Stefan's Salvation(3)

He pinched her swollen nipples before releasing her breasts and tearing open the

fastenings of her tight jeans. Thrusting his hand down the front of her skimpy bikini

panties, he found her pussy, hot and wet.

Turning back to Karen, he leaned down and nipped at her earlobe before

whispering in her ear. "Open your blouse and bra." He licked at the whorls of her ear.

"Then open your jeans and push them down so I can finger-fuck you and your friend at

the same time." He skimmed his tongue over her neck and bit the top of her shoulder

lightly before releasing her.

While he told Karen what he wanted, he'd kept his fingers busy on her friend,

burying two of them deep inside her. Her cream slipped from her pussy, coating his

hand as she moaned and rocked her hips.

Clothing rustled next to them and within seconds Karen had ripped off her blouse

and bra and thrown them to the ground. She fumbled with the opening of her jeans and

then both jeans and panties were down around her knees.

Stefan immediately fondled her breasts, arousing the tips to hard peaks before

sliding his hand lower. Karen was just as wet and ready as her friend and he sank his

fingers into her.

Leaning back against the building with their clothing mostly gone, both women

made an incredibly erotic picture. But still, Stefan felt no stirring of desire.

Anger flared to life within him. He'd been looking forward to some sexual release,

but this unknown woman had robbed him of it and he didn't even know who she was.

That gave her power over him and Stefan didn't like that one bit.

The moans of the women in front of him grew louder and he chastised himself for

not paying attention. The last thing he wanted was for someone to hear them and come

to investigate.

Leaning closer to them, he spoke softly, ordering them to be quiet. Immediately, the

groans of pleasure went silent but they continued to pump their hips hard, both of them

reaching for release.

They really were quite lovely with their breasts bobbing as they thrust forward and

backward, pleasuring themselves on his hands. Their skin was soft and their pussies hot

and wet. Beyond the heavy makeup and brittle laughter, he could see the beauty in

them both. He could sense their desperation with their lives and how they both longed

for more than they had in this small town.

It was time.

Easily slipping into their minds, he took control of their thoughts, purposely

blurring them. It was easy. They were both so open and relaxed by the beer they'd

drunk and the potent desire pulsing through their veins. They would never even know

what he was doing. All they would feel was the pleasure.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled Karen's neck and licked the salt from her flesh. She

silently tilted her head, giving herself to him. And he took what she offered. His fangs

lengthened and he sank them into her soft skin. Her blood gushed forward, filling his

mouth immediately. It was warm and fresh and he savored every drop as he drank

deep. It slipped down his throat and hit his belly with a warmth that made him moan.

Mindful not to take too much, he carefully withdrew his teeth and licked the

wound closed. It would disappear within minutes. Thrusting his fingers deep one final

time, he brushed her clit with his thumb. Karen came quickly, her release gushing over

his hand and down her inner thighs.

When she was finished, he withdrew his hand and eased her down until she was

sitting against the building. Then he turned all his attention to her friend. This woman

was slightly bigger and he could afford to take more of her blood. Her neck arched, but

her large breasts drew him. Cupping a pale mound in his hand, he nuzzled his way to

the side before sinking his teeth in deep.

Stefan felt lightheaded, almost drunk as he continued to feed. Like Karen, her blood

was rich and pure. Cousins. The thought flashed across his mind. These women were

cousins. It would be easy to get lost in the erotic images that filled her thoughts, but

Stefan forced himself to pay attention. When she'd given all he sensed she could, he

withdrew his teeth and closed the wound.

Again, he pushed his fingers hard into her pussy, driving her desire higher. One

brush of his thumb against her clit and her orgasm hit her. Her hips jerked as spasms

shook her. When she was done, Stefan withdrew his hand and lowered her until she

was seated next to Karen.

Licking his lips, he savored the flavor of the blood they'd both given him. Fresh

blood was much more potent than that stored in a blood bank. Power surged through

his veins as the life-giving liquid pumped through his body. Strength and vitality

rippled though every bone, every muscle--indeed, every fiber of his body.

One of them groaned, drawing his attention. Karen slumped forward, holding her

head in her hands. Stefan felt a stirring in his chest and was surprised by the

compassion he felt for both women.

Crouching down in front of them, he helped them both get dressed. When they

were both fully clothed, he tugged them to their feet, steadying them until they could

stand on their own. They looked so young and bewildered that they made him feel old

and jaded. He made up his mind that they would come into a small inheritance from a

distant aunt they didn't know. He'd make sure it was enough money for them to go

away and start a new life if they chose.

That decision made, he leaned down and kissed them each on the forehead before

escorting them back to the corner of the building. There he cupped their faces one at a

time and, staring deep into their eyes, he reinforced the memory he'd already

implanted. They would not remember him at all. They would not remember anything

except leaving the bar and driving home. They would sleep deeply tonight and wake

refreshed in the morning.

He watched from the shadows as they got into their car and drove away. They

would be safely home in their beds within the half-hour. As their headlights faded in

the distance, Stefan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Hitting

one of the numbers on speed dial, he waited patiently while it rang. Before he'd sent the

women home, he'd delved into their minds to get the information he needed.

A sleepy voice answered the phone. "Yeah?"

"This is Stefan Dalakis." He could here the shuffling of covers as the man scrambled

up in bed.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Dalakis. What can I do for you?"

Stefan gave the man his instructions. Within twenty-four hours, Karen and her

cousin would be the beneficiaries of a distant aunt who didn't really exist. When he was

finished, he ended the call, confident everything would be handled exactly as he'd

requested. The Dalakis family was this law firm's biggest client and they did everything

possible to keep them happy. Stefan smiled cynically. Money did have its uses.

He hesitated for a brief moment before hitting another number on speed dial. "It's

about damn time," the voice on the other end snapped.

Stefan held the phone away and smiled before slowly putting it back to his ear. "I

miss you too," he told his brother.

Lucian snorted. "Delight's been worried about you."

Stefan sobered immediately. He knew that it was Lucian who'd worried more. His

brother understood just how precariously Stefan's life was balanced at the moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her, but I just couldn't talk."

His brother sighed. "I know." Stefan could almost picture his sophisticated, urbane

brother shoving his fingers through his long hair in exasperation. "Where are you?"

"Transylvania. Well, not to far from there. I'm not exactly sure where I am at the

moment."

"You went home to see Cris and Johanna?" Stefan could hear the surprise and just a

tinge of disappointment in his brother's voice.

"No. Transylvania, North Carolina." He leaned back against the wall and sighed.

"With a name like that, I just had to stop and see it. I'm still on the road," he added

softly. "I'd come home and see you before I did anything else."

Lucian was quiet on the other end, although Stefan could hear him breathing.

Stefan knew that his brother understood the implication. "Just remember that we are

here for you. Always. We can get through anything together. We are Dalakis."

His brother's understanding and willingness to do anything for him moved Stefan

deeply. "We are Dalakis," he echoed softly. Straightening away from the wall, he

briskly continued. "I've moved on, but I'm still in North Carolina. I'm going to be here a

while. Do some more exploring."

"Just check in now and again." Lucian's sardonic voice was loud, his meaning clear.

"I will," Stefan promised. "Just because I know Delight worries about me."

Lucian snorted and hung up. Stefan listened to the dial tone before snapping his

phone closed. It felt good to reconnect with his brother. He'd gone too long without it. It

had been several weeks since his last call home. That was inexcusable. He would not let

that happen again.

Tucking the phone back in his pocket, he walked to his truck and climbed into the

cab. Settling back, he waited. An hour later, he was rewarded when Aaron and Clem

walked out of the bar and hurried toward a dirty blue pickup truck. There seemed to be

more rust than paint on the vehicle and Stefan figured that it was the caked on mud that

was really holding it together.

There was a sense of purpose and urgency about them and Stefan knew that they

were heading to Laurel Rose. And when they found her, so would he.