Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 14

Stella

I stare down at my phone with irritated eyes while walking to school. There is a new message from Evan, and I'm sure the damn vampire is trolling me for the hell of it. No way is the vampire prince interested in me!

But bored enough to flirt with me and laugh whenever he manages to make me blush?

That is definitely something Evan would do!

Evan: If you change your mind about dating me, I'm available to save you from Ashley every day of the week.

Save me?

Ha!

I believe it when I see it.

I sigh, but there is another message before I get a chance to tuck my phone into my pocket.

Evan: This is a reminder of what you're missing out on.

My ears and cheeks burn when a sexy picture of Evan takes over my entire screen.

He looks newly showered and is smiling into the camera with his fingers in his dark hair. Those blue eyes appear angelic, while the rest of his body is nothing but pure sin.

Evan is showing off his abs, biceps, and v-lines. Suddenly his smile makes sense-the beautiful bastard knows how horny he makes me!

My shy personality is put on the shelf. And out comes the irritated, s*x-deprived one who is suffering withdrawal symptoms.

I've been feeling cranky for days and even experienced wet dreams of Evan touching me. And it's all because he took my virginity and let me know how amazing it can be to have s*x! Groaning in frustration, I head for the school entrance, only to stop in my tracks when I spot Raphael.

The blonde alpha jumps out of his car in the parking lot, a black BMW, and once he sees me, a smile spreads over his lips.

I gulp.

Should I be worried that Raphael is approaching me?

"Stella, my love!"

Okay, I should DEFINITELY be worried.

I try to turn away and mind my own business. The last thing I need is a vampire spotting me talking with Raphael. Ashley might have called in sick, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have spies. My feet move to run from Raphael, but he grabs my arm, pulling me into his waiting chest.

"You're finally alone!" Raphael exclaims and inhales my hair. His arms are keeping me from escaping from him. "And you smell amazing-we are definitely mates. You just don't know it yet!" Is that his hard c**k pressing into my a*s?

And why do I feel anxious and uncomfortable rather than safe when Raphael hugs me? He is handsome and a werewolf, but I don't f*****g know the guy, and he is hugging me!

"I'm sorry, but..." I lift my chin, and Raphael blinks down at me, waiting for me to speak with a smile.

"Yes?"

I take a deep breath.

Raphael is beautiful and looks like the werewolf equivalent of the thunder god Thor from the Marvel universe, but...

He is a complete stranger.

I clear my throat. "Uh, I don't really know you, and to hug me during our first meeting is rather awkward."

Shock flashes over Raphael's features. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that since you're enslaved and everything that you... Missed skin-to-skin contact? I thought you would be grateful if I hugged you." The accusing tone in his voice makes me back away from him. I know Raphael is probably the nice guy here, the hero waiting to save me, yet he gives me the chills.

"Yeah, well... Hugging is a little strange."

"Strange?"

"Yes."

He laughs. "I don't understand. Aren't you happy that your mate is finally here and planning to save you from your living hell?"

Huh?

Is it just me, or is there something weird about how Raphael is behaving? I literally just met the damn guy, and he expects me to treat him like he is my savior? That honestly freaks me out.

I let my eyes roam over his face. Raphael's stare is intense, and I take a few more steps away from him.

"I would love to join a werewolf pack, but... I'm not looking to hug anyone who is a total stranger-"

"Why do you smell like that bloodsucking prince?" Raphael suddenly asks, interrupting me with narrowed eyes. "Your clothes stink like him. Do you hang out with him a lot?" Raphael stares down at me, making me tuck my tail and run down the corridor.

"Stella?" Raphael stares at me. "Hey, where are you going? I only want to talk with you! Come back!"

I totally ignore Raphael and fasten my pace. He is following me, so I turn left in the corridor. I can hear him stomping after me, and s**t, why am I so goddamn afraid of him?

I'm not sure why, but...

Raphael's intense eyes awaken fear inside my heart. He should be one of the good guys, yet I hide behind a few lockers, hoping he won't pick up on my scent.

Which is wishful thinking.

The man is a goddamn alpha werewolf-I can't hide from him, especially since he seems convinced he is my mate!

I press my back against a locker. "Please just take me away from here. Let me sink through the floor and leave this place..."

Suddenly, I feel a new presence and watch Evan's face appear out of some portal in the lockers. He looks at me appreciatingly with his eyes sizing me up and down, and his lips form a telltale smirk. "You're looking beautiful today."

I narrow my eyes, entirely bewildered. "W-where did you even come from? And what are you doing here?"

He tilts his head. "You called for me?"

He tilts his head. "You called for me?"

My mouth opens slowly, then closes. I'm speechless while Evan seems massively amused.

"You coming, or what?"

I can hear Raphael coming closer, and before I can register what I'm doing, I enter the portal to join Evan.

It closes behind me while my hands land on his chest. Strong arms wrap around me, hugging me to him. I'm awkwardly pressed to the rigid plates of his chest and inhale the scent of his detergent with a pounding heart. He smells so good!

My knees almost give under, but somehow, I replace my voice while Evan embraces me.

"What is happening right now?" I ask in a voice muffled by the fabric of his grey hoodie.

"I'm taking you to your class... And apparently saving you from your own mate. I'm replaceing that quite amusing, actually."

I growl. "Raphael might not be my mate."

Evan chuckles and strokes my back with his large, warm hand. It feels awfully affectionate, even though he probably doesn't like me. "Maybe... Anyway, close your eyes."

I do what he asks, and the scent of books and stale classroom wafts into my nostrils.

Something is then shifting around me, moving. I think we entered through another one of Evan's portals?

"I think this should be it." Evan releases me, and I immediately mourn the loss of his hands around me. I hate to admit it, but his touch is something I'm growing addicted to. "And where are we now?"

Evan breathes a laugh. "Why don't you go ahead and take a look?"

An insecure smile takes my lips, and I open my eyes to look at the trickster vampire, but Evan is already gone.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Where did... Oh..."

My eyes widen as I take in my surroundings.

I'm standing inside the literature classroom. It's the class I'm supposed to be having, but the teacher is just now unlocking the door.

"Now, let's not rush inside-" my teacher blinks and stares at me like I've grown two heads. "Oh, Stella... You're already here?"

s**t, how the heck do I explain this?

I plaster on a big smile and stretch out my hands. "Surprise!"

My teacher continues to stare at me, and I fight like hell to keep the smile on my face. I might look happy, but on the inside, I'm already plotting to murder Evan during lunch break. He can't just teleport me into locked classrooms!

And since when can Evan teleport?

Also, since Evan heard what I was saying in the corridor, is he spying on me or something?!