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

by V. A. Dold

  “Wicked woman, you jumble my brain.”

  El glanced up at him, trying to look innocent, but there was a glint in her eye.

  Stefan laid rubber leaving the parking lot. The faster they got to her place, the sooner he would be holding her next to him. Kissing her full lips. Running his hands over her body. Tasting every bit of her. His cock swelled beyond his Levi’s resistance.

  Damn, another pair shot.

  “In a hurry much?” she taunted.

  He glanced and a warm laugh left his mouth. “You have no idea.”

  She smiled. “You have a nice laugh, Stefan.”

  “Thanks.”

  They pulled into her driveway, and he rushed to open her door. When he helped her down, she thought for the second time tonight, how nice the gallant behavior of a bayou boy could be.

  “Thank you for a very nice dinner and,”– she sniffed the flower – “the lovely rose. It was very sweet,” she said, then ducked her head to hide her face.

  “Believe me,” he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “The pleasure was all mine.”

  Suppressing his natural tendency to kiss a woman’s hand and give her compliments during the past couple weeks had about killed him. In the past it was all for show, but El made him want to pamper her with every romantic gesture he could think of.

  The kiss made her shiver with rekindled desire. No one had ever done that before and it surprised her how much she enjoyed it.

  After she turned the key, she glanced at him. He wasn’t a man to miss an opportunity, and it was a blessedly short distance to brush his lips against hers. The softness of her lips made his wolf rumble with satisfaction.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tender Loving

  She was absolutely intoxicating. Lips still sealed to each other, Stefan crowded her through the door and kicked it shut.

  “J'ai besoin de faire l'amour pour vous, mate,” he growled against her neck inhaling her heady scent. Walking was too slow. With a slight bend he wrapped one arm behind her knees and swung her into his arms. The second her lips parted in a gasp, he was there teasing her tongue with his own.

  El broke the kiss panting. “Put me down. I’m too heavy, you’ll hurt your back.”

  He chuckled. “You’re as light as a feather, mon coeur. The way you see yourself and reality are two completely different things. I have every intention of showing you exactly what reality is.”

  He carried her into her blessedly dark bedroom and kicked that door shut, too.

  At least he won’t be able to see my fat and cellulite, she thought, until the bedside table flared to life.

  El dropped her forehead against his chest and groaned.

  He slid her slowly down his very aroused, very hard body. It seemed to take forever as every single squishy curve and bouncy roll brushed his rock hard physique. By the time her feet touched the floor her entire body from toes to hairline blazed with heat. She should be drooling all over this sexy man; instead she was mortified as she compared his trim body to her own.

  With a single finger he applied pressure under her chin until her eyes met his. “I won’t tolerate this poor opinion you have of yourself.” He took a step back and slowly drank her in from head to toe and back again. His tongue absently licked his lips as his gaze stopped for a moment at her breasts. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.” His chest rumbled again as he emphasized each word.

  By the time he stepped back to her she was sweating in places she had no idea could sweat.

  Did someone turn up the heat in the house?

  Drawing her scent deeply into his lungs, he growled. “I love your scent. I’ve been waiting years to make love to you and I intend to take my time.” Stefan’s eyes glowed a bit brighter as he wove his fingers through her hair in preparation of pulling her close.

  Oh, goddess! Please give me strength.

  Her trembling hands slipped under his shirt and skimmed over his stomach. The cast scratched him a little, but he didn’t care.

  Desire roared through his body and his wolf howled in his mind. The intense pressure from his straining jaw was enough to crack teeth. He didn’t know her history, but he knew it wasn’t good. He’d just have to survive whatever it took to give her the sexual confidence she deserved. It might kill him but he wouldn’t stop her shy exploration.

  When she slipped her hands around his hips to his back, he leaned in for a deep, wet, panty-incinerating kiss.

  “Would you rather we removed our clothes the human way or the shifter way,” he asked as he caught his breath.

  El squeaked at the thought of getting naked in front of him. The full ramifications of sex with Stefan came screaming home. Of course she would have to get naked. She chewed her lip and fixed her gaze on the floor.

  Stefan could hear her pulse racing and smell the fear swirling in her scent.

  “Cher, as much as I’m dying to see your delectable body, I also need you to be completely comfortable if you are going to enjoy yourself. Would it help if I turn the light off?”

  He both felt and heard her sigh of relief as she nodded. What he didn’t tell her was he could see extremely well in the dark.

  A single click and the room was flooded in darkness. The only things visible for El were Stefan’s glowing eyes.

  El stiffened in surprise when his hands returned to her hips. “Relax, mon âme soeur, there is nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me.”

  Her breath caught when she felt his thumbs brush across her nipples, hardening them into aching bundles of nerves. She hadn’t considered that the darkness would heighten every touch, every caress.

  “The human way or shifter, cher?”

  “Human. But, I should tell you, I have very little experience with sex,” she whispered in a weak voice as her senses tingled in anticipation of what he would do next.

  “Relax, mon amour. Are you a virgin?”

  There was a long pause before she answered. “No.”

  “Leave everything to me. I want to make you feel adored.” He kissed her forehead. “Cherished.” He kissed her nose. “Loved.” He kissed her lips. Then warm, wet lips closed over her nipple right through her blouse and bra. When cool air hit the wet fabric and intensified the ache, he stopped touching her all together.

  What’s he doing now?

  What were only moments felt like minutes as she stood trembling. Only the sound of Stefan’s growling and rumbling filled the darkness.

  Then fingers coursed up the buttons of her blouse and lips touched her neck, before they trailed to her mouth to devour her lips as he released the buttons on her blouse one slow button at a time. Gentle lips moved to her collarbone and followed the blouse as he brushed it from her shoulders.

  El suppressed a sigh of relief when strong arms enfolded her; that is, until she felt the clasp of her bra release. Her spine instantly stiffened.

  A breeze chilled her skin when he leaned away, taking his body heat with him. But, a moment later she felt his tongue lapping at her right nipple and her temperature ratcheted up a few hundred degrees.

  “You’re exquisite.”

  He gave her time to become comfortable with her partial nakedness before he stripped her pants, panties and all, to her ankles.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders for balance and step to your left, cher. I don’t want you to trip on your jeans.”

  He watched as she gingerly lifted her feet from the legs of her jeans and stepped aside. With a sweep of his leg he brushed them away.

  He caressed her hips and brushed up her back to wrap his fist in her hair. He had to touch her. He had to kiss her mindless, to erase all men who came before him. Burn them from her memory so only he remained.

  It was time for his mate to experience some control. “Bébé,” his voice came out gravelly with need. “If we are going to go any further, you need to take my clothes off as well.”

  El shook her head and tried to step away. Anxiety mixed with her scent.

/>   “If this is too much for you, say the word and I’ll stop.”

  She didn’t want him to stop! But, she was also terrified she’d do something wrong. She was going to be a terrible disappointment and he’d laugh at her like the others had.

  “Stop it!” he commanded. “You could never be a disappointment to me.” He took her shaking hands, placed them at the top button of his shirt, and waited.

  Stefan openly admired his mate standing naked before him. His desire simmered as he took deep breaths to control his need to touch her. This had to be her choice, her initiative. His fists clinched and unclenched as he forced himself to stand still and keep his hands to himself. The woman was going to kill him.

  She sent up a silent thank you once again for the darkness. He had stripped her bare and if he could see her ample hips and not so trim waist she would simply die.

  You can do this. Just slide the button through the hole.

  Stefan still hadn’t made a sound. Maybe she could get through this.

  The last button slipped through and his shirt hung open. It screamed for her to reach in and slide her hands over all that tantalizing flesh.

  “Touch me, cher,” he begged raggedly.

  Tentatively she reached inside the gaping shirt and skimmed his abdomen.

  Warm air rushed across her face as he moaned in pleasure. She had done that? Her touch had affected him! She’d never elicited any reaction even close to that from a man before.

  She let her fingers dance across his chest and stopped to brush her thumbs across his hardened nipples like he’d done to her. His heavy breathing and rumbles made her more daring than she’d ever been in her life.

  “Yes, mon amour, just like that,” he growled through clinched teeth.

  El chewed the edge of her lip.

  What now? He pushed my shirt off so I guess I should do that, too.

  Her self-assurance rose higher than she had ever dreamed possible as she let his shirt float to the floor and reached for his pants. The excitement pumping in her veins fueled her confidence. Seconds later, he stepped from his jeans to stand before her as naked as she was.

  Stefan closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to the goddess. El was doing great. He wanted to shout for joy, but knew she would panic and stop.

  The pad of his thumb slid over her lips, as he said, “It’s time to create new memories. Good, pleasurable memories.”

  His wolf rumbled, as he crowded her to move her back until her knees hit the edge of the bed and she sank to the mattress.

  “I—”

  Stefan followed, silencing her words with his lips, leveraging his body with his elbows so he could cover her body completely without crushing her.

  He was painfully aroused, and he needed to touch as much of her as he could. Skin to skin.

  Stefan shifted his weight so he could run his palms over every inch of her. Taut nipples called to his tongue for relief. A quick flick with the tip and he drew her deep into his hot seeking mouth. He suppressed a smile when her back arched off the bed and she pressed her breast to his lips, needing more.

  Moans of pleasure and her passion-laced scent urged him on. Still lost in her breasts, he slid a hand down her body to her weeping core.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, instinctively fisting her hands in his hair.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She felt wet lips kiss their way to her other nipple, pressing her aching peak to the roof of his mouth with his tongue and suckling strongly.

  Her body burned with intense need from years of disuse.

  Sensing what she desperately wanted, he released her nipple, gave it a tender kiss, then blazed a path of hot kisses down her ribs, over her soft stomach, not stopping until he kneeled next to her hips.

  “Spread your beautiful legs for me, cher.”

  His raw command made her heart flutter and tummy clench. When she didn’t move, he used gentle pressure from his hands to encourage her to open for him.

  One leg at a time, he slowly moved to settle between her hips. Her rising panic gave him pause.

  “Have you ever had a man taste you, El?”

  Her head slowly turned side to side in a shy no.

  “Then I’ll be the first and last. I can’t tell you how pleased that makes me.”

  He watched her brow crease in confusion at his words. With a wicked grin, he decided he would just have to show her how pleased he was.

  Sliding onto his stomach, he lifted her left leg to kiss the back of her knee before guiding it over his shoulder. Then, he repeated the ritual with the other. When she tried to pull back he soothed her before pinning her hips with his arms. After he felt her relax he proceeded.

  Open and laid out like a feast, just the way he wanted her. This was not to be rushed. He swept his tongue over her feminine lips and gently slipped between them, worshiping her body. Stefan planned to give her the experience of her life using every skill he had learned over his many years. And those skills were considerable.

  A loud moan filled the room, and it took a moment for El to realize the sound had come from her. Her mind was totally lost in fog, but the things Stefan was doing to her body, she didn’t care. She was way past gone, lost in the heat of his mouth and thrusting of his fingers.

  “Come for me, mon précieux mate”

  “Yes..yes..YES!”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he murmured, brushing his tongue over her quivering flesh one last time.

  A trembling lump of goo, there wasn’t a bone left in her body. Straight up–goo. Her mind wasn’t functioning, but she felt him kissing his way up her body. Slowly her mind cleared, leaving her drowning in fierce burning need as Stefan continued to torment and tease every erogenous zone she possessed. Who knew there were so many?

  Stefan and his wolf basked in their mate’s orgasm. He could spend days exploring her curves. Tasting every inch of skin. There would never come a time when he would tire of his mate in his bed.

  “Please” was all El could say.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He moved from the bed to fetch his jeans, with two fingers he plucked the foil pouch from the front pocket. Clinching his teeth, he rolled it on, so aroused the slight friction almost finished him off. Stefan leapt back to the bed and settled his weight lightly over El, skimming her tender nipples with the coarse hair of his chest. He fit perfectly in the cradle of her hips as she molded around him.

  “Are you sure, mon coeur?”

  “Stefan, please!”

  He rumbled at her frenzied plea.

  He pressed slowly between her velvet folds, and then he stilled. She was so wet and tight, maybe too tight. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Dammit, Stefan, move.”

  He rocked gently into her, a little farther with each stroke, terrified he would hurt his mate. Her narrow channel was so tight and yet at the same time drew him in, greedy for him. The energy and rightness was so intense, his eyes rolled in his head as his pulse pounded in his ears. Goddess, he wasn’t going to last. The sensations and emotions swirling in the room were on the verge of overwhelming.

  “Do you feel that, El?

  “I think so. What is that?”

  “Our connection. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” A growl from his wolf ripped from his chest and forced him to thrust deeper, faster. A frantic mating, hips slammed hips, flesh slapped flesh as he pounded into her. The air rushed in and out of his screaming lungs. A small voice whispered in his mind, he needed to slow down and make this amazing for her, but he couldn’t stop.

  Somehow her moans and whimpers broke through the haze. The tendons in his neck and the muscles of his shoulders strained with the magnitude of their passion as he forced himself to stop thrusting and stilled her hips. Chest heaving, he gathered his failing control.

  “Did I do it wrong?” Anguish rang in her voice.

  “Hell, no! You’re perfect. I’ve never had a woman shred my control before.” He moaned as he c
oncentrated on gathering his destroyed discipline.

  With renewed resolve he began to rock again, slow, deep thrusts designed to give ultimate pleasure to his mate. His frantic needs could wait.

  “More, I can’t...”

  It was his duty to please his mate and she needed more. With a powerful thrust he drove deep. Faster, deeper strokes, but not mindless like before. It may sound like a cliché, but in that moment they were literally one.

  One body.

  One mind.

  One heart.

  He held his release, as he loved her with his body, basking in her breathless sobs of pleasure and wild thrusting of her hips. He watched as she lost herself to passion.

  WITH HIM.

  El cried out, “Oh God, Stefan!” As her body held him in a grip so tight he wasn’t sure if he would be walking in the morning.

  He couldn’t care less. His mate had called his name in ecstasy. It didn’t get any better than that.

  He felt her climax roar through her body as he plunged deep with one final thrust and allowed his own release.

  Carefully, he pulled from her. As he rolled to the side, he swept his arm around her and drew her tight against his side. Aftershocks of pleasure radiated quivers throughout her body. He felt her shiver under his fingertips as he ran his hands up and down her back. With his free hand, he pulled the blankets over them.

  Damn, her skin is soft.

  El could still feel her abdomen contracting spasmodically.

  Holy mother, that was amazing.

  If she thought she was a lump of goo before, now she swore she was nothing but a formless puddle. Never again, she would never, ever move again.

  As her breathing slowed, she absently wondered how people did this more than once in a night, hell more than once a week.

  She ran her fingernails gently up and down his heavily muscled chest, but didn’t dare allow herself to look too closely at what just happened between them. Not yet anyway.

  She could feel Stefan feathering kisses in her hair. He put a finger under her chin and forced her face up. Why, she didn’t know. They couldn’t see in the dark anyway.