Stefan: Le Beau Brothers: New Orleans Billionaire Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates (Le Beau Series Book 3)

by V. A. Dold

  “Looking for you.”

  They slowly swayed to the mournful tune being performed as lips and hands roamed discreetly.

  A woman exiting the ladies’ restroom a few feet away gave him a very naughty idea.

  Stefan scanned the bar to make sure no one was watching. Glancing back to her, he indicated the door with a tilt of his head, winked, and took her hand. They entered a large, one-person bathroom that didn’t require separate stalls, excellent for what he had in mind. His dream woman threw the lock as the door swung shut–smart lady. Privacy at last.

  Without breaking stride, he backed her against the far wall. As her bared skin connected with the cooler tile, she let out a startled gasp. A more ideal opportunity couldn’t have presented itself. He seized her parted lips, kissing her long and deep until his head spun from lack of oxygen. Goddess, she was perfection, and tasted so hot and spicy. For a second he wondered what she’d eaten to taste this delicious.

  There were acres of flesh that needed his attention and he intended to enjoy every bit of her. Trailing hot kisses from her swollen lips to the curve of her neck, he lingered where he ached to put his bite, until she moaned and writhed against him.

  Their temperatures rose rapidly as hands and lips became more frantic. Heat danced between them like a living flame. She was always so responsive, giving as good as she got.

  Stefan ran his palm from her grinding hips up her ribs to the tiny bit of halter-top–a thin scrap of cotton between his marauding hands and the treasure he sought.

  As he traced the edge of the offending cotton barrier, he drew back. “This needs to go,” he murmured, and brushed his thumbs across her peaked nipples straining for his touch.

  Using the leverage of her shoulders, she arched away from the wall to give his hands room to unclasp the halter. The new position ground her hips even harder against his straining cock. Stefan groaned as his hand slipped under the dangling fabric, her engorged nipples tickling his palms and making his mouth water.

  He kneaded the luscious mounds as he lowered his head to one rosy peak. Her grip tightened on his shoulders as her moans echoed off the walls.

  “Yes,” she cried as he lightly bit down.

  His dream lover fisted his hair and thrust more of her magnificent breast into his mouth. His erection tested the pressure rating of the rivets in his jeans, but he wanted to make this last so the damn things would just have to hold.

  Still suckling her breast, he slid a hand down her eager body to her belt buckle. Clothing was no longer an option and he made short order of her shoes and jeans. Only her panties remained between his seeking fingers and his goal. Locking gazes with her, he traced the strip of thong between her legs with his seeking fingertips.

  Damn! She was wet.

  His two fingers slipped deep into her moist heat, eliciting a cry of pleasure. He had to tighten his hold to prevent her quaking legs from buckling.

  “Turn around,” he urged huskily, relishing the brush of her skin against his as she slowly complied. With her back pressed to his heated body, he seductively ran his palms down her arms to gently raise her hands to the wall. “Just hang on,” he breathed into her hair. “And enjoy yourself.”

  His hands slipped back to her shoulders and continued their slide across her aching breasts, over her hips, and down her stomach, until stopping between her quivering thighs.

  She widened her stance and arched toward him as he pushed the thong aside and slid one finger along her wet folds.

  “More,” she pleaded and pressed against his seeking fingers, begging for his touch. Grinding her ass into his throbbing cock.

  He swore he heard a rivet pop when he sank two fingers deep, setting a slow, sensuous ride for his dream lover. If she needed more, he would oblige. He quickened the pace and added a third finger as he met her thrust for thrust.

  In seconds she exploded around him with a barely suppressed shout.

  Stefan leaned back from her still quivering body just enough to reach his jeans; that scrap of thong needed to go. The sight of that tiny bit of satin disappearing down the center of her gorgeous ass almost did him in. His knees shook as he lowered his zipper. The trusty Levi’s had put up a valiant effort, but were about to lose the battle.

  She began to turn from the wall, but he placed a hand on her shoulder to stop the motion.

  “Don’t move,” he panted.

  Going to his knees, he cupped two handfuls of trembling flesh and spread the enticing mounds. “Exquisite,” he murmured between kisses. Blindly, his fingers traced the waistband of her thong as he licked her right through the satin of her panties.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  “Oh, I will, cher.”

  With one quick tug, the thong was history, her cheeks jiggling from the force. Damn, she had great rebound. Not about to miss out on the banquet before him, Stefan’s plundering tongue quickly replaced the deceased thong.

  “Spread your legs further for me, baby,” he growled, his voice gravelly with need. Tenderly, he pushed her legs apart, and then held her in his desired position. “Right there, cher.”

  He needed to taste her glistening heaven more than he needed to breathe.

  With his first lick, her hips jerked, and then caught his rhythm. So hot. So spicy. He would never get enough of her taste. Using gentle fingers, he spread her folds wider, granting him better access to her heat and swollen clit.

  Each lick and suckle caused her legs’ trembling to increase under his palms.

  “I’m–going–to–fall,” she said between pants.

  “I’ve got you, cher.”

  “Oh God! Stefan!” she cried and shattered again.

  His wolf howled in triumph. They had given her a second orgasm and this time she had shouted his name. He only wished she would have been turned to him so he could see the ecstasy on her face. Next time, he decided.

  Goddess, he loved her taste. No other woman had ever come close to his dream woman in satisfying him and his wolf.

  When he was sure she wouldn’t fall, he drew back and rose from the floor.

  “That was,” she panted over her shoulder, “amazing.”

  “Yes, you are,” he agreed licking his fingers. “But, I’m far from finished with you, so don’t move.”

  He started at her neck again, kissing a path across her back, as he slipped his hands around to cup her glorious breasts. Stefan took his time kneading and rolling the taut peaks from behind. Her moans filled the room again as she ground her soft ass into his painful erection.

  He’d never last if she continued to grind on him. Drawing in a calming breath, he forced his body under control and the fog from his brain. Goddess knows it could be weeks before he dreamt of her again. Blue balls had become a constant state of being for him lately. He was determined to make the most of each and every dream he received.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he growled, his body shaking with the effort to maintain control.

  Turning her head, he captured a desperately needed kiss and groaned when she swept her tongue across his and explored the inside of his mouth.

  He needed to get inside her sweet heat before he came in his jeans.

  “Sorry, cher, this is going to be fast. Your incredible body is killing me and it’s been too long.” He panted between licks and nibbles before he drew back to free himself from the prison of denim he was serving time in. Guiding her to arch her back, he grabbed her hips and surged forward.

  Her cry was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever heard and pleased his wolf to no end. Like a crazed man, he drove deep, to the hilt, slapping skin on skin. With each thrust against the soft cushion of her ass, her cheeks bounced deliciously.

  She felt so damn good. Warm, wet heat gripped him tight. Ah, fuck… this was going to definitely challenge his stamina. Then it got worse, or should he say better. Goddess help him, she gyrated her hips. He was Mount Vesuvius preparing to erupt. Her heat surrounded him like molten lava. The sensations turned him into a qu
ivering junky. He couldn’t get enough and knew his next fix wasn’t guaranteed. Stefan’s desperation kicked up another notch, he needed to taste her lips as he pumped in and out of her in frantic thrusts.

  “Yes…yes,” his dream lover chanted louder and louder.

  Her head was thrown back, eyes rolling, and lips parted as she panted in ecstasy. One palm gripped her bouncing breast as he held on to her hip with the other. Every rebound of her exquisite curves amped his pleasure and encouraged him to increase his rhythm.

  Her heat tightened around his straining cock as she exploded with a mind-blowing orgasm. He joined her seconds later, unable to stop his own release once her body began to milk his erection with strong throbbing pulls. She’d taken everything he had to give, leaving him so spent he had to brace himself–holding her quivering form in a standing position by pressing her between his body and the tiled wall.

  It took a moment of heavy breathing before he admitted defeat. They weren’t going to remain standing regardless of his good intentions to hold her up from the bathroom floor. This amazing woman was the only female who had ever been able to weaken his legs to useless jelly. The best he was able to manage was sitting himself on the floor with her in his lap. That would have to do.

  If he were to ever be challenged by another wolf after making love to this woman, he would be a very dead wolf. She was, hands down, the sexiest woman he’d ever known and he’d known a hell of a lot of them.

  Conversation was a huge nonfactor at the moment, first he had to catch his breath and then try to get his brain to reengage.

  Loud pounding on the door abruptly ended their recovery time. They were out of options. Two sets of jelly legs were going to have to rise to the momentous task of transporting them to a booth in the bar.

  She smiled and struggled to stand. “I think we were just served an eviction notice.”

  “Is that what that was?” Stefan chuckled. “I thought it was the sound of my heart banging on my ribs.”

  She managed to get to her feet and offered him a hand. It took a few minutes, but they were now dressed and snuggled into a booth in the bar.

  Stefan waited for the waitress to set down their drinks and walk away before he turned and asked, “Will you ever tell me your name? Come on, cher, please tell me.”

  Like every other dream, she gazed at him sadly and shook her head. “Like I’ve said before, you’ve never looked at me twice in the past twelve years. But, we have met. If you ever notice me when you’re awake you’ll know my name, but you never do. Perhaps I should go.”

  Stefan placed his hand on her arm before she could scoot from the booth. “Please stay. I won’t ask your name again. Promise.”

  She nodded and settled against him for the remainder of the night.

  *****

  He didn’t dream of her as often as he would like, but he had last night. In those visions he recognized some of the locations they occurred in, and he knew the bar from last night’s dream.

  Scowling, he scrubbed his fingers through his hair; she said he knew her in real life. Dammit! Why couldn’t he remember who she was? When had he met her? He sure as hell would have remembered her.

  It made sense that she was a real woman and living in the area. Night after night, he visited the clubs from his dreams on the off chance she might be in one of them. It hadn’t worked yet, but he wasn’t giving up.

  Stefan shoved the hose onto the gas pump, a bit harder than necessary. Then he sucked in a breath as he willed himself to calm down. Like many other nights, this one had ended in frustration. His hopes had been so high when he’d left home this evening that this nightclub would be the one. It hadn’t been.

  “Another bust of a night,” he snarled to himself.

  Sure, he enjoyed the incredible blues singer, but that wasn’t what had drawn him to the nightclub. The dream of his mystery woman from the night before had been the catalyst for this evenings outing. Dammit! He was so sure he would find her there tonight.

  The only plus to his visit had been a positive ID of the woman he sought. When he described her to the bartender, he confirmed she had in fact been there last night, but she paid in cash and he had no idea what her name was.

  Growling, he’d missed meeting her in person again. If only his dreams would show him what was about to happen instead of what had been.

  Renewing his resolve, he straightened to his full six-foot-four height. Even though he had hit every club, restaurant, grocery store, and feed store within twenty square miles of his home hoping to run into her, he wouldn’t give up. If a location was revealed in his dreams he was there the next day hoping to either see her or get information on her. So far, he’d only learned that she was, in fact, real and not just a wishful, delicious dream.

  Unlike a human, he had about seventy years to continue his search if she was human and hundreds if she was a shifter. He’d already committed to finding her no matter what, and now that he saw the happiness Simon and Cade had with their mates, he wanted one as well. He was convinced his mystery dream woman was his one and only. He just needed to be in the right location at the right time.

  Ever since his heart-shattering love affair one hundred seventy years ago, he hadn’t allowed himself to get close to a woman. One broken heart was plenty as far as he was concerned. So, he maintained a hard and fast rule: date them only once, sleep with them only once, and never spend the night. Thus far, this had kept him from shattering into a million pieces like he had when he found Beth cheating on him with her footman. He vowed that would never happen again.

  Since that dreadful day, he hadn’t thought that much about having a mate of his own, or children for that matter. Not until Cade found Anna and Simon found Rose. Add to that the ecstatic happiness about Anna’s pregnancy and his mind was thinking all kinds of previously unacceptable thoughts. And now his heart was waving an arm frantically trying to catch his attention and get him back on the love train.

  After a couple of years of random dreams about the beautiful woman with chestnut hair and soft chocolate eyes, not to mention killer curves, he was ready to break his own rules. But, only for her.

  Chapter Two

  Isaac’s Plan

  A knock sounded the next morning as the family finished breakfast.

  “John, would you get that?” Anna asked from the kitchen.

  “Sure, Mom.”

  John opened the door to a smiling Isaac.

  “Hey. Good morning, Grandpa!”

  John and Thomas had taken to calling Isaac and Emma their grandparents the moment the brothers accepted Cade into the family.

  “Johnny! Is everyone still home? I would like to speak to all of you together, if I can.”

  “We sure are. We just finished eating, but there’s a fresh pot of coffee if you would like some.”

  “Thank you, I would like a cup, if you don’t mind.”

  John headed to the kitchen while Isaac followed the sound of voices to the recreation room.

  He found Thomas and Cade relaxing and discussing the upcoming football game on TV.

  “Hi, guys.”

  “Hi, Dad, what brings you over so early.”

  Thomas grunted. “Hi.” He was a little surly in the morning and this was no exception.

  Isaac chuckled at his grumpiness and sat in the last available Lazy Boy. As he was preparing to speak with Thomas, John and Anna joined them. Isaac stood to give his daughter-in-law a hug and helped her to a chair.

  “As I said last night, I have a plan for Thomas and John since they’re staying here in Louisiana. I would also like to discuss bringing Jack and Michael into the group as well once they have acclimated to their new existence. Etienne tells me they are doing incredibly well.”

  “Okay, Dad. So, what’s your idea?” Cade asked.

  Thomas sat forward, interested. He wasn’t a man to sit idly on the sidelines.

  “I was asked to retake the throne and I’ll be leading a meeting with all the family patriarchs in a cou
ple weeks. With the threat from the local mobsters who came after Anna and this mystery group who is after the throne, I feel it’s time to create a police force, if you will. You could call it a security force for the royal family if you prefer.”

  “How do John and I fit into that?” Thomas groused. “I’m not being converted, remember?”

  “As far as every member of this family is concerned, you’re more than capable as a human to do the job, and as Emma said, the goddess has plans for you which usually means something big.”

  That got Thomas’s attention. From the expression on his face, he hadn’t looked at it that way.

  “Anyway, I would like John and Thomas to begin organizing the security for the family both here at home and when we travel to meetings. When Jack and Michael are able, I’ll offer them positions on the security force as well. Not only are they good, loyal men, but they will also bond the shifters and vampires together as a cohesive force. Etienne has already agreed that it will be a very positive move for both sides.”

  Thomas rubbed his chin and stared at the floor in thought. John silently watched him and waited for his response. John respected Thomas’s guidance both as a lawman and his older brother. He had always been their leader and had the police academy degree to boot.

  After a couple minutes he looked at John, and with a single nod turned to Isaac. “All right, I think that’s a great idea. We have experience in security and investigation, and Jack and Michael will be strong assets once they join us. We should have a comprehensive meeting to determine your exact needs and what assets you currently have as well as what we’ll need to obtain.”

  Isaac grinned from ear to ear. He knew he had made his strongest choice in Thomas as his security leader. Without missing a beat he had filled the shoes and was in complete charge of the situation.

  Anna had been listening quietly on the edge of the room. “Isaac, what do you suggest be done about permanent homes for the boys? I assume you’d like to keep them close since they are your security.”