Dalakis Passion 3 - Stefan's Salvation by N.J. Walters

swallowed her tongue. This tall, dark stranger looming above
her should have had her running and screaming in terror. Instead, she wanted to crawl
into his arms and beg him to never let her go. Just for a second she'd thought his eyes
had glowed red in the darkness and that she'd caught the glimpse of gleaming fangs.
But she'd blinked and seen nothing but the flash of the whites of his teeth as he'd
spoken to her. It was simply a trick of the moonlight. That and a fear of the unknown.
She admitted that she was drawn to the fact that they shared some of the same
abilities. But after what she'd just witnessed, she had no doubt that his powers were far
greater than hers. She still had no idea how he'd managed to hide his presence from
her. She'd searched that very corner and she'd swear on a stack of Bibles that he hadn't
been there. Yet he had been.
Energy and power seemed to surround him, almost causing the air to crackle with
it. It attracted and frightened her all at once. Even as she listed in her head all the
reasons she should send him away, she knew she wouldn't. The attraction and the
temptation were too great to be denied.
Stefan Dalakis was the most sensual man she'd ever met. He wasn't handsome in
the classical sense, but his rugged features suited him well and he oozed a sensuality
that would draw any woman he wanted to him.
Everything about the man was massive, from his height to the sheer expanse of his
shoulders and chest. Muscles rippled under his skin with every movement and since he
was totally naked, she had a completely unrestricted view of him. Laurel Rose clawed
at the sheet under her to keep from reaching out and touching him. She had the almost
overwhelming urge to rub her hands all over his body and pet him much like she had
the wolf earlier that evening. They had much in common. Both were male animals in
their prime, strong and fit and definitely the alpha of any pack.
His thighs bulged with muscle as he knelt on the bed in front of her. And there was
certainly no hiding his aroused state. His cock was jutting out in front of him, long and
thick and ready. Her womb clenched tight, contracting with need. It was the primal
reaction of a female recognizing and acknowledging her need for her man.
She'd never seen a man so aroused in her life. Johnny Mills didn't count, as that was
so many years ago she could barely remember it. Even if she could, she feared that he
would have proved severely lacking when compared with Stefan. She had a feeling that
no man could compare to Stefan.
He could easily overpower her, yet she instinctively knew she could stop him with
a single word. That kind of power was intoxicating. Stefan Dalakis exuded a raw, basic
sexuality that excited her. His overwhelming masculinity made her feel more feminine
than she'd ever felt in her life. His strength dwarfed hers, yet she was not without her
own power. There was no doubt that he wanted her. That was more than evident by the
state of his arousal. But he sat there with his hands caressing the backs of her legs,
waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do.
What did she want? She wanted the pleasure that he offered her. There was
something about Stefan that told a woman that she was in for the sexual experience of a
lifetime. The thought of all that sensual energy focused entirely on her almost made her
come on the spot. But still, a tiny part of her was apprehensive.
"You'll stop if I want you to?" She felt stupid and incredibly juvenile asking him
that question, but she still needed an answer. She knew that he was way out of her
league in terms of sexual experience and as close as she felt to him, he was still a
stranger.
"I'll stop whenever you wish. Go only as far as you want." His words were both a
reassurance and a subtle threat. But she was satisfied.
"Okay." She relaxed on the bed and waited.
The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, making his thin lips seem softer, not
quite so harsh and forbidding. His long black hair