Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 23

Stella

I wake up to my gurgling stomach and frown once I realize where I am: alpha Raphael's estate.

The night was spent dreaming about Evan. We were

Stella

As I lie in the comfortable but unfamiliar bed in the middle of the night, I have this feeling I'm not alone.

I slowly open my eyes, blinking life into them.

The light on the bedside table is on, and I'm about to scream when I notice someone lying beside me in the bed. But before I get a word out, a hand is clamped over my mouth, and blue eyes peer into mine.

"It's me," Evan whispers, and I immediately calm down upon looking into his amused, handsome face. "Don't be scared."

He releases me, and I stare at him in bewilderment. "W-what... What are you doing here? H-how did you get in?"

Evan's eyes travel to the ceiling, and he smirks. "Do you really think an elf could challenge the prince of the vampires with her magic? I might not have lived forever, but... Part of me has. The darkness. There aren't many people with magic stronger than mine." My heart thumps faster. "Then you can get me out of here?"

His lips turn sad, and I become deathly still when he places his more giant hand over mine.

"I can't... It wouldn't be safe."

Disappointment fills my chest.

Part of me had hoped Evan would come and save me, and now it turns out he won't take me with him.

"Why?"

"Alpha Raphael has declared war upon the vampires, and you wouldn't be safe returning to Ashley's place. She thinks you're a traitor for staying here and doesn't know it's against your will."

I stare at him while leaning against my pillow. "You want me to stay here?"

"Alpha Raphael isn't hurting you, and I heard that elf speak with him earlier: they are allowing you to go to the Spring Festival."

I exhale. "I guess, but I don't like it here..."

"You don't?"

"No..."

His chuckle is soft, and his voice comes out teasing. "But you're a werewolf, Stella. I thought you would be happier with them. Is there a place where you would rather be?" "Yes!"

Evan widens his eyes, and I clamp my lips shut. Stupid, stupid, I have embarrassed myself again!

"I mean, I'm not sure where else I would go, but-"

I stop myself from speaking again. My heart is pounding, and Evan is smiling at me with a curious expression. "But what?"

I blush. "It feels silly to say it..."

He keeps his eyes on mine, placing a hand over my cheek to cup my face while we stare at each other.

My pulse is going super-fast, and Evan leans in out of nowhere.

The next thing I know, his pillowy lips are over mine. The move is so sudden, so unexpected, that I nearly blackout.

I'm so nervous I don't even kiss Evan back until he breaks away and smiles against my lips. "Remember to breathe, Stella."

My skin burns, and I mumble. "I'm trying."

He breathes a laugh at my shyness and shoves his warm, talented tongue back inside my mouth. Those hands touch my shoulders and then my breasts. It's enough to make me lose my inhibitions. I love it when he strokes my skin.

I love it when he breathes me in.

I push back, and I'm instantly rewarded by the taste of Evan. Today it's sweet mint bubblegum, and I can't get enough. All I want for my entire life is to just keep doing this.

I'm starved for him and need his body contact more than ever. Going from having no boyfriend to Evan is the same kind of shock as switching from leftovers to five-star dinners.

My hands wind up in his hair, into his silky black strands, as I push the vampire deeper and deeper into my mouth.

His kiss grows more passionate as he climbs over me and pins me down on the mattress with his muscular chest. His hard body is now over me, but I'm excited by his strength instead of feeling scared.

A sigh of lust escapes from my mouth into his. I want Evan, and my desperation for him is brewing inside me as we kiss each other. My hands grip his arms, and my fingers admire his muscles.

It sends a shudder through me, realizing this isn't a boy kissing me but a muscular grown-a*s man. And I love it. The groans and sounds of hunger coming from Evan turn me on.

It scares me how willing I am to give Evan whatever he wants: my blood, my p***y, or my whole being.

We kiss for what feels like forever, although there isn't a concept of time when I'm with Evan. I feel like I could keep nibbling and tasting his lips forever. Drown in his addicting scent and fall deeper into his eyes that seem to be a pit of bottomless desire. I'm unsure if I could stop kissing this gorgeous man even if the damn building was on fire.

The only problem is that I want him too much. I'm s*x deprived, clenching down there. I need to feel his chiseled body. But when I slip my hands under his t-shirt, he stops me.

Strong hands grip my wrists before Evan pulls himself off me and slumps down beside me in bed. His eyes are bloodshot red, and he is panting, looking as if he has just cheated death. I'm mortified.

Was it that terrible to have me trying to touch his abs?

"I'm... I'm so sorry!"

"No..." Evan shakes his head, inhaling. "You did nothing wrong, and don't you dare apologize."

Evan's eyes are red, and he is sweating. His erection is creating a massive bulge in his pants. He looks just as worked-up as I feel, which is why it baffles me that he stopped kissing me.

I'm unsure if I want to hear the answer, yet I ask, "Why did you pull away from me then?"

"I want you, trust me," Evan meets my eyes. "But I had to push back because I can't go wild here. When you touch me, I usually lose control. But this is alpha Raphael's house-I can't forget about the world and just drink your blood and f**k you here. That felt way too good, and I was a few seconds from just forgetting where we were."

"You're fine. It was just kissing."

His eyes narrow. "That was not just kissing, and you know it. I can smell your arousal from here."

I bite back a smile. "You're right... I guess it wasn't just kissing."

"You were starting to undress me."

"I just wanted to touch you," I admit. "You..."

Evan lifts an eyebrow, smirking. "Me?"

Gosh, why is my pulse suddenly in my head? My heart is pounding too! And why is Evan hanging on every word I say?!

"You're gorgeous!" I blurt out.

I feel uncomfortably hot, but to my surprise, Evan groans at my words. He gazes down into my eyes, so close that I get a waft of his scent. My heart is going boom-boom-boom.

"This is f*****g painful... You merely look at me, and I just... I'm desperate to kiss you again."

I inch closer, our lips almost brushing. "So kiss me?"

He leans away from me and pushes his lips to my ear. "Believe me, I want my hands all over you, Stella, but this isn't a good spot. I only came to check on you, and you've already made me hard." My eyes widen. "You're leaving me?"

Evan leans back from me again. "I have to, but... You're safe here, and we will see each other at the Spring Festival."

I frown. "But the weekend is so far away!"

His lips quirk up into a smile, and he fishes up a phone from his pocket. He hands it over to me, winking. "So sext me."

I snort in amusement. "No one would ever fear you if they knew how goofy you are."

Smirking, he says. "You're the only person I'm sweet with, Stella. And if you think I'm like this to everyone, you're delusional. I killed like thirty werewolves today-there is a lot of blood on my hands."

"But they chased you after promising not to, so it's their own fault..."

I'm not sure why I'm defending Evan. He looks surprised too. Yet I don't feel guilty about supporting his decision to kill.

"You really are an interesting werewolf," Evan rolls away from me on the bed, and I know he is about to teleport away. But before that happens, he gives me a seductive smile. "I doubt I'm your mate, Stella. But if you ever get tired of alpha Raphael, there is always the option of running away with me. I don't age as quickly-I would become the perfect trophy husband."

I laugh. "Trophy husband, huh?"

His tone turns humorous. "Wouldn't you like that?"

Smiling, I hum dramatically. "Hmm, I don't know? Do the abs stay?"

He snorts and lets his eyes roam over mine, and I fight the urge to reach and touch him. I want to beg him never to let go and stay with me forever, but I realize that isn't an option.

I wet my lips. "What happens if alpha Raphael is my mate?"

"Then I think your disgust for him will change into something resembling love before it's your birthday, and then... You fall for him completely. I've studied your kind, and that's usually what happens." "But your kind have mates too, right?"

"Yes, but..." Evan shrugs. "Vampires are heartless and reject each other if they don't deem their partner powerful enough."

"Then I could still reject Raphael?"

Evan pauses. "Would you do that for me?"

I take a deep breath, hesitating. "I... I don't know. The mate-bond is sacred, but..."

"You don't have to decide now," Evan says, giving me a weak smile. "Think about what you want."

A sad smile curls my lips. "Okay."

Loneliness wraps around my heart when Evan falls through a portal. I liked it better when he was here.

splashing in a lake, swimming and having fun. And after that kind of happy dream, it's a letdown to wake up here as a prisoner.

I hate this place.

With a gloomy feeling in my heart, I put on some nice clothes Leonora left on a chair. They are my size-she probably used magic to measure me when I was sleeping.

I won't complain. The jeans suit me, and I've always wanted to have a cut leather jacket. I think it fits my red hair, which I brush while opening the door to my room.

I'm relieved that the barrier doesn't keep me locked inside the room any longer and head downstairs. I can smell the scent of fresh toast, and I don't think alpha Raphael will starve me.

I slip into the kitchen and drag out a chair.

Alpha Raphael is sitting by the far end of the table, scrolling on his phone. He hands me a smile while Leonora serves him a plate of eggs, bacon, and baked goods.

"Here you go," Leonora says in an oddly sweet tone. I think she has a slight crush on the alpha who saved her life. "Enjoy your breakfast, master. I made everything from scratch." Raphael doesn't even look at her. He is far too busy focusing those green eyes on me.

It irks me that he is handsome.

"Thank you, Leonora."

Leonora smiles, happier than ever just to be acknowledged. She beams at her master for a long time before looking at me.

And then her demeanor changes faster than lightning.

Her mood immediately turns sour, and her eyes become unfriendly. The elf clearly doesn't like me.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Leonora hisses, unable to hide that she doesn't want me here.

"Leonora..." Raphael warns in a growl. "Speak in a friendlier tone to your future luna. Stella deserves your respect."

Leonora stares at Raphael in disbelief. Her lips are parted, and her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. That perfect elf appearance suddenly makes her look like a fallen angel.

"Why should I respect your damn mate when she doesn't treat you like her alpha?! Stella didn't even bow before entering the kitchen! Neither did she say good morning! I don't care what you think, but that-" Leonora points at me with a shaking hand. "Girl does not deserve my respect! She lacks werewolf code and manners!"

Raphael sends a cold glare at his elf. His chest swells, and his hand clenches around his phone. For a moment, I worry he will hurt Leonora despite her being a woman.

But luckily, Raphael doesn't get up from his seat.

Instead, he roars at Leonora.

"Stella was raised by vampires-do you honestly think it's weird for her to lack werewolf code and manners? Besides, she doesn't have to bow to me as the future luna. I will be fine with that as long as she listens to me and give birth to future children." Leonora's eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Before Stella came along, you said I would give birth to your children."

"That was before we knew I had a mate. And no offense... But a legendary silver wolf will give me more powerful children than you ever could, Leonora. It's important to keep the alpha line strong."

Hurt flashes over Leonora's face, and then she runs away. I watch her leave through the way I came from and grimace. This is so freaking awkward. Am I supposed to say anything?

I'm not in love with Raphael. I barely know the guy, but Leonora is definitely in love with him to the point she wishes to have his children and... s**t, I just watched them argue.

I wet my lips and let my gaze travel to Raphael. He sighs and massages his eyelids with his digits.

"Don't mind the elf. Leonora and her kind are very emotional. I've cared for her since we were little, and she seems to have imprinted on me. It's not her fault. Even my family likes her, and Leonora thought we would marry each other until I discovered you're my mate."

There is a bitter taste in my mouth. Leonora might hate me, but I feel bad for her. She clearly loves Raphael.

"Maybe you should marry Leonora? She seems more okay with turning into a soulless woman who is only good for giving birth."

"Is that what you think of us?" Raphael asks. His eyes are looking me up and down. "My pack doesn't respect women, and our females are soulless machines with only the purpose of bearing children?"

I narrow my eyes. "You said women aren't allowed to fight, and our purpose is to give birth to puppies. So yes, I don't believe there is equality in your pack."

"You're right. Females and men are treated differently."

"See!"

"But no one has ever complained."

"Really?"

"Yes, nursing and caring for our young is usually what female werewolves do without questioning it."

I glare at him, and Raphael rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, I didn't decide how a werewolf pack is run-the elders and my ancestors did. And do you really think it's such a bad thing to be home and take care of children? Most women happily let the men fight and make their decisions."

"I'm not most women," I glare daggers at him. "And even if there is nothing wrong with being a housewife, I don't want my future mate to make that decision for me."

"Wow, you must hate me-I can hear it in your tone."

"Hate is a strong word," I keep my eyes locked on his. The position of alpha doesn't frighten me. "I don't know you well enough for that."

"Then why do you keep pushing me away then? You're not even giving me a chance to get to know you."

"My main problem is that you just decide things without asking me. You're a total stranger to me, yet you've already dropped the bomb of wanting me to give birth to your pups." "Ah, so you want us to bond?"

"That's obviously how it goes in a relationship, but no, I don't want to get to know you because I'm not interested in you!"

Alpha Raphael slams the table before rising from his chair. I regret snapping at him the second he towers above me. Those green eyes are no longer patient but burning with inner rage.

"I'm trying to treat you kindly, Stella, but I'm about to lose my patience with how you're behaving. You're a spoiled brat even for having been raised as a servant. A wiser woman would be grateful that I had saved her from the vampires."

I know better than to speak and simply blink away tears when Raphael grabs my cheeks. He digs his finger into my face, forcing me to meet the smirk spreading over his lips.

"As the alpha, I take what I want and... Perhaps we have to share a bed for you to give up and yield? You look like the type of woman who needs to be properly f****d to listen to a man. And I would gladly f**k some manners into that mouth of yours." My eyes widen, and my heart slams against my ribcage. Raphael smirks and releases me.

"Eat whatever you may find inside the kitchen. I'm going to train with the warrior werewolves. Have a good day, Stella. Leonora might let you try some dresses later for the Spring Festival."

Raphael leaves the kitchen, and I catch my breath. Fear is circling inside my chest. The werewolves are supposed to be the good people, yet I'm not interested in sleeping with Raphael. I would rather die than have s*x with him.