GRAVE DESIRES: FATED MATES

Craving

Walker made his way to his room before his father came back home from his den meeting. He showered and threw on some sweats, tossing himself on to the bed and scrolling his phone.

He looked up Roxie on her social media, but she wasn't too active and she still had pictures up of Jesse and Felicity.

Why did he feel drawn to her—the timid little mouse with the fiery temper and hot mouth?

He loved the way she felt, the power he had over her when he held her up against the wall—how Roxie fell pliant into his hold, not resisting him until he advanced.

"Fuck.." Walker looked down at the tent his cock had made in his sweats. There was no way he was growing hard for the runt.

Tugging his cock out of his pants, he began to stroke and stroke—dropping his phone onto the spot next to him. All he thought about was her scent, her smile...the way she liked it when he was roaming her body with his hands—the way her nipples jutted out like pert little diamonds when he'd pulled her closer to his chest at school.

He suddenly exploded, ropes of cum shooting out onto his stomach—he let out a soft moan.

Reaching for the tissue, Walker cleaned himself up and sighed.

He grabbed his phone and scrolled for her number.

"This is a good cobbler," Roxie said, "Who made it?"

"I think it was Valentina," Suri smiled, "She sure does make a mean peach cobbler, doesn't she? I could eat it all by myself."

"Me, too..." Roxie savored her bite as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Glancing at it, she looked at the number, contact name: Shithead.

Pick you up tomorrow at 7. Don't make me wait.

She felt herself grow clammy as she read the text. Why would he want her there?

R: No.

S: Don't do this, mouse. You need to come out and have a good time.

R: I don't want to have a good time—not with you.

S:I swear I will drag you out of that house by your ankles if you don't do what I say.

R: You don't scare me, Walker.

S: I should. Don't you want the job and your mom to get a raise?

R: Fine.... 7 it is...

S: Good girl.

Feeling absolutely disgusted, Roxie told her mom about Felicity and Jesse.

"Oh, honey, that's awful. I am so sorry. Will you forgive them?"

Roxie shrugged, "I don't have any other friends."

Suri knew it wasn't easy for her daughter to make friends. Roxie was smart, kind, and quite pretty, but she was a loner—and from the other side of the tracks.

"You will find the man of your dreams one day and the friends you will make will be the ones you'll value and cherish for a lifetime."

Roxie smiled. It hadn't been easy since her dad died—and she knew her mother longed for his touch.

Steven was a good man and the way he died was suspicious—with even the most prominent and snooty of vamps coming to his funeral.

He'd been attacked by a rogue pack about an hour from Myrtle—a wolf pack. In their world, it was completely acceptable for vampires to mingle with other creatures, but this pack was feral and it had been almost three years since Steven's passing.