Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 40

Evan

Raphael is at the gym this morning. He left an hour ago, so I'm alone with the tiny little she-wolf.

I stare down at Stella as she nuzzles my toned arm in her sleep. She is adorable and gives me butterflies and s**t, which is so freaking weird considering I'm a cold-blooded bastard.

"Evan..." Stella mumbles, smiling and hugging my arm tighter with both her hands. It makes my heart swell.

What am I? Brooding vampire, about six-foot-five, a total murderer, yet I turn into mush around this red-headed little thing. People used to fear me, but even my enemies would laugh if they saw me now. Stella's teddy bear.

Not that I mind...

I would end them if they touched a hair on Stella's scalp.

"Oh... Is it morning already?" Stella stretches, blinking life into the tired eyes.

I swear she is the cutest thing on earth. Even with drool on her cheek, she is irresistible.

Beautiful.

Doe-eyes and perky breasts. The sight of Stella is almost too much for my c**k to handle so early in the morning. She is pale everywhere, except where she is madly blushing-those are rosy, pink, and sometimes redder than apples. "Yes, it's morning," I stroke my hand up her leg, feeling the lightning underneath my hand. "You ready to train again?" Her eyes travel to mine, and suddenly there are tears. What the actual f**k? Why is she crying! What the hell did I do? Great, excellent job, Evan. You haven't even opened your stupid trap, and the woman of your dreams is already crying. I inhale. "Stella?"

She sits up, meeting my eyes with quivering lips. "I'm sorry... It's just... You were so sweet to me yesterday, and now... I just know I'm going to f**k his up somehow. Whatever we are."

The mate-bond isn't there yet. We haven't discussed what we are. Stella isn't twenty, so I've just been hugging her... Kissing her.

Touching her.

With Stella, I, for some reason, can be gentle.

"Why do you think you will f**k this up?"

She laughs, and her face opens like the skies after a storm. Her teeth show too.

Adorable.

God, I need to stop melting around her.

"I've never... Dated before. Never had a boyfriend..." Stella hesitates and grimaces at her own words. "It's even embarrassing to talk about. But... I'm probably not your first, and... Am I special to you?" Is she special to me?

That must be the joke of the century-even the shadows are belting out laughter inside my head.

I crack up then, a rumbling laugh. "Are you special to me? Well, you tell me, Stella. You tell me..."

She pouts at me, not entertained by the teasing tone I used. "Am I? Because I have no idea, Evan. I'm not sure what we are. Am I your girlfriend or conquest, or... Are we friends?" "Friends?" I question, eyeing her while hiding my lips underneath my palm. I'm smiling underneath it. "You think friends let each other ride their c**k and squeeze their abs and pecs?" Her face reddens.

And again, I replace it painfully adorable. I'm such a lost cause, desperately in love with this red-headed wolf. It makes me want to puke... Well, not really because all I want is to kiss her. F**k.

What is the matter with me?

"No, I suppose that's..." Stella pulls at her sleeves. I can hear her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she continues to avoid my eyes. "I really like you, Evan. Like really." "I like you too."

"No!" Her face turns even redder. I don't know how that is possible, but she looks like a tomato. "I mean! F**k... This is just so unnerving to tell someone, and I lack the courage."

I tilt my head, studying her harder. What is she trying to say? Is this Stella breaking up with me or something?

Hell, are we even together?

s**t, she is acting so weird that it's freaking me out.

A shaky breath leaves her lips, and her shy eyes replace mine. "Would you mind helping me out a little?"

Helping her out?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You obviously know what I'm trying to say, so help me!"

I snort. "I have no idea what you want to say, but in my ears, it sounds like you're trying to reject me."

She stares at me. I take that moment to lower my head and teasingly stare back at her with a smile. Our lips are inches apart, and her breaths are coming in fast. "Evan."

I teasingly mock her by using the same tone. "Stella."

Her eyelashes flutter. "You're beautiful, Evan. I think you're beautiful. And whenever I look at you, I can't believe you're here with me."

I arch an eyebrow, aware of her hand sitting in my lap. "Why wouldn't I be here with you?"

"Well..." Stella takes another deep breath. Her heated gaze studies my face for a few heartbeats, warm hand still caressing my leg. "You thought I had betrayed you, yet you came back. I thought for sure you would be super mad at me... Instead, you helped me get rid of Raphael when he tried to kiss me inside that bar."

"I know." My whisper is more of a sigh, and I smile. "That's because I like you, Stella. My anger didn't mean s**t when he stood there, large and imposing and probably thinking of sleeping with you."

"Yeah," Her smile is brief. "Evan, what are we doing?"

I reach out a hand to caress her cheek. It's burning. But her skin is smooth, soft, so much Stella.

"What do you mean?"

She looks straight into my eyes. "Do you respect me?"

The answer comes easily. "More than I respect anyone."

There is a nod.

"And do you think we are friends?"

My hand stops caressing her cheek. "No... Or I mean yes, but... Staying as your friend isn't really what I want."

"Then what do you want from me?"

I smile. "Stella, Stella, Stella, are you fishing for a confession from me right now?"

She is madly brushing now, trying to look away, but I keep her face turned with both hands. Squeezing her cheeks. It makes her pout while I laugh at the expression she is making.

I stroke my thumbs over the soft skin on the side of her eyes, peering down into her beautiful gaze. "Well?"

F**k.

"Wall?"

Determination lights up in her gaze. "I want to be more than... Friends. Because I......."

A tear escapes the corner of her pretty eyes, but I catch it with my thumb with a soft smile. I know what she is trying to say.

She can't say it because we aren't there yet, but we are balancing on that thin line.

So close to falling in love...

So close to loving the other person...

"You don't have to say it now," I tell her in a raw emotion-filled voice. I think I like her more than she likes me. "We have time."

Stella smiles, and my patience snaps like a rope.

I lean down to kiss her, and a shocking jolt travels through her. It makes me smile against her lips, especially when she breaks the kiss only to climb into my lap. "Assertive today, huh?" I tease.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I snort in amusement. "I didn't say I didn't like it."

Her hot breath is soon on my face again. I gaze into her eyes before she kisses me and tastes my lips. Her hands are on my firm chest, massaging my muscular chest.

I'm not blind-I know that I have a great body, and I love that it makes Stella aroused to touch me.

She can't help herself from letting her hands travel underneath my t-shirt. The pads of her fingers memorizing the lines. A little moan escapes into my mouth, and my c**k twitches to life. Stella keeps touching me while pulling on the hem of my t-shirt. It makes me lean back from her lips and breathe into her face. I'm tingling all over as I peer up into her eyes. "Are you undressing me?" I ask.

"Yes, I want to... I want to..." Stella is trying to gather courage. Wetting her lips and inhaling before speaking. "I want to see the beautiful vampire entirely naked."

I tilt my head, whispering. "What about the beautiful werewolf?"

"Okay, please stop talking! You're making me nervous!"

I chuckle. "Yes, ma'am."

Stella closes in for another kiss, and I only pause for a brief second it takes to slip out of my t-shirt.

Immediately her hands are roaming over my skin, and then there is tongue in our kiss.

Desperation.

Passion.

Flames.

Her little hands knead my muscles, dig into them, and she moans into my mouth. Those fingers are rubbing up and down my chest, then sinking into my neck as she presses herself against me. Is she trying to kill me by try humping me?

Either way, her exploration of my shoulders and chest drives me mad and painfully hard. I want to tackle her down to the ground. Eat her out, and make her scream my name.

But I have a feeling Stella would bite off my head if I interrupted her right now. She seems to be really into touching me.

"Gosh, you're so perfect, Evan," Stella's lips travel down to kiss my jawline and neck. She nibbled on my sensitive skin. "I just... Please let me ride you. I need your c**k."

I don't even get a chance to reply before she uses all her strength to push me down on the grass.

Wow.

Okay then.