Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 60

Stella

"Do you want me?"

Raphael's question makes me squirm. I study his green eyes and the concern within them. He seems unsure, ready for rejection, and I'm ashamed to say I have no answer for him. I'm drawn to Raphael.

But kissing him now and being with him would feel like a betrayal to Evan since I haven't talked to him.

And while I know that Evan and I aren't in love or that he isn't in love with me yet, I still feel I should talk to him.

We kissed...

Bonded.

Touched each other.

Yet he left me after making that demon bear explode...

Am I stupid for being so loyal?

I swallow thickly.

"Raphael... You're dreamy with your smile, blonde hair, and softer side I have yet to get to know... But I can't risk upsetting Evan by being with you now. Besides, we don't know each other that well yet." Raphael smiles up at me. It's brief, soft, and hardly there, but it's a beautiful smile.

"But you're not rejecting me straight off the bat. That's good."

"I've learned from my earlier mistake in the other timeline. This time, I will think before rejecting anyone, and the mate-bond isn't awakened, so I won't make any decisions right now." "That's wise."

I smile back at him and get off his lap.

We sit next to each other in awkward, smiling silence. Raphael is naked, and I'm wearing drenched clothes.

"So... Where did Evan go?"

"I'm not sure," I glimpse down at the water. "We figured it would be bad news if I entered your territory in the company of a vampire."

"Yeah, Elias wouldn't have liked that."

I glance back at him. "Did you ever mention Elias in the past? I don't think I remember your beta..."

Raphael grimaces. "This is actually the day Elias died in every other timeline. He tried to save Leonora from the demon bear and ended up getting killed by it in the forest."

I furrow my eyebrows. "But... I'm pretty sure Elias wasn't anywhere close when the bear attacked her."

Raphael blinks in confusion. "Really? Because Elias and I were headed there before you guys came home."

"Uh, pretty sure Leonora would have died before Elias arrived at the scene. She tripped, and the bear lunged for her."

Raphael shrugs. "Maybe she wouldn't have tripped if you hadn't been there to frighten her."

"Possibly..."

"Anyway, you should probably be the first to get out of the jacuzzi."

I lift an eyebrow. "Why?"

He smirks. "You really have to ask?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Well, why don't I just make my point clear..."

Raphael stands up, and I freeze to the spot.

His glorious body rises from the water, and my eyes lock onto the center of his chiseled washboard abs. Holy s**t. The view makes goosebumps ripple over my skin in waves. Before I can follow his v-lines to the grand prize, Raphael clears his throat above me.

"My eyes are up here."

I tilt my head at his playful tone, and he gives me a slightly smug, downright mischievous look. And while keeping that smirk, his voice drops, sweet and charming. "Are you still wondering why I wanted you to get up first?"

I blush when he winks at me.

Raphael isn't as dirty and vile as Evan, but he is naughty. Definitely way more playful, possibly even submissive in bed.

Having both a dominant lover and a submissive lover in bed would be a lot of fun and so freaking hot.

No.

Bad, Stella.

"Well?"

I shudder.

Raphael's voice can pull you under and make you lose your train of thought. Low, deep, and powerful. He talks, and it all sounds sexy and seductive.

"Uh... I don't mind if you get out first."

Raphael is staring at me now, blinking before snorting. His laughter sets off a fast thud-thud-thud in my chest.

"As you wish," Raphael climbs out, and before wrapping his lower parts with a towel, he shows off his peach. It's tanned and perfect, ripe enough to bite with my teeth. "Remember, this is what you're missing out on." The sadistic bastard spanks it with his hand and snorts when my jaw drops to the damn floor.

Wow.

This alpha?

He is definitely devilish.

"You have a good night, Stella!"

I blink back to reality, realizing something important. "Wait, don't leave here yet!"

I jump out of the jacuzzi.

Water runs down my legs and gets all over the porch. I must look ridiculous. My clothes stick like glue to my skin, and my hair is plastered around my face. "Hmm?" Raphael turns around.

I squeeze water out of my hair while facing him. "Could you ask Leonora to stop treating me like a prisoner? She used a spell on my door to lock me inside my room." "She did?"

"Yes."

Raphael considers my words for a bit. "When I got my memory back from every timeline, it changed my personality. I'm more humble and realize I mistreated her in every timeline." "Mistreated her?"

"Yeah, that poor woman likes me, and I lead her on by allowing her to sleep in the same bed. I even told her I would let her become the luna of the Bloodmoon pack if I didn't replace my mate." I grimace. "That is indeed terrible..."

"Mhm," Raphael sighs. "I will talk to Leonora, but she will probably continue to keep women away from me. She is set on us getting married and having babies."

I laugh. "Well, good luck with that."

"Thank you. Now have a good night, Stella." He grins.

"You too!"

Raphael turns around and walks to his room, and I slowly saunter off to mine while shuddering at the wind.

Once inside, I take off all my clothes and shower. When I return to my room with a towel in my hair, I notice an envelope on my bed. There is also a red rose on top of it.

"Hmm?"

I curiously pick it up and press it to my nose. It smells like Evan, and my heart flutters. I miss him and rip open the letter to see what he could have written.

My little wolf,

Don't expect me to be back soon. I'm dealing with some extreme bloodthirst, and I'm trying to learn how to control it. I don't trust myself enough to be around you, but I want you to know I haven't forgotten about you. I miss bothering you with my romance novel quotes... And I know I didn't say it in person, but I'm already in love with you, Stella. You're special to me.

Anyway, don't feel guilty about getting to know Raphael. I'm not exactly boyfriend material. The werewolf would probably be a better choice for you since he isn't an immortal monster like me. Until we meet again.

Evan.

I press the letter to my chest with tears running down my cheek. It soon evolves into a violent sob.

"You idiot... If you're in love with me, you should be here... I don't f*****g care if you want my blood... I don't want you to suffer alone..."

I slip under the blanket with both the rose and the letter. They both smell like Evan, but that makes me cry even more.