Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 49

Stella

"Wait, what do you mean you're not going to return the favor?" I exclaim and glare at Evan.

He is currently slipping back into his washed-out jeans. "You heard me."

My eyes narrow. "But you liked me sucking you!"

"Too much, yeah," Evan agrees, looking down at me, the tall f*****g vampire son of a gun. "That's why I'm letting you live. But you should leave here soon. I have things to do."

I gasp. "So you're just going to kick me out?"

"Yes."

Anger rises to my chest. "The least you could do is help me with my damn lady boner! I swallowed for your sake!"

"Very sexy."

Oh-my-god!

I'm fuming!

Is that his only response?

"You're such an a*****e!"

"Yes, I am," Evan's eyes travel back to mine. The bastard is even daring to smirk in my direction. "I have no reason to fall in love with you, and I don't do romance, but I must admit you're interesting." My cheeks turn molten, and my voice grows sad. "You don't even like me the tiniest amount?"

"I didn't say that I don't like you."

"But you don't like me-that's obvious... You're just... You just used me to get what you wanted. s*x!"

He shrugs. "I did."

"Despite my memories of you and I in the past? F**k... I bet you didn't believe a single word I told you."

"The memories you have... I believe they are real, little wolf. But your lover-boy Evan and I don't share the same history. I haven't experienced what he has, and that's why I don't-"

I hiccup, and Evan turns silent. I don't want to cry, not for this i***t. Yet tears drip down on the floor.

My chest feels way too tight for my heart. Pain is throbbing inside me, and Evan hesitates to speak upon seeing me trying to hold back the entire goddamn ocean.

s**t.

I can't help but sob. "We were flirting a minute ago, and now... You're already turning back into your a*****e self!"

"Stella-"

"No, don't give me any of that 'Stella' bullshit!"

"But-"

"No! I don't want to hear it!"

Evan sighs heavily. "Okay, I honestly don't think that we are mates..."

Seriously?!

I stand up from the chair and march over to Evan, frowning upon noticing he is way taller than me. So I walk back to the table and drag the chair over to the clueless idiot. "What are you doing?" Evan asks.

Mumbling to myself, I stand on the chair, so we are eye-to-f*****g-eye, and then I grab his perfect, sculpted cheekbones. f**k him for being so damn beautiful. He is a bastard.

"Listen to me," I'm growling at him. "You and I are mates, whether you like it or not, which means that you're mine. But if you keep treating me like I mean nothing to you, I will make your life hell." To my surprise, his lips curl into a smile. "I get it now-you get mad when you don't get to finish."

My face flushes hot. "No, that's not-"

I inhale sharply when his hands grip my jeans. Evan's playful eyes are caught in mine, and he carefully pulls down my pants.

"Now... Do you admit you're cranky because I didn't give you what you wanted, dear future mate?"

My IQ returns when I hear the teasing ring of his tone, and I glare daggers at his stupid face. "No."

His smile grows. "No?"

I'm really beginning to hate how attractive he is.

Yet I mutter. "No."

"So stubborn... Such a shame..."

Evan's fingers are skillfully massaging my clit even though my underwear is on-he is such a tease. His strokes and movement are tantalizingly slow and deliberate. He is a man who knows what he is doing. "If you would admit what you want from me, I would give it to you without questions asked, Stella. Do you know why?"

I swallow thickly. I'm so wet that my underwear is soaked, yet Evan is showing no sign of intention to stop teasing me. In fact, he is rubbing my c**t with a little more pressure.

It feels incredible even through the fabric.

A moan threatens to spill out from my throat, and Evan dips down to place searing, hot kisses on my pelvis bone. His tongue is wet and teasing, deliberately not going where I need it.

"Tell me what you want, Stella..." Evan speaks against my skin, flickering those eyelashes to meet my eyes. "Do you want me to go down on you? Should I eat out your p***y? Is that what you want?"

My response is a shuddery breath. I'm experiencing goosebumps, and my legs are growing weaker.

f**k Evan.

"No... That's not..." I suck air into my lungs, moaning when Evan cups my wet cunt. I'm so damn horny. But I'm trying to stay strong. "I don't want you to go down on me..."

Beyond aroused, Evan makes it worse by yanking down my underwear. Cold air surges between my legs, and then tongue- "Oh-my-god!"

I'm suddenly experiencing trouble standing straight. Evan uses his entire face to lick me, s**k me, and do fantastic things to my p***y.

I shake a little.

Convulse.

But Evan is there to hold me still and keep his talented mouth on my clit. It feels too great! I can't help those "ahh ahhh ahhh" sounds leaving my mouth as he turns more violent. Nothing is sexier than seeing this bastard between my legs.

I'm just beginning to climb that ladder, but right then, Evan leans back to smirk up at me.

"So, is this what you wanted?"

"No, don't you f*****g dare stop eating me out now!" I hiss at him. "I want you working down there!"

My p***y is beyond wet. It's throbbing, vibrating, begging to be loved and pleasured by Evan's mouth.

Too bad he isn't doing anything.

Those blue eyes are set on mine. "Beg for it, Stella."

I swallow thickly.

He smiles. "Beg me to eat you out, and I finish the job, little wolf."

I wish I had the strength to tell Evan no, but I'm too goddamn aroused and desperate for his tongue. My p***y is filled with need, and I'm close to crying and...

"Please," I look into his eyes. "I beg you to go down on me. I need you, Evan, and yes... I was cranky because I need you."

Satisfied, Evan smirks before returning to eat me out. My legs buckle, and I moan louder. I can no longer stand, but Evan, bless his soul, lifts me up on the kitchen table.

I'm down on my back, and he is between my legs, not shy in the slightest to devour my clit and wetness.

I think it might be the sexiest view in my entire life.

My eyes stay glued to the muscular and hot vampire, but soon I'm forced to tilt my head back. His fingers are inside me, and those teeth are biting into my thigh, filling me with pleasure toxins.

"You're gorgeous," Evan says, licking me with slower strikes only to drag out the pleasure before I come. "But you're wrong-I like you, I like you a lot, little wolf. It's only been an hour, and yet I can already see that you're special..." he sucks me. "Intelligent," he kisses me. "Beautiful." Oh-my-god, he is planning to ruin me with words!

I shut my eyes, moaning loudly. Evan is back to his faster, more rough pace, and I trash back and forth on the table.

I'm in heaven.

And soon, I can't hold back.

I bite my lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet, but it doesn't work.

No. I'm a loud girl and soon have to shout out Evan's name. I'm clenching down there, and tingles are spreading over my skin.

How much more can I handle before he makes me come...

The answer?

I can't handle more.

My o****m ripples over me, and I moan, and I moan, "Oh-my-f*****g good... So good... Ahh... Ahh..."

Evan is there to lick up every last drop of my wetness. His hands are gripping my thighs, and that tongue is greedily washing me clean, making sure nothing is left.

When he is done, his heated gaze meets mine. There is possession in it, and I realize I must have hit a switch.

But I don't know if it's any good.

Especially when Evan says, "You belong to me."