy eyes.

Most of all, I want to dip down my head, lick his bulging biceps, and wrap my legs around his tapered waist. But that is the [**t talking, and I intend to fight it.

"Last night was amazing," Leo says with a facial expression so focused that I experience shivers. Even his voice is low. Seductive. "I'm sorry you found out the truth, but... The s*x was great."

My eyes narrow. "You really haven't changed, have you? You were only pretending to be sweet. But in reality, you're heartless."

"You wound me," Leo chuckles. "I can be sweet, Nora, and I wasn't pretending with you."

I glare at him. "Doubtful."

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe you say anything to get what you want."

His lips curl higher. "You think so little of me."

Arousal floods me when he leans even closer. Those lips are suddenly inches from mine, and his lids lower. It would be so easy to kiss him. Forget he hurt me. But I have pride.

I jump down from the chair and push at Leo's broad chest. It's unnerving being smaller than him, but he does get the point of moving to the side to let me pass.

"You going somewhere?" He asks.

The answer is yes.

I need perspective, which is impossible when he's invading my personal space. It's only now that I realize just how dangerous my hot husband is.

Was there really a time when I foolishly thought Leo liked me?

Ha!

Leo is out of my league, and like every werewolf girl in town, I'm naïve and an easy victim because I secretly hoped he loved me.

Not anymore, for I know the truth: Leo is evil.

"Yeah," I look up into his face, cursing his good looks and the adorable way he peers down at me. "I need to grab some fresh air."

His lips twitch to the side, forming a crooked smile. "Can I come?"

"Why?"

He shrugs. "I'm still your husband."

I glare up at him. "I need some time alone. I will come back later to spend the night, okay?"

"In the same bed?"

Seriously?

"No!" I exclaim with furrowed eyebrows. Anger is rising in my chest, and so is irritation. "You hurt my feelings, okay? What you did wasn't cool. I understand you want to save the world, Leo, but toying with my heart wasn't very nice." He appears perplexed, uncertain of what to do or say. Those eyes are filled with thoughts, and he opens his lips to speak but closes them. His shoulders slump, and I sigh.

"Look, you don't have to say anything. I blame myself for thinking you liked me... And I was a fool for doing that because... Because we have always been unable to tolerate each other, and nothing has really changed despite the mate-bond." "Oh?" Leo arches a thick eyebrow. "You think nothing has changed between us? Really? Is that how you feel?" A bitter laugh leaves his pouty, lush lips. "What happened to our plans of starting over?"

"You tell me," I narrow my eyes at him, uncaring of him being an alpha. I'm not afraid to give him a piece of my mind. "You're the one who said you had always liked me and then admitted to having played with me to get what you wanted: us finishing the mate- bond."

Leo grunts in annoyance, huffing. "But it's not like you like me either, so your feelings can't honestly be that hurt."

"Yes, but I was paving the way for the possibility of falling for you, your sweet fake persona, and your ridiculously hot body. Seriously, how do you even look like that?" I gesticulate at his abs and body. "You look like a Ken Doll!"

"I never faked anything, though, and I was kind of-" Leo trails off and stares at me. Gaping mouth and everything. "Wait. Why the heck are you touching my abs?"

"How could I not?!" I growl. "You're right there, in my face, naked! And we are full-fledged mates, you i***t! It is rather impossible to keep my stupid hands off your body!"

Leo stares at my hand, then mumbles something and groans as if in physical pain. Exhaling, he removes my hand from his abs and takes a deep calming breath which seems to do nothing.

The little vein is still visible on his forehead, and his eyes are still blazing with anger. "You should go on your walk before I push you up against the wall and take you here and now."

His words send a spike of heat through me. "That thing about saving yourself for your mate?"

"Was not a lie," Leo growls. "The part about liking you? Not a lie. But progressing too fast? I'm guilty of that."

"So you like me?"

"Yes, but it's a hate-love relationship."

I snort. "I feel that... I both loathe and like you."

"Why do you loathe me?"

"There are plenty of reasons."

He tilts his head with curiosity dancing in his eyes, and when his voice comes out, it's all gravelly. "Name one."

"Your inability to just tell me what you're thinking is so annoying. You say you like me, then you admit to playing with my heart... You're just so freaking confusing, Leo." "Oh yeah?"

He steps forward, backing me up against the wall. My heart hammers in my chest. There is nothing short of frightening being approached by almost seven feet of alpha.

I gulp. "Y-yeah..."

"Well, I want you..." Leo says those words without smirking, smiling, or even letting a single emotion crack onto his face. His eyes are darkened with l**t. Not love. Only desire. "And do you know what I find annoying about you, Nora?" I'm pinned to the wall, kept in place by his arm, forming two fences on either side of me. He peers down at my face, so much taller and bigger than me that my throat feels drier than sand.

I'm intimidated.

But also so goddamn aroused.

I suck in oxygen, breathing my question. "What?"

His eyes never leave mine. "I find it annoying that you're unable to admit that you want me."