Sexting With A Vampire

Chapter 3

Stella

I receive a text from Evan before it's time for lunch.

My curiosity gnaws at me. What could Evan possibly want?

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I'm sitting inside the auditorium, at the far back. My teacher is talking, yet I slide my phone forward to peer down at Evan's message. I'm turning into a rebel, but I kind of like the adrenaline.

Evan: Is it a game of yours to pretend yesterday never happened?

My heart stills.

Me: What do you mean?

Evan: Are you serious?

The three dots move on my screen again.

Evan: I saw your gorgeous freckles last night, and you never replied to my following message. Are you playing games with me?

I type, but Evan sends me a new message before I answer him, and it comes with an attached picture.

Evan: Try to ignore this.

Oh-my-god.

My eyes lock on the screen, and I try not to drool when I discover a picture of Evan half-naked.

His carved abs are on full display. Smooth skin, juicy pecs, and muscles. What doesn't this guy have? A happy trail leads down to his grey Calvin Klein boxers. His long, elegant fingers are in them, and the picture cuts right underneath his nose. But it still allows me to see the cocky smirk on his lush lips.

Holy s**t.

Gorgeous.

Sexy.

And so very mischievous.

I'm having trouble breathing and feel my s*x swell against my underwear as I touch the picture with my sweaty fingertips. Vampires are beautiful predators. It's to seduce their victims and send women falling head-over-heels in love.

And it's working in Evan's favor. I'm wet and sweating before lunchtime. I want to touch myself, but I shouldn't do that in the classroom. Even though I want to.

Lord, they need a better cooling system inside this classroom. Evan is sizzling hot, and I want to see more.

I type my following message with burning cheeks. I'm usually a shy girl, but Evan thinks it's Ashley writing to him. It gives me the courage needed to be bold and needy.

Me: I want to see what is hiding under your boxers.

It doesn't take long before Evan replies.

Evan: You have to earn it.

I pout and mutter. "What a tease..."

***

When it's time to eat lunch in the cafeteria, I'm surprised that Ashley, Julia, Whitney, and I sit together with Evan's people. This has never ever happened before. Has something changed overnight?

Ashley is sitting by Evan's right side, and somehow I ended up on his left.

Another shudder sweeps by me when I glance up at Evan. From butterflies or fear? I don't know.

I'm so confused and conflicted when I'm this close to the big guy. Evan is sexy and gorgeous, but I'm reminded of him killing alpha Logan whenever he looks at me.

Unfortunately, the little incident did nothing to quench my thirst for him. Which has made me question my sanity. How can I be attracted to someone so dark and twisted?

I repeatedly ask myself that question even if I know the answer: how could anyone resist Evan?

The devilish vampire comes in a handsome package, and I'm actively fighting my arousal around him. My heart is pounding, but I try to act like normal. Like I haven't seen Evan naked.

And now I can't get his abs out of my head...

Stop trying to think about him naked, Stella!

I shove more food into my mouth and only pause when a snicker escapes from Ashley's lips.

"Oh, look," Ashley smiles when she looks up at Evan. "Another human girl is on her way to confess her feelings for you, Evan."

Evan doesn't avert his eyes from his food. He keeps eating even when the girl stands and watches us with her three friends. She is sending nervous glances in Evan's way.

Interesting. I've never given it much thought, but Evan is probably also wanted by human women and not only vampires.

"Aren't you going to talk to them?" Ashley asks. "I read their minds; the middle girl wants to ask you out."

Ashley's special gift is to read people's minds, but her ability has never worked on me. She can't enter my head no matter how hard she tries, while Evan did it without breaking into a sweat.

"This isn't kindergarten," Whitney turn her attention to the human girls. She is sitting in front of me together with Julia. "If they want something, they got to come forward."

Ashley shifts in her seat. "But it would be fun if—"

"Aren't you and I betrothed?" Evan interrupts, wiping his mouth with a tissue without glancing at Ashley.

"Yes, but—"

"Then stop caring so much," Evan says.

Everyone falls silent, but I soon notice that Ryker is ogling me. He is sitting by my left, and there is nowhere I can turn. I'm not crazy enough to jump closer to Evan; I don't have a death wish.

"You should eat more protein, pup!" Ryker says. He isn't the most intelligent vampire, which makes me question how Whitney can handle being with him.

"Why should she eat more protein?" Whitney asks in an irritated tone. "It shouldn't bother you what Ashley's servant puts into her mouth."

Ryker beams at his girlfriend. "The Snowflake pack is hoping for Stella to defeat Evan one day. I wish to see such a fight happen, but the pup needs to eat to last even a second against him. She doesn't have that much muscle on her."

Ashley snorts. "Please, Stella challenging Evan would be suicide no matter how hard she trains. Evan is undefeated, and Stella would be dead within two seconds."

Whitney, Ryker, Julia, and Joshua all laugh. Ashley joins in on the fun, but I'm surprised when Evan doesn't laugh. He keeps eating but glances at me when he notices me staring.

I squirm in my seat and turn my attention to my food. Evan returns to his food too, and I calm down a little.

Jasper, another vampire, walks up to our table with a haunted expression when I open my dessert.

"Hello," Jasper takes a seat. "May I talk to you?"

"Hey, you can't just sit down!" Ryker glares at him. "State your business."

Jasper wet his parched lips. "I need to talk to the vampire prince."

Ryker growls. "No, you—"

"Let him talk," Evan says, giving Jasper his intense attention. "What do you want?"

Jasper squirms in his seat, seeming to hesitate before he speaks. "Rumor has it a new pack is moving to Lunaris, and they are huge in numbers."

"Is that so?" Evan asks, unbothered by the news.

Jasper continues talking. "Yes, and alpha Raphael has sworn to kill the vampire prince holding his mate captive. He claims that the silver-haired werewolf is his fated mate."

My lips part. I'm not old enough to discover my mate's identity—I'm nineteen, a few weeks from twenty. It would be stupid to believe Raphael is my mate without proof, but this might mean I will get rescued.

Hope spirals within my chest, but Evan's cold eyes set me back on earth. He is studying me, but as usual, not a single emotion is carved into his aristocratic features.

But suddenly, Evan shocks me to the core by acknowledging me. His blue eyes lock on mine, and he parts his lips. "Would you like that, pup?"

I blink. "W-what?"

Whitney sighs. "Evan is asking you if you would like to be rescued, Stella. And the answer should be bloody obvious: you're a werewolf and not a vampire. You're our enemy."

Ashley growls in her seat. "Raphael can't take Stella away from me! Who will do my homework then?"

The other vampires fall into a conversation while Evan silently focuses on my face. Heat is rising to my cheeks, and my n*****s harden when he reaches out his hand again.

He touches me.

But this time, I don't witness us making love—I see a battlefield filled with werewolves, and I'm leading them into the forest. My silver wolf lifts its head, howling up at the moon, and I shudder.

Is this my future?

I want to ask what it all means; I wish to see more, but Evan removes his hand and places it on the table. He says nothing, yet I can feel something shifting within me.

My inner wolf wishes to run, though I repress the urge, knowing Ashley wouldn't allow it. I'm still a prisoner.

I have no strength here, but something tells me things might change when alpha Raphael moves to the city of Lunaris.