Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 89

Rebecca

While I'm serving myself a drink, William appears out of nowhere. Tall, imposing, and with a smirk curling his lip.

I want to ignore him, but he is like an itch that won't go away. I'm too aware of him and shudder in his presence.

Even his voice comes out as a smooth caress. "Did your friend leave the party already?"

"Something came up."

"I see."

I blink up at William, about to ask him why he is stalking me, but some girl trips over her own feet. She doesn't fall on the floor. No, instead, she spills her drink all over my t-shirt. Perfect.

"Oops!" The girl's face fills with horror, and she covers her mouth with her hand before giving me a drunken apology. "I'm so sorry!"

There is no reason to get mad. She is clearly intoxicated, so I choose to let go of my anger and take the apology.

"It's no problem."

She grimaces. "Sorry again."

I simply smile, and the girl stumbles away with a friend. Once they are gone, I sigh at my t-shirt. It's sticking to my body like a second skin, and I'm unsure if my bra is showing or not. Should I ask William?

I turn his way. "Hey, can you see my-"

The words die on my tongue when William's fingers settle on the hem of his black t-shirt before dragging it over his head.

A fresh wave of goosebumps springs up, skittering across my skin as his bare chest ripple with steel-hewn muscles comes into view.

Holy cow.

"W-what are you doing?" I dumbly ask when it's clear what is happening here: William is giving my eyes a free joyride.

I have seen naked guys before, but the only ones I've seen with actual abs have been on Pinterest or in fashion magazines. A mental fog settles over my brain as I take in the sight of William.

For a long stretch of silence, the only sound I hear is my own heartbeat pounding in my eyes. Music is blasting in the background, but it's been muted by my nervous senses.

William peers down at me and shoves the t-shirt into my arms. I'm blatantly checking him out, but for the first time in history, he isn't calling me out for it.

In fact, his breathing seems to be as forced as mine.

"Put it on," William says, and his voice-oh-my-god, his voice! It's as if it's been scraped from the bottom of the ocean.

It's husky and seductive and more whiskey-like than usual. My insides twist into a knot.

"Thank you."

A slow smile that is gentle and so out of character that it confuses me spreads over his lips. "You're welcome."

When I remain frozen, unable to figure out my next move, William swallows up the distance between us by taking a step closer.

My gaze lifts to his juicy pecs, and an unwanted shot of electricity sizzles through my veins as I take in his inked arms.

He might be a jockhole, but his body is impressive. He is all rippling muscle and perfection. If he wasn't such a d**k, I would be begging for the c**k, or at the very least, run my hands over his pecs to see if they are as hard as I imagine. Jesus Christ. What am I doing?

I close the distance between us, press my hands against his naked chest, and peer into his eyes. "You win, but this doesn't mean that I like you. I just want... I want..." "S*x?"

"Yes." My voice is low, a whisper in the small space.

So is his. "I want you too."

The floor dips beneath me, his confession too heavy to handle. His eyes are roaming over my face, and in a sudden move, I'm picked up from the ground. My legs wrap around him, and he kisses me.

My mouth opens, and we move while our tongues fight for control. William is the one who wins. He always does. He kisses the air out of my lungs and runs up the staircase without a hint of exertion.

"My room is right here," he kicks the door, and those odd-colored eyes rake me up and down. Their intensity burns and shivers run up my spine while my breath hitches.

I'm thrown on his bed, and William locks the door.

My eyes bulge out of their sockets when he is over me, pinning me down with his chest.

What am I doing?

This is William Howler. Nothing good can come of having s*x with the enemy. I need to stop this.

Davis would kill me.

But I haven't picked him, and I want William. I'm silently begging him to kiss me again to end my misery.

His lips part and I mewl into his mouth. His shoulders turn less tense as if kissing me is both a relief and a source of pain.

I understand the feeling. We aren't mates, yet my hands are already on William's fat pecs. He tenses, a visible clench that has his biceps swelling, but then he relaxes, seeming to like me touching him. Heat pools between my legs, a throbbing I can't get rid of.

Why does William have to be such a good-looking jerk?

So tall and masculine.

And those bulging muscles and tattoos...

I moan into his mouth, and the sound gets eaten.

William is working on getting me naked, and I sit up to help him. It's an insecure moment. Intimate. I know it's silly-we have made it this far, yet I'm afraid he will run the second he sees me naked.

I don't have any breasts. Neither do I have any abs. My self-image isn't the best, and I'm afraid of getting rejected, but I'm pleasantly surprised to hear William groan.

He sounds pained.

And his c**k is rock-hard.

"You're so beautiful," William bites my lower lip, and his hot breath washes over my face. His eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with lust. "Small, delicate-the perfect size." My breaths are coming in hot. "The perfect size of what?"

He kisses me and leans back, smirking. "To be played with."

My panties are soaking wet already, and the look in his eyes is only the tip of the iceberg. The view and the chemistry between us have arousal exploding in my core.

There is so much attraction zipping through my veins that I can't wait anymore. I'm hurting down there. My s*x is swollen, needing William's c**k to fill me right now.

I take off the rest of my clothes, and William's gaze drops to my hard n*****s as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. His stare intensifies, and just when I can't take another second, he dips down to s**k them.

My back arches, and I throw my head back against the pillow. William is working me more desperate. I want him so badly.

He teases me with his mouth, biting at my skin in a way I'm sure will leave marks. At this moment, I don't care.

I'm in pure bliss and stare up at the ceiling. "I need your c**k."

There is a low chuckle as William drags himself over my body. His arms land on either side of my head, and he peers down at me with his eyes dancing over my face. "Do you know?"

"Yes," I don't look away. "I want your c**k so badly that I'm close to begging for it."

His voice goes lower. "So beg."

I sigh. "Please, William."

He groans at the desperation in my voice and kisses me. His thick, veiny c**k is at my entrance, teasing me by not going inside. It's simply there, hot against my sensitive clit. William speaks into my ear. "You don't know it yet, but you're mine. No chance am I letting anyone else have you."