Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 47

Stella

Sometimes you have to ask yourself, "Are you a mouse or a woman?" and take the bull by the horns. Evan isn't going to do anything.

He is frozen in motion, and my heart hammers inside my chest because I'm about to do something crazy.

I aim and use my legs to jump over him.

Ashley and her friends shriek behind me while I use every bit of strength to press Evan down on his back in the grass. He might be bigger than me, but the vampire is too shocked to react. "S-Stella attacked Evan?!"

"Has she gone insane?"

I ignore their voices, knowing Evan will return from his paralyzed state soon. His eyes are blown wide, and he is barely breathing. I grip his wrist and lean down to kiss him. Crazy, right?

But we had chemistry before-it should still be there, right?

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him as if my life depends on it; correction, it does depend on it. Behind me, I hear the vampire girls' audible gasps, yet I don't move away.

My eyes shut by instinct, and I kiss Evan harder, pressing myself against his broad chest-trying to force his lips apart with my tongue. It's not until I open my eyes that I realize he isn't kissing me back. Oh no.

No-no-no!

I break away from his lips and sit up, noticing Evan staring at me with wide, confused eyes. Should I run? The girls are deathly silent, and sadness overwhelms me. Was it a stupid idea to kiss Evan?

Have I ruined everything now?

"I'm... Shit... I'm so sorry..." I stammer in a frightened tone. "I thought that if I kiss you...that if I..." I take a deep breath, letting my tears fall down Evan's chest. "I'm so sorry, Evan..."

I glance behind me, wondering if I should stand up. Ashley and her friends aren't laughing. They are frozen in place, probably counting the seconds before Evan kills me.

Nervously, I turn to face Evan again, smiling sadly. "I will... I will stand up and let you breathe... I'm really sorry for attacking you and-"

Without a word, Evan pulls me back down to his lips.

Wait, what?!

Shock seeps into my bones when his lips suffocate me with a long, passionate kiss. I can feel his mouth upturned into a smirk as he tastes my mouth and kisses me like there is no tomorrow. I lack words...

What the heck is happening?!

My palm flattens against Evan's chest before I grab his t-shirt, scrunching the material in the palm of my hand as he nibbles on my lower lip.

Those eyes of his aren't kind like I'm used to. They are filled with mischief and darkness but also curiosity.

He looks like a predator.

It makes me wonder what he is up to, and I buzz with nervous energy when Evan leans away from me. Yet he doesn't make a move to throw me off his lap. Instead, he wraps one arm around me. "What are you all staring at?" Evan asks calmly.

Since I know him, I recognize his tone; he is amused by the situation but trying to use sarcasm to chase them away.

Ashley is the first one to speak. "H-hello Evan... That werewolf... She... She belongs to me."

c*****g his head to one side, Evan studies me thoughtfully. "And this werewolf, she is the rumored silver wolf?"

I remember this. The first time I met Evan, he asked Ashley this question and grabbed my hand to look inside my head. Will he do it again?

I expect him to take my hand, but he doesn't. His eyes are on Ashley while his hand rests on the small of my back.

"Yes, the Snowflake pack wants to recruit her," Ashley says without interest in her voice. "They think she is special because of her coat, but I think that's bullshit. Anyway, can I have her back?" Evan opens his mouth but blinks in confusion when I tighten my hold of his t-shirt. I blush and give him a tight-lipped smile. I didn't even realize until now that I was clutching the fabric. Surprisingly, he makes no move to bite off my head. In fact, I think I see a brief amused smile cross his lips. But when I stare harder, Evan is back to looking at Ashley.

"I'm going to borrow your werewolf," Evan says and wraps his arms around me. Before I know it, I'm carried princess-style.

"But you can't do that!" Ashley exclaims. "She is my servant-"

Evan tilts his head with a scary expression. His eyes are red, and he tilts his head challengingly.

"Are you questioning your own prince?" Evan asks. "Because I wouldn't mind snapping your neck, Ashley. In fact, now that I think about it, perhaps you deserve to die?" My heart stops.

What does he mean by saying Ashley deserves it?

I look at the girls.

Ashley's face has turned pale, and she backs up. Whitney and Julia bow their heads, and Ashley soon does the same.

Everyone is frightened by Evan's words, including me, because I have no idea what is happening. Evan is a total wildcard. There is no affection in his gaze when he looks at me, but... Shit.

What if he wishes to bring me home so he can kill me in private?

Drink all of my blood?!

It makes a lot of sense!

"I'm sorry, my lord," Ashley whispers in a frightened tone. "Of course, you may borrow my servant."

No-no-no!

What is she doing?!

Fight for me, Ashley!

I don't want to be borrowed anymore! This was a dumb idea-Evan is going to murder me! I can see it in his eyes! And that curl to his lip; he is definitely planning to drink my veins empty of blood! "Thank you," Evan throws me higher up his chest, adjusts his grip, and seems to bite back a smile upon meeting my scared eyes. "I will be taking this one home then."

Why does he look so amused?!

Ashley gasps. "Uh, wait, what? You're taking her home?! You can't do that, Evan! I need her later! Stella is supposed to do my homework!"

Evan pauses. "She does your homework?"

"Yes."

"Without complaining?"

"Yes, or else she gets beaten to a pulp."

"Does she cook for you too?"

"All the time."

"And yet you're beating her?"

Ashley stares at him, confused by his questions. "Huh?"

"Does she do anything else for you?"

"Of course!" Ashley laughs, probably as confused as me by Evan's strange questions. "As I said, Stella is my servant: that filthy little mutt does everything for me!"

Silently, Evan narrows his eyes with anger ticking against his jaw. I've seen this expression before-right before he murdered Logan.

He calmly sets me down on the ground, surprisingly gentle in how he handles me. It's a bit bewildering.

"Give me a moment," Evan says, placing his hands on my shoulders. He turns me around to not face Ashley, and soon his hot breath is on my ear as he whispers. "Whatever you do, don't turn around."

I'm not sure why he is asking me this, but I don't even have a chance to object or ask him what he intends to do.

Evan is gone in the blink of an eye, and I hear a gasp and a tearing sound behind me. Shudders creep up my spine, especially when Ashley's severed head is thrown into the sky.

What.

The.

Heck.

Ashley's head lands in the middle of the field.

Shocked, I turn around to find Evan cleaning his hand with a wet wipe. He looks unbothered by Ashley's body coloring the grass red.

"Such an annoying vampire that one... Now, you two," Evan looks at Whitney and then at Julia. "Clean up here, will you? I wouldn't want anyone to find that body," he glances at a few horrified passersby and rakes his fingers through his hair. "And compel those humans to forget whatever they may have seen. Okay?"

The girls silently nod, and Evan hands them a sunny fake smile before giving me his attention. The red colors of his eyes turn blue, yet I can't help but be frightened by him approaching me.

It hits me harder now that Evan is huge, built like an alpha more than a slender vampire. All broad shoulders and solid muscle. Intimidating height and unyielding lines. Intense eyebrows. I gulp and crane my neck to keep facing him.

He is beautiful.

Yet incredibly scary.

"Now, little wolf, should we continue where we left off?"

His voice is silky smooth, and my heart runs wild.

Evan places a hand on my shoulder, and I repress the urge to falter. I don't know what he is plotting, but I stand deathly still as he runs his cold finger over a bruise on my arm. His eyes find mine, and before I know it, he swoops down to pick me back up into his strong arms.