Todos los capítulos de The Vampire's Second Chance: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

ChristineRight, slow.Sebastian sipped his wine, his lips gently sticking to the glass. He sat there like I wasn't sitting in his lap earlier. How could he remain so calm? He was cool as a cucumber, and I was a hot sticky mess in places I didn't know I could be. The chemistry was definitely there. Sebastian felt it, too, and as much as my heart broke for him no longer having his mate, some sick and twisted part of me was happy. I'm going to hell. He wasn't attached, and neither was I. Sebastian wanted to pursue me, but part of me felt conflicted. I couldn't replace his mate, I couldn't be the person he was supposed to be gifted with from the goddess. Now I am entertaining the idea that the goddess is real. Our food was served. Sebastian had a bloody steak, while my steak looked charred compared to his. The neatly displayed forks and knives, all suited for a five-course meal, had me panicking. Sebastian was dead serious about this 'date.' It was supposed to be a 'friendship' dinn

ChristineI poked the monster vampire. I poked him really good, too. The entire movie, I couldn't keep my hands off him. I didn't even care that other people were in the room and that Ashton was shamelessly staring at my leg practically thrown over Sebastians.We said we would go slow, but what slow are we talking about here? The one where I let him into my heart or the physical stuff? Because my body was ready, I have never been so turned on in my entire life, even with Wyatt. Sebastian's heated gazes shot straight to my pussy. The intense stares, and his fangs that I knew he was trying to hide had me squeezing my legs as tight as I could. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. He hid some deep part of him, trying to keep his hands off me.Would he be rough? Be gentle? My ex, who was now just a fleeting memory, was tender to me, soft even. Probably too soft. Sebastian's claws scraping my skin ever so carefully as to not draw blood was erotic. I was standing on a high rope,

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. The further and further away I went from Christine, the harder the steps became. My urge to sit outside her window in a damn tree to make sure she slept was too strong. This bond, this feeling, it was keeping me from thinking straight. Growling, a bear rustled in the bushes on the far side of the plantation house. "You alright?" Justin came forward, his hand touching my shoulder, but my snarl ripped through the air. I wanted to fucking kill something. The bear was better than any human to take upon my wrath. Darting from his hold, I reached the edge of the forest, the bear oblivious to my prowling when I caught my mate's scent. My eyes glowed, watching from afar. Her window had been opened, the cool air that entered her room replaced the outside with the alluring mixture of her scent and mine.I breathed in deep, calming my body until I walked back up the path. "You can't do this, Sebastian," Justin trekked with me. My long strides having h

ChristineI stretched, my back arching backward, half wanting to feel Sebastian's morning wood next to me. Only, I was left with soft pillows encompassing my body in a perfect little nest. Groaning, I rolled over to smell in the spice scent he left. It was still warm, surprising since I always thought vampires to be cold, but he never was to me.Inhaling one more time, a soft petal fell on my cheek. The sweet soft smells of roses had me wake up seeing the blood-red coloring against the white sheets. Picking up the rose that had the thorns meticulously removed, the rustling of a letter fell to my lap. Stunning, calligraphy lettering written to perfection held my name. The lonely pang of disappointment was now gone, and excitement surged.'Christine,'It read, my heart almost exploded how decorated he made my name. It stood out far more intricate and delicate than any other wording inside the letter like he spent time creating a piece of art that represented me. 'I'm sorry to leave yo

Grabbing my hand, she led me to the front right of the stage. The music was still playing from the DJ at the top of the stage until the lights faded from him and the music died. Roars of cheers went through the crowd, Pamela waving her hands in the air as her blue tube top sparkled in the dimming light. Her fangs descended, watching the four prominent men walk on stage. The lead singer, held piercings, black leather bracelets, his hair spiked with blonde tips holding a microphone as he held up his arm and parted his fingers in the traditional rock-and-roll style hand gestures. The drummer, donning a leather vest, pants, and thick silver-looking chains around his neck, began beating on his instruments. The entire room went crazy. Wolves, vampires, and some holding pointed ears like elves or fairies threw bras, and panties on the stage while the men who came to watch eyed them all in jealousy and excitement. I was the only one standing still, facing the never-ending crowd looking beyo