Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 72

Stella

'Evan?' I call inside my head. 'Do you want to be marked and join us in the woods outside Lunaris?'

Please say yes. Please! I love Raphael, but I haven't had s*x alone with him, and I'm afraid of disappointing him.

With Evan, I feel comfortable. I know he replaces me sexy, but Raphael is uncharted waters-at least when we are alone.

My heart pounds faster.

I'm alone.

With Raphael. Damn.

I try my hardest to reach Evan. Raphael thinks Evan's psychic abilities will let him hear me since the mate-bond should strengthen him like it did Raphael, but Evan's response is short. 'Let the mutt mark you first; I won't be jealous. But I want my own time with you tomorrow, little wolf.'

What?!

Evan's response wasn't what I expected. I'm a complete bundle of nervous nerves since this means I'm alone with Raphael.

Oh boy.

I shyly gaze into Raphael's eyes and feel my pulse skyrocket. He is gorgeous and smirking at me.

"What did Evan say?"

"Uhh, he won't be coming..."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah..."

Raphael smirks harder, and I gulp because I'm scared my performance will be terrible. I'm about to have s*x with him. Alone. And then, I will finish the mating ritual with him. Gosh, I couldn't be more anxious.

Allowing your mate to mark you is super intimate. It means you accept them as your mate, and the mark will bond you to them forever until death does you apart. Raphael has to have s*x with me and bite me to create a mark. I will do the same to him, and tomorrow, it will be done to Evan. Because I accept both of my mates. "Are you nervous?" Raphael asks while I'm still glued to the tree, held up by his big, flexing muscles.

I blush. "Yeah... This is almost surreal... First, I disliked you, and then you became my best friend... And now..."

He smiles. "And now you're about to become mine."

"Y-yeah..."

Smiling, Raphael leans closer to give me searing hot kisses against the sensitive area of my neck. He has lost all his clothes, giving me the whole picture of his incredible body.

I can't help but look... Marvel and sigh at how gorgeous he is.

Tanned, beautiful, and swollen with muscles. Raphael is a walking daydream. And he is on me, wrapping me up in his arms. Hot and beefy and so much bigger than me that I'm surrounded by him. It's such a turn-on.

I sink further into the tree as he presses into me with his body and delivers open-mouthed kisses along my jawline.

"Tell me what you want, Stella. And tell me what your body needs. I will give it to you," Raphael's big hands hold my wrists above my head while he pins me to the tree with the rest of his body. "I will give you anything." "Anything?"

He playfully nibbles my neck. "Anything."

I suck in a deep breath. "I want you."

"My mouth?"

"No..." I hesitate briefly before saying it. "Your fat c**k."

With a growl of desire, Raphael places me down on the ground again, but only to remove the rest of my clothes. He then cups my b****t and gets down on his knees.

"You're such a damn tease and too damn beautiful... And don't be mistaken; I want to be inside you, but first-..."

A shudder trails up my spine when Raphael licks my n****e. He is playful at first but then suckles it hard. His mouth is hot and wet, and I groan, arching into him. "Raphael..." It's not a warning but a plea for more.

He seems to know this because he smirks. His thick fingers play with my opening and rub my clit in circles. I release a tiny moan, and he looks into my eyes beneath the fan of his thick, dark lashes. "Playing with you might be my new favorite thing."

"Keep... Playing..."

He does, and it's excruciating.

I'm dripping wet, and Raphael chuckles darkly.

"I love how responsive you are to me, Stella. It's hot."

His voice is seductive, deliciously alluring. I press my back against the tree again, holding my breath while he sucks my n*****s until they are swollen, stiff, and gleaming.

Raphael runs his thumbs around them while dipping his head. I'm not sure what he is doing, but I have a good idea.

It takes a second and then instant pleasure. Raphael's tongue is flat against my c**t, and the action is so lewd and s****l that I writhe against him. There is no slow and steady with this man.

No.

Raphael is eating me out without mercy.

Oh-my-god.

Every part of me is pulsating.

My p***y is aching.

I press myself against Raphael to get more of that tongue. Another moan slips out through my lips, and I shut my eyes. Raphael is learning what ticks my boxes.

But truthfully, I'm a simple woman-basically, anything that involves his tongue gives me shuddering pleasure.

The former alpha between my legs is just too damn hot...

"Spread your legs further," Raphael commands with his big hands settling over my thighs, gripping them lightly. His gaze is hungry. "I want a clear view of what I've been dreaming of for so long."

I don't need convincing. I open myself to Raphael and feel the exposure of my inner thighs and the air rush between my legs.

I'm so turned-on and desperate.

Raphael licks his lips and smirks at me. It builds my anticipation, and I clench deep within me.

"Just..." I slowly exhale. "Lick and s**k me already..."

Raphael breathes a laugh against my wet cunt. "So bossy. I'm not sure if I should continue this now. It could be fun to tease you."

"Raphael..." I hiss. "I swear to god I will murder you if you stop now. I need you to-"

My toes curl when he kisses my p***y like a man deprived of air. Pleasure jolts through me, searing and sharp. I squirm against that insanely talented mouth of his. Right when I think Raphael will stop, he adds more pressure.

Oh-my-god.

Raphael devours me. Eats me out like I'm the most delicious thing in the world. His tongue laps and licks. There are sounds, and I'm sure my juices are all over his mouth. I'm so wet.

I nestle my fingers into his blonde hair and push his head, urging him to take more.

Lord, the feeling of his tongue sliding and searching makes my clit so swollen and sensitive I blink and jerk back. I'm half-trying to get away, but Raphael keeps me in place. The view of his broad shoulders between my legs, and Raphael refusing to stop eating me out, has me lurching toward an o****m.

"If you don't... If you don't f**k me now..."

Raphael chuckles darkly. "You can come more than once, can't you? Just lose yourself to me."

That voice again... Raphael returns to working on my c**t, and I can't hold back the waves of pleasure any longer.

Arching against the tree, I come hard.

But Raphael doesn't slow down.

He swallows my wetness and takes everything, not afraid of getting dirty. Lord, he intends to ruin me!

His fingers are gripping my thighs, preventing me from getting away from his warm mouth and tongue.

I shake.

I shudder.

My brain is fried, and my legs are close to giving under my weight. I'm thoroughly satisfied.

"We aren't done yet, Stella," Raphael says roughly. "I still intend to f**k you good."

His expression is one of pure lust. He hauls me off the ground, and I groan when the tip of his c**k slips into me.

It must take actual endurance to f**k me while holding me, but Raphael doesn't seem bothered by the challenge.

And I will be damned, but the sheer display of werewolf strength is getting to me. I'm slick and ready for Raphael.

He kisses me and sucks my bottom lip before speaking. "You need me down there, don't you?"

"Yes." I'm panting now and shivering too."I want it deep and hard."

My words make the playful atmosphere die down. Raphael's irises dilate, and I can see the change in him, see the desire grow to dangerous levels before he sinks into me.

I feel it everywhere, down my back, heart, and chest. Raphael is so damn big I'm digging my nails into his broad shoulders.

Every bit of him is big and strong. Hard biceps bunch and strain as he holds me in place, his erection pressing further into me.

I forget to breathe.

I'm in both pleasure and pain from his c**k, but the latter disappears when Raphael begins slowly thrusting into me. He pulls me up and pushes me down, and I moan. "I love you, Stella."

My name is all it takes. Only my name to add to the pleasure.

I wrap my arms around the thick column of his neck. His scent tickles my nose, and I focus on his unsteady breathing. Hot.

I kiss him and tell him what he needs to hear. "Yes, Raphael... That's it... It feels so good..."

He shudders, groans, and replaces my gaze. Those expressive emerald eyes glow as he f***s me. He thrusts, spreads me wide, and I gasp. He is filling me to the tilt. So thick. So perfect. And while f*****g me, he watches me the entire time.

He is too big for it to be easy. He has to work for it, in and out with an almost violent push.

I love it.

Pleasure is wrecking me, and I clench around him. Small fireworks are starting in my core, and Raphael holds me there, throbbing and shaking from his own bliss.

"Oh, f**k," he rasps. "I'm going to... F**k... You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? Holy shit... Stella...

My only response is a moan. Raphael moves and holds me still to deliver the last needed thrusts. I require them. Crave them.

And Raphael isn't a selfish lover. He holds on and gives me everything until I scream his name into the winds. Raphael grunts in pleasure in response, allowing himself to reach his climax. It's beautiful.

Sexy.

We come together, and I fall against his shoulder, exhausted even though one part is left.

Raphael sinks his teeth into my skin, and I whimper before doing the same to him-nothing will ever be the same again.