Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 68

Stella

It's another night of experiencing a dream that might be a glimpse of one of the past timelines.

Though, for some reason, I can't shake off the feeling that this vision is different.

I'm looking at what appears to be Evan. He is standing in the middle of the street of Lunaris at night. He wears faded jeans and a tight t-shirt that leaves none of his arm muscles to the imagination. Strong.

Relentless.

His red eyes are glowing in the dark, focusing on something. Raphael and I are standing behind him, but time seems frozen for us? Why?

I stare harder.

Arachne faces Evan. she dwarfs him and walks over the houses. Her eight legs send tremors through the ground, and I hold my breath. Are they about to fight?

Evan lifts his proud chin to glare at the monster. Shadows are appearing behind him, circling him while snickering.

I'm unsure what to believe, but the scene inserts dread into my bones. I don't have a good feeling about this.

Worry falls over me like a thick blanket, and Evan's voice washes over me like a sweet caress inside my head, melodic and smooth as silk.

'If Stella and Raphael can't defeat Arachne, someone has to step up and do what is necessary. I'm not a hero, but I wouldn't mind sacrificing myself to save the people I love.... Sacrificing himself?!

"NO!!" I shout while tears run down my chin. "Evan, don't do it!"

Evan doesn't listen.

He can't hear me.

And my voice can't reach him.

Evan opens his mouth and commands the darkness flying around him like hungry vultures. "Shadows drink every last drop of my blood and defeat the enemy before me! Feed on me!"

I scream when the shadows hiss in pleasure, whispering, "Finally!" before tearing Evan apart. He is ripped to shreds. Blood flies in every direction as the shadows devour him.

Arachne is being destroyed too, but I can only focus on Evan's empty clothes falling down on the asphalted road.

"NOOOO!!"

Gasping, I sit up in the hotel bed. The room is still dark, and I look to my left and right. Raphael and Evan are curled up on either side of me, naked and content. They didn't hear me waking up from my nightmare. I lick my lips. My chest rises and falls with each labored breath. Perspiration trickles down my spine and some turn into rivulets that slip between my breasts.

"Are you okay?"

Startled, I look around to see that both my mates are aware. Raphael is the one who spoke, and Evan is cuddling with my arm, still unwilling to completely open his eyes.

I rub my eyes. "It was just a bad nightmare..."

Raphael strokes my back. "It sounded like you were dying, though. You were yelling, 'No!' and, 'Evan, don't do it!' and shit..."

Evan yawns. "Which is slightly worrying since we had s*x tonight. Why is it only me that got called out in your dream?"

Raphael snorts. "She obviously didn't like your performance."

"Shut up, mutt. No one asked you." Evan sounds harsh, but I can see the tiny curl of his lips. He is amused.

"I'm fine..." I smile tiredly. "But I wish I could go back to sleep without worrying about waking up in another nightmare."

Evan cracks on red-eye open. "I could compel you into having a good night's sleep."

Raphael gasps and pats his head. "Bad, vampire! You're not going to brainwash our mate! What if you mess up her brain or something, you evil voodoo master!"

"Woah, woah, woah, evil voodoo master?! Now you're taking things a little bit too far! And for the reckon, I would NEVER mess up Stella's brain... Maybe by accident, but I'm sure-" "By accident?!" Raphael interrupts. "Release Stella's arm right now, and stop squeezing it!"

"Never!" Evan hisses. "The female werewolf is mine!"

Before I know it, I'm picked up by Evan and cradled in his big arms while he laughs like an evil villain.

I laugh because I'm so confused. "What are you even doing?"

His big beautiful eyes replace mine and his lips remain playful. "Stealing you away from Raphael... And I must say you look pretty tasty, little wolf. I might just drink all of your delicious blood."

I crack up when Evan dips his head to kiss me everywhere. It's not romantic. His lips are wet, and he is giving me big disgusting, stupid vampire kisses.

I snort while trying not to smile. "Stop that, you silly vampire!"

"Stop?" Evan questions. "But you're not kissed enough yet!"

Evan hands me over to Raphael, and my heart thuds faster when I'm squeezed by my other mate. I haven't explored being Raphael's lover yet. He is "new," and I don't know how to act. But, all those walls and barriers and the awkwardness is blown away the second Raphael's plush lips are on mine.

He kisses me. It's warm and affectionate, and he tastes like the honey and tea he had before bed. Delicious.

Raphael is smirking as if holding me in his arms is funny to him. Maybe he notices my blush?

"What is so funny?" I dare to ask.

"Nothing..." Raphael's gaze goes slumberous as he studies my face like he is taking in the details and committing them to memory. "I just think that you're sweet and beautiful." Evan is plucking at my toes. "Very cute."

I go all shy and chummy when they peer down at me. I feel small in Raphael's arms. Tiny and then awkward since my heart won't stop racing. There are even fireworks in the pit of my belly. "What about sexy?" I question.

Evan's lips curl higher while Raphael is trying not to laugh. It makes my blush burn brighter.

"Little wolf, you might have a super sexy personality in bed, and you're very kinky, but your appearance is more adorable than sexy," Evan smiles at me. "Don't be offended, though. We still love you." "We do," Raphael says and takes me back to bed. "But for this relationship to work, we have decided to take turns to date you. Bond... If that make sense? Tomorrow is my turn."

I blink at them and wonder if they have gone mad. "But we have to get to Lunaris. Elias is still after our asses-we can't afford to go on dates!"

"We will do it at diners along the road home," Raphael clarified with a shrug of his massive shoulder. "Evan here is going to teleport home without us."

I look at Evan from Raphael's arms. "Are you strong enough to be teleporting?"

"Raphael is going to give me more of his blood," Evan replies. "It should be good enough to take me home... But I will need more blood from you guys when you return. I might even need some now..." "And you shall have it," Raphael places me in the bed. I stare at him when he offers his neck to Evan. "Come here."

I stare at the two, starry-eyed, and Evan arches an eyebrow when he stands inches from Raphael.

His eyes meet mine. "Are you getting off on this, little wolf?"

"Umm..."I gulp. "I think it's pretty hot."

"Hot, huh?"

Raphael and Evan exchange a look, and I squeal when they lean in and kiss each other.

Oh-my-god, it's too much for my ovaries to take! It only lasts a few seconds, but I'm breathless after it's over.

Evan kissed Raphael.

Two hot guys kissing.

Pale vampire and tanned werewolf.

Both are hotter than hell.

Raphael chuckles. "You're right-she is all aroused again! Should we make out again?"

Evan smirks and boxes in Raphael by placing his beefy arm on the wall above his head. He then gets this seductive look on his face while leaning closer to Raphael.

I hold my breath when he grabs Raphael's chin with two fingers sinking into his skin. "Whatever gets Stella going works for me, but I think drinking your blood is exciting enough." "You think so?" Raphael asks.

Evan growls at him. "Yes, now shut up and lean back your head. I've been dreaming about more of your blood."

"O-of course, Evan."

Raphael bares his throat by leaning back, and I almost pass out when Evan bites his neck. Did it get warmer in here?

I'm burning up, and heat is pooling between my legs. Raphael has this dreamy expression on his face, and I gasp at the scene.

But all of a sudden, both guys turn to face me.

"Did you like that?" Raphael questions.

Evan nods. "Yeah, how was the acting?"

Acting?!

"You two are devils!"

How am I going to survive these mates?