Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 8

Stella

I didn't expect myself to have s*x with a vampire, even less with Evan, the prince himself.

Yet here I am, high on the toxins released by his sharp fangs. Blood trickles down the inside of my thigh, but my wound is already healing due to my werewolf genes.

"Ashley won't notice that I bit you," Evan is circling his tongue around my c**t, bringing me to another level of pleasure. His fingers are working on my wetness, sliding deeper into me. "And I will hide the scent of me with the help of magic-nobody will ever know about us."

"Uh-huh?"

"f**k, you're so wet for me, Stella."

"Ahh..."

"So damn gorgeous," Evan kisses my clit hard. "And mine, only mine. I won't let anyone else have you."

That possessiveness in his voice?

Hot.

My answer is to moan again. I can barely stand straight. Evan's expert tongue is too much, and I'm melting. For a brief moment, I see stars, and then I'm forced to grip his dark hair.

I hope he won't mind because I'm losing my balance.

Evan doesn't like people touching him, but he groans when I experimentally buckle my hips to f**k his mouth. He adds more pressure to his tongue and then mutters against my skin.

"f**k, you're so sexy," Evan licks me like he can't get enough, and then he breaks away to peer up into my eyes. "Your p***y tastes like heaven, Stella-I hope you understand this sort of meeting will happen again. Your tight little cunt belongs to me." My cheeks turn molten at his filthy words.

I can't form the sentence to ask Evan what he means. Not when his thick fingers have found that tight, delicious spot inside me.

It feels so f*****g good.

Does s*x always feel like this?

Or is Evan a god?

Regardless, heat shoots from where he touches me and then to the rest of my body. I'm writhing against the lockers.

"You're so beautiful," Evan licks me clean, shoving his tongue inside me before speaking again. "And secretly, such a dirty girl. I can't believe you asked me for nudes."

Again, I can't speak, only enjoy his tongue.

"You're seriously so wet for me-I love it. Your desperation turns me on, Stella. I feed on it."

I try to reply, but my voice turns into a "ungh..."

"You and I will continue to sext with each other, Stella," Evan removes his fingers from me and stands up. I mourn the loss of his fingers but forget all about it when he towers above me. "Do you understand why?" Did I miss something?

I might be horny, yet I shake my head.

It makes Evan smirk, and he grabs my chin. "Because you're my little plaything now. My favorite new toy."

I widen my eyes at his words, and Evan takes off his clothes. I stare at his insanely large body. His abs are pure perfection, and his beautiful v-lines lead down to a veiny, fat c**k that is rock-hard. Holy s**t.

Is that thing even real?

It shouldn't be possible, but I grow even hornier. Evan is a work of art, and he effortlessly picks me up from the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his narrow waist, and he locks his eyes on mine.

I'm met with a confident smirk before he pushes my back against a wall. It doesn't hurt. In fact, it turns me on even more. I don't even care that Evan probably isn't my mate-my entire body craves him, needs him, desires him. "You really are beautiful."

Those are the words I hear before Evan kisses me and shoves his tongue down into my throat. It's a distraction for his c**k to enter me. It's an equal amount of pain and pleasure.

I moan, but every sound I make is eaten by Evan's delicious mouth, lost in the moment. He thrust into me slowly at first. It's agonizing. I want more of him to fill me.

"Faster..." I manage to breathe. My fingers are sinking into the muscles in his shoulders, and I meet his surprised eyes. "I want... You... To... f**k me harder... Faster..." "Bossy, little thing, aren't you?"

Evan almost smiles, almost. But I don't have time to focus on his expression when his c**k slides deeper, filling me up so well I dig my claws into his shoulders.

I'm half-transformed, drawing his blood, but it doesn't anger Evan. In fact, I can smell his arousal-the need to f**k and conquer me.

I can hardly wait. I'm shaking before Evan has even picked up his pace, and when he goes in and out, I lose my mind.

"Oh-my-god... That's it..." I don't even recognize my own voice. It's filled with desperation, and even though Evan is of higher rank than me, I'm not afraid of telling him what I want. Which is more of that d**k. "f**k me harder... Please.... I need it.." Evan's husky voice is in my ear. He chuckles and turns me on even more before whispering. "Filthy mouth you got there."

"Evan..." I'm in pain. "Harder... I need more..."

He tilts his head, eyeing me. "Ask me nicely."

I look deeply into Evan's eyes. I'm naked before him, my breasts jumping while he f***s me. But I need more violence, more force. "Please."

My words earn me a smirk. Evan kisses my neck and adds more pressure to his magical rhythm.

I grab his sexy, broad shoulders and scream his name when his teeth draw my blood. More toxins enter my system and cloud my senses until I'm one with my pleasure.

I'm floating.

Melting.

And Evan is taking from me, grunting and f*****g me in that perfect spot that makes me convulse.

I'm shaking.

"F**k..." I'm wetter than ever, meeting his thrust while closing my eyes and feeling like I might shatter into oblivion. "Oh... Oh... Yes... That's it... Ahh... Ahhh..."

My o****m hits me like a storm. I'm overwhelmed and lose what little strength I have. Luckily Evan doesn't drop me. He f***s me while grunting while reaching his own climax.

It's so sexy to watch him come apart. Beautiful Evan, all sweaty and animalistic. I shiver when another wave of please washes over me. I'm feeling so good. Unwinded after s*x. Evan pulls out from me but doesn't let go. He holds me, which is strange because he hates me-why is he cuddling me?

He tightens his hold, pressing my body into his left shoulder. A soft kiss is placed on my ear, and I turn tense by the shock. It's then Evan seems to catch his mistake. Immediately, Evan leans back as if burnt by fire and awkwardly clears his throat.

"We are done here."

I blink when Evan places me down on the ground. He doesn't look at me but picks up his clothes.

"Uhh..." I'm not sure what to say. "So I just head home then?"

"I will take you home."

"You don't have to."

Evan glares up at me. "I'm. Taking. You. Home."

A confused smile takes my lips. "Okay then."

He hands me my clothes and waits for me to put everything on. My heart is thumping extremely fast.

How did I get in this situation again?

Why is Evan acting so weird?

I get nervous when a teacher watches me over my shoulder in school, yet it's nothing compared to Evan's intense, blue eyes. The man is studying me like a hawk. "Here is your phone," Evan says and hands it to me before turning around on his heel. "I parked my car outside."

"Okay."

I peer up at Evan while following him toward the doors. He doesn't smile and doesn't let any emotion show on his face. In fact, he seems emotionless, yet something is different. The coldness... It's not there.

It's more like irritation?

But why?

"And later, when I sext you and ask for something..." Evan turns my way. He is so tall that I have to crane my neck, and he glowers down at me. "You better not ignore me again, Stella." Wait.

What?

Evan will continue to sext me?

My eyes widen to the size of saucers. And if I thought my heart couldn't race any faster a minute ago, I was dead wrong. I'm madly blushing now. What the f**k is happening?