Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 63

Stella

"Evan?"

Carefully, I sit on the bed sideways to place my hand on Evan's back. He is burning up. It can't be normal. He is supposed to be cold to the touch, and now he is dry and hot.

I sigh in agony. "Why didn't you come home sooner?"

Through our touch, I can tell Evan is barely hanging on, and he peers up at me and looks about a million years older, like a zombie with hollowed eyes. I also get the feeling he doesn't want me to look at him. His eyes are filled with shame, but I'm not disgusted by him. I'm worried for him and glad he made it back to me.

I don't know what I would have done if he... If he died...

"You should..." Evan swallows. His voice is barely above a whisper. "You should kill me right now... It's your chance..." What is this nonsense he is saying?

I lay down next to him. He tries to turn away, but I reach out my hand to brush his dark hair away from his face.

My eyes are already spilling tears on my cheeks. It gets stuck in my eyelashes, and I sob.

I'm unsure how it's possible without a mate-bond between us, but I can feel Evan's emotions. Shame.

Disgust.

Self-hatred.

It breaks my heart, and I whisper. "But I don't want you to die..."

"Are you... Are you crying for me?"

I smile through my hot tears. "Yes, you i***t. You're dying-how can I not be sad for you?" "But I'm... I'm a-"

"Don't say it," I warn him. "For once, can't you just let me love you and accept that I love you?"

He turns still as if my words shock him. They probably do. I haven't told Evan that I love him.

But I do.

So, so much.

"You're a weird one," I can hear the smile in Evan's voice even though he can hardly make a facial expression right now. His lips are parched, broken from the lack of blood. "I'm a monstrosity, and..." "You're not."

"I look like a raisin."

"And if you're not aging, this might one day be reversed," I stroke him with my hand, relieved that he relaxes under my touch. "I might look like a raisin soon enough."

Evan doesn't blink. "I wouldn't care..."

He wouldn't care.

My heart thumps wildly at that.

I'm feeling bubbly, and I move even closer. "I want to help you. All you need is some of my blood, right?"

I can see the fear in Evan's eyes. I know what he is thinking because I'm reminded of it too.

Evan lost control the last time I offered him my blood, but I don't believe it will happen again. My gut tells me things will be different.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"A little," I admit. "But I trust you."

I move my hair away from my neck and switch to rest on my back. Evan looks at me like I've lost my last remaining brain cell.

His voice comes out hoarse. "Are you crazy?"

"Shut up and drink me!"

Evan grumbles, but one glare, and I got him moving. I close my eyes, and he leans in, bringing the scent of roses and newly washed clothes. Hell, there are even heady male pheromones. "This won't hurt," his whisper is melodic. "I will be careful."

My heart bleeds at his promise. I hope my blood will be enough, and I'm drifting on pink clouds within seconds.

Evan's toxins are bringing me more pleasure than pain.

I smile and notice Evan's arms filling out when I steal a glimpse. Color is returning to his face, and his muscles are swelling.

He stops drinking my blood, licks the area clean, and dips back to gaze into my eyes. His beefy arms lock me in, and his expression goes soft as his haze runs over my face. He smiles. "Thank you."

This dying need to hug him washes over me. His scent... There isn't any other way to describe that rose fragrance other than delicious and addictive. I want him so badly.

But I'm weak from him drinking from me. Sleepy.

"You're welcome."

"I mean it," Evan strokes his thumb over my bottom lip, down to my neck, where he bit me. His touch is featherlight. "You saved my life.""

I laugh; the sound is husky and tired. "After you've saved mine like... How many times is it now?"

He keeps the smile. "Are you enjoying your stay with wolf boy?"

Panic swells in my chest. "Are you leaving?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

My answer seems to astonish him. His expression is akin to someone not believing what I just told them.

I meet his eyes, pouring my heart out. "I don't want distance."

Some confidence return to him, and his eyes dance over my face until he can't help but smile. "You don't?"

"I want you to stay here." It comes out in a whisper. But he hears it just fine, and his expression goes even softer. Affectionate.

"Then I stay." With a glint in his eye, Evan grabs my sides and rolls us over, so I'm resting on his chest. "Now about us..."

My heart slams against my ribcage, and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. "I-I have two mates, so... Can we take it slowly?"

I don't want slow. Hell, I'm not even sure if Evan wants me. I'm ashamed of my words and hope I haven't chased him away.

"We can do anything you want, little wolf." He smirks at me, running his hand over my back to awaken goosebumps. "Could you define slowly?"

Ah, my words are already biting me in the bum. I can see the glint in Evan's sexy eyes; he is plotting something.

Not that my s****l downfall needs a plan-I'm hot and bothered from simply resting on his muscular body.

"By taking it slow, I mean..."

He grins. "Yeeeees?"

"f**k, I don't know what I mean."

"Uh-huh?"

"I think... We shouldn't immediately have s*x."

He frowns. "I don't like that idea."

I laugh and bury my face in his chest at his dissatisfied look. He responds by hugging me, and I love it. I love being with him. It's like there has been a massive rock over my chest, and someone has removed it. His fingers brush through my hair. "I respect your decision... Even though I don't want to..."

"I'm just... I don't know if I'm supposed to choose, or be with both of you, or if I should wait for the mate-bond to occur..."

Evan chuckles. "You're confused."

"Yes..."

We share a look, and it's like we are seeing each other for the first time: crazy werewolf and sarcastic vampire. Respect and mutual admiration flow between us.

It makes me realize that I've underestimated Evan.

I think he would follow me through anything...

"If you're going to be choosing your mate..." His hand glides over my back, awakening shivers in its path. I inhale him and try to ignore the seductive way he gropes my butt. "Then I have an offer for you."

My lips stretch into a smile. "Why do you sound so evil all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing bad..."

I snort. "Stop sounding so wickedly sexy then."

"I sound wickedly sexy?" He chokes on a doubtful laugh.

"Yeah, you sound like... Like you..."

He dips his head and whispers in my ear in a husky voice. "Like I want to grab you and insert my c**k into you... Bounce you while standing... Hard and fast against the wall while kissing your neck... Digging my teeth into your skin and releasing my toxins until we both come?"

I exhale deeply as a pulse of pure desperation hits my clenching p***y. I'm one second from touching myself, pressing that area against Evan's massive c**k. "Evan..." I warn.

He doesn't listen. "Because that's what I'm fantasizing about right now... That or kissing you breathless... Or removing your bra so I can lick and leave little marks on your gorgeous breasts." "Evan!"

He kisses the top of my head and teasingly says, "Stella..."

I groan. f**k. I want Evan to do all of those things. Hell, I want to strip him down, push him onto his back and ride him into oblivion. My whole body is fired up and ready.

I groan. f**k. I want Evan to do all of those things. Hell, I want to strip him down, push him onto his back and ride him into oblivion. My whole body is fired up and ready. Why did I say anything about going slow?

I get it, though...

I have to decide what to do about my situation. Both Raphael and Evan are on my mind all the time and-

Evan places me on the mattress next to him, and my eyes widen. What is he doing? Is he leaving?

My lips quiver. "Where are you going?"

Evan peers down at me, smirking while letting his hands replace the bottom of the tuxedo he is wearing. "Since I can't touch you tonight... Maybe you could be touching me?" "Touch you?" The room suddenly feels a thousand degrees hotter.

"Yes?"

He throws off his tuxedo and removes his tie. It's like watching moving art. I'm taken by every fluid movement.

My attention is drawn to his shoulders' range and his biceps' carved perfection.

"Nothing is off-limits," Evan's lips curl up his face. "I want your hands on me. I want you to grow comfortable around me comfortable enough to do anything you want with me." Oh-my-f*****g-god.

I want that!

No... I need that!

Evan is acres of smooth, flawless skin and ropes of muscles. I wouldn't mind touching him all night. Massage his body and get lost in him until the point I lose my mind.

I suck in a deep breath. "Are you sure it doesn't count as s*x?"

His lips slide into a teasing smirk. "Don't you want to?"

"I do!" I blurt that out before I can think. "Now, come over here."

I tap the area next to me, giddy and excited. Evan is entirely naked, and the look in his eyes is liquid heat. Pure temptation.

He lies down on his back, and I let my eyes dance over his glorious, colossal body. I'm unsure how long I sit there, paralyzed before Evan breathes a laugh.

"Aren't I good enough for you? You're hesitating..."

"No, I'm savoring this moment," I correct him. "And stop thinking that I don't want you! You must be able to smell my arousal!"

"My senses aren't back yet," Evan says, smiling. "but I'm glad you like what you see... I want you to tease me."

He wants me to...

Holy moon goddess.

I think I'm running a fever. Evan is usually possessive and dominant, but the whole turn into a zombie thing must have rattled him. He is trying to give me what I want-to be a giver, and I love it.

My fingers are itching to touch him. I still can't believe he is naked in front of me and willing to please my fantasies.

"I can do anything?" I ask.

"Yes."

"You want that?"

His voice comes out husky, manly. "Yes, I f*****g do."

"Even if this won't lead to s*x?"

A shuddery breath releases from his lips. Then I notice his n*****s are hard, begging to be touched.

"Are you trying to kill me, little wolf?" Evan asks.

"Kill you?"

"Just touch me already!"

I can't help but laugh. "Now?"

He rolls his eyes and takes my hand, placing it on his rock-hard abs with a grumpy expression.

"Just. f*****g. Touch. Me."

I grin. "I'm loving this already."

I'm about to kiss him, but then the door opens downstairs. It crashes into the wall, and I freeze.

"That doesn't sound good... Raphael never slams the door like that, and the air... The air smells like there are plenty of werewolves downstairs..."

I listen to what sounds like footsteps downstairs and pick up on Elias commanding other werewolves. "The silver wolf should be upstairs-kill her. No questions asked."

F**k.

Did Elias take over the pack?!

Evan meets my eyes with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm not strong enough to teleport us away from here."

"So what do we do?!"