Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 92

Rebecca

I can't believe William found his mate. My heart is shattered, and the ocean of hurt won't stop trying to drown me.

I hate this.

I'm so in love with William that it hurts, but he belongs to someone else.

Dang, it's already morning. I've been wandering the streets. I don't know where I'm supposed to go...

But I need to sleep.

Since I'm too sad to head home, I make it to Greta's apartment. My eyes are puffy, and tears run down my cheek when she opens the door.

"My God, what happened to you?" Greta looks concerned. I take in her freckly face with my lips quivering, but I freeze when I see her holding a large kitchen knife in her hand.

I laugh through my tears. "Never mind my sadness-why are you armed with a flipping knife?!"

"Oh," Greta scratches the back of her strawberry blonde hair, smiling awkwardly at me. "You see. There is a demon locked in my room, and... I'm armed with this in case he makes it out."

I stare at her. "A demon?! But that's dangerous! We should call someone and get the pack here to-"

"Hey, Greta?" A deep, raspy, manly voice cuts me off. "Am I supposed to stay in here the entire day? Because I'm starting to get pissed off..."

Is that the demon?

Why does he sound so... Human?

Baffled, I point at the door with widened eyes. "Was that... Was that the demon speaking?"

Greta nods with a rapidly reddening face. "Ummm, about that..." her smile is sheepish before she talks "There is something you must know about the demon..."

"Yes?" I drawl.

I've never heard of demons that can speak in natural human voices unless they have possessed someone. Whatever Greta has to say will be good and hopefully answer my questions. "Well..." Greta nervously laughs. "You see..."

"Mhm?"

"The demon is very special."

"Uh-huh?"

"He is my mate."

I freeze into a block of ice, and the door to Greta's bedroom crashes open at that precise moment.

Holy s**t.

A large guy comes out, and the only thing keeping me from seeing his junk are nine white tails. He is entirely naked and gorgeous, but he must be over seven feet tall, and there are ears on his head! I stare at him, and he glares back with a grumpy demeanor.

White hair flows around his head, and his skin is flawless and smooth. He is lean and beautiful, with feminine features, such as his hair reaching down to his waist.

But his eyes are the real show-stopped, intense, and angry enough that I'm sure he can use them to laser beam through buildings.

"A guest, huh?" The male demon rakes me up and down. His expression is all judgemental and scary-looking. "Is this a friend?"

Greta jerks in fright and mechanically turns around. "Y-yes, Rebecca is my best friend but more importantly, how did you get out of the room?!"

The hostility immediately leaves the demon's face; instead, he smiles radiantly at Greta. But for some reason, I get the feeling he is faking it and seething behind it.

"You didn't lock the door."

Greta's lips twitch. "Shit."

He approaches her. This huge, angry behemoth of a demon. "So you're my mate, huh... A lycan?"

"Could you go back into the bedroom?"

He snorts menacingly. "Why should I?"

"Please?"

Before I know it, the demon is towering over Greta and pulling her cheek while growling at her. "No. I have a better idea. How about we talk about what happened earlier this morning instead? Or is this a bad time?!" Greta is crying. "I didn't mean to hit you with my lamp! It was a grave mistake! I won't do it again! Please... Please release my cheek! It hurts! Please, stop it!"

The demon snarls but doesn't let her go. "I was all cuddly and grateful to you! You saved my life, and then it turns out you're my mate, and you hit me until I fall unconscious!? Why the f**k did you do that?" "I PANICKED!"

"THERE IS A BUMP ON MY HEAD!"

"I'M SORRY! I WAS AFRAID OF YOU!"

"WHAT?! WHY? I'M YOUR f*****g MATE!"

"YOU'RE ALSO A DEMON!"

"I'M A NICE DEMON! LOOK AT MY FRIENDLY FACE!"

Greta sobs hysterically while talking. "You don't look nice! You're big and mean and scary!"

"I'm not scary!"

"Yes, you are!"

The guy growls until actual tears slip down Greta's face. He falls silent then, slumps his massive shoulders, and sighs. His expression is all grumpy, and I'm not sure if I imagine the blush on his face. "I'm sorry for growling... At you..."

The guy isn't talking to me, yet I'm already sweating.

Did it get hotter in here or what?

I'm not even sure if I'm breathing anymore. I'm too taken by the scene.

The demon wraps a muscular arm around Greta. She gasps, and I observe the big guy pull her into his naked chest.

Am I watching an anime? It's such a romantic scene to witness. I could fangirl over them already...

"I will forgive you for this..." the demon speaks in a low, pouty voice. "But you're still an idiot..."

"You're... Hugging me?" Greta sounds shy and surprised.

"What else would I be doing?"

"Hurting me?"

The demon narrows his eyes then and pushes her away. I catch irritation on his face before he walks back into the room. "Whatever... Come and talk to me after you've grown a backbone." I stare at the slamming door and then back at Greta. She appears stunned and has turned to stone.

I guess we both have.

I can't believe her mate is a fox demon...

The silence is heavy.

No one says anything.

Minutes pass before I finally open my mouth.

"Umm..." I wet my lips and point at the stairs. "I'm going to walk home instead. You take care of Mr. Broody And Handsome, okay?"

"No, don't go..." Greta grimaces. "I feel bad for letting you walk home! You really don't seem okay. Did something happen at the party? It's also super early in the morning. Do you want to sleep on my couch?"

"That sounds nice, actually... Will it be a problem?" I hesitate and nod at the door where her demon mate is resting. "You already seem to have a guest staying over."

"Yeah... But..." Greta sighs. "I can share my king-sized bed with him, and you can take the couch. You really don't look that good. You have been crying, haven't you?"

A smile curls my lips despite the tears threatening to come back. I'm still not over the whole William situation. I bet that I'm not THAT into him, though. I just need a couple of days.

I will get over him.

I will stop thinking about him.

My lips tremble as I glance at Greta. "Yes, but can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm still shaken up about it, and you have a little catching up to do. I can tell you all about it tomorrow." "That's a promise then."

I smile. "I promise."

She smiles back. "Okay, now come inside. I will put some sheets over the couch for you... Are you hungry? There are a lot of snacks in the fridge."

I hang my coat on a hanger. "I'm fine, but thank you."

"Are you sure?" Greta wriggles her eyebrows. "There is chocolate pudding on the top shelf. An entire package."

I laugh. "Okay, maybe I will have some?"

After getting my heart shattered by a sledgehammer that is reality, some chocolate will do me good.

Who needs beautiful tattooed men when there is chocolate?

As I stroll towards the couch, I turn around. "What is the name of your mate?"

Greta blushes. "I haven't asked him."

My eyes widen, and then I laugh. "Wow, that's..."

She blushes. "I know... It's just that I'm really terrified of my mate."

"Why?"

"Because he is a demon."

I look her up and down. "Yes, but... Wouldn't your mate have hurt you long ago if that's what he wanted? Not to be rude or anything, but he smells like power. He could easily kill us if he wanted to." Greta blinks. "So why hasn't he?"

I smile. "You must figure that out on your own."