Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 7

Stella

My mind has screeched to an abrupt stop, and every little breath comes out raspy and loud. Evan is glaring at me, searching my eyes with an expression that screams murder. It gives wake to fear.

I've seen the large vampire rip off the head of an alpha, and I've witnessed him fight. Evan is powerful and could quickly end me. Is this a fight or flight moment? My eyes widen when Evan grips my wrist. "Come with me."

He pulls me forward, sending a glare Raphael's way before leading me toward the school's entrance.

I have no idea what Evan is planning on doing to me. Kill me where nobody can watch him? My throat turns dry, and my heart tries to hammer its way out through my chest.

Evan tilts his head to make the locked door to the school open. I'm guessing he used his magic. I don't give it much thought because I'm soon pushed into the lockers.

Items fly down on the floor, and I wince when I see the downright seething expression on Evan's face. A part of me thought Evan, somewhere deep inside, knew it was me texting with him. But now it's clear that he didn't have a clue. Evan smirked at me when he caught me checking him out because he wanted to use it against me-not because he was interested. That knowledge makes tears sting behind my eyelids.

I bravely lift my chin. "So get on with it then."

Evan narrows his eyes. "Get on with what?"

"Laugh at me!" I snap at him. "Or hit me. I don't know why you dragged me inside the school, but I imagine your intentions aren't good! I'm Ashley's pet, and I bet that you're disgusted-"

Evan dips his head to kiss the words from my lips. It makes my eyes widen while everything stops. Time seems irrelevant, and I can't think, breathe, or function-the world as I know it shatters to pieces.

I'm dominated by Evan's tongue, pressed into the lockers by his bulging, intimidating biceps. He takes, and he tastes me, kissing me so hard I can feel my toes curl in my shoes. What is happening?

Confusion buzzes in my brain, especially when Evan leans away to regard me with sullen eyes. Even though we just engaged in a hot kiss that felt like heaven, he glares at me like he hates me.

"You even taste good," Evan mutters. His lips are inches from mine, and his eyes are blazingly red, angry. "F**k... This wasn't supposed to happen. You're a dirty werewolf, yet I can't get enough."

Evan cups my cheek and stares deeply into my eyes. Heat and flames seem to surround us. I want more. So much more. I'm standing on my tip-toes to lessen the height difference between us, and it bewilders me how I want Evan to kiss me again. I gather courage. "So kiss me."

Evan's lips twitch. His thumb graces my bottom lip, and his eyes find mine once more. "If the other vampires knew I was making out with Ashley's servant, my life would be over."

Disappointment fills my chest until Evan dips down yet again. He is closer than ever, smirking at me. "So this will remain our dirty little secret. If you tell anyone, consider yourself dead."

I swallow thickly. "I won't tell anyone."

"Good."

His lips claim mine again, and I mewl into his mouth. My eyes close by instinct, but I open them in panic when Evan zips up my jacket and let it fall to the floor.

I break from his lips with my heart in my throat. "W-what are you doing?"

He arches an eyebrow as if the answer should be obvious. "Taking off your clothes?"

A blush spreads between my ears. "Oh..."

It dawns on Evan then, and he breathes a laugh. "You didn't seriously think I would only kiss you?"

My answer is to shyly nod.

His lips quirk up into a smirk. "That's where you are wrong," he leans closer, taking me in with those ice-blue eyes before his curved lips are on my ear. "I'm going to f**k you against these lockers, little wolf." My heart hammers inside my chest. "What about Ashley?"

Evan chuckles. "Ashley isn't the one I want-you are."

I stare up at him, and Evan continues talking.

"It's wrong and twisted. The vampire prince shouldn't be drawn to any of your kind, but here I am, wanting to eat you out."

What?!

"B-but I thought you said you would f**k me..."

"Patience, little wolf..." Evan gets down on his knees and pulls down my pants while I'm having trouble telling if this is reality. I'm dripping wet and so goddamn nervous I feel nauseous.

I've never done as much as to kiss a man. Evan was my first. And now his big hands grip my thighs. I turn tense but anxiously peer down only to regret it-Evan's broad shoulders and head right by my p***y is such a turn-on I almost pass out at the view. But my hands have other plans than to waste this moment.

When Evan licks my clit, a moan moves up my throat while my fingers wind up in his dark hair. My eyes close on instinct, and I struggle to keep myself standing while he continues to touch me, lick me, taste me, ruin me against the school lockers.

"Huh, who would have known that..." Evan leans away from me but slides a finger inside me. He spins it around once before removing it and bringing it to his mouth. When he licks his finger clean, I hold my breath. A smirk latches on to his lips. "You taste absolutely delicious. You're gorgeous too, Stella. Stunning. The others must be blind not to notice the beauty you're hiding underneath your clothes."

I stare down at him, and Evan tilts his head. His eyes are filled with mischief, playful yet so dark I don't know what to expect from him next. I'm so aroused yet afraid Evan might walk out on me any moment.

He continues to study me as if trying to make up his mind. But eventually, his smirk turns more devilish.

"Here is what I will do to you: I will eat you out and bite the inside of your luscious thighs. It won't hurt, little wolf, but your o*****s will be more intense after I've released my toxins. They will bring you a pleasure you could never have imagined. And I will get to drink your delicious blood before finally f*****g your sweet, tight little cunt."