The Tiger's Mail Order Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (3 page)

“I think we’ll get along quite fine.” Sonja replied. “You filled in your profile pretty well. I can’t wait to see the view from your house.”

Russell smiled. He put up a photo taken from his front bay window to entice any potential ladies. He really wanted to settle down. There was an urge to find a suitable wife buried deep inside of him. It was almost as if a timer went off in him. Maybe that was it. It was a timer and he needed to do it at this point in his life. Hopefully, they would like each other at least, because this call had been growing more and more urgent as the years ticked by. He had no idea why he had to settle down at twenty-five, but he just rolled with it.

He knew he was a genetically engineered super soldier. His ‘mother’ for lack of a better term, died while giving birth to him. She was kidnapped from the slums of New Delhi by the CIA and had cruel experiments performed on her. She was one of five women covertly kidnapped from around the world from disenfranchised populations so they wouldn’t be missed. He was the only subject of the Moreau Project to survive infancy.

Russell knew what he was capable of and if he didn’t have the implant in him to control it, he would shape shift into a tiger whenever he got severely agitated. The implant prevented that by stimulating the soothing hormones that cancelled out the adrenal surge, in effect, cancelling out the fight or flight response, so maybe this urge to mate was also part of that control.

He also knew he couldn’t tell Sonja. Not now, probably not ever. Luckily, the government kept his ability under strict control so it only can be used in the theater, when absolutely needed; he was their ace in the hole.

“So what do you like to eat?” he asked her. “I need to go pick up some groceries anyway, so it’s best I get something you’d like.”

He waited while Sonja typed out her reply. “Well, I like many things. Pizza, eggs, bacon, sausage, pierogis, but not beets. If I hear a borscht joke I’ll be pissed.” She ended it with a smiley emoticon.

“Well we have lots of great food around here. I’ll take you out to try the local seafood, since there are tons of that.” Russell typed.

“Oh I love seafood!” she typed. He could practically feel her enthusiasm through the computer.

“Great! When you’re recovered from your flight we can go out to a small local joint I like, It’s one of the area’s best kept secrets. Not a tourist trap either.” Russell replied.

“Man, I can’t wait. My mouth is watering just thinking of it. Seafood was a rare treat when I was growing up. Even when I lived in the Crimea, it was still only a luxury the high ranking officials could afford.”

“Gotta love communism.” Russell replied dryly.

“And it’s making a comeback.” Sonja typed. “Putin has given the KGB new powers and there have been people taken to black houses everywhere. It’s insane now. He doesn’t just control the KGB but also the Mafia. That’s why I need to get out of here. They’re going to sell me to some whore house in Dubai if I don’t sneak out tomorrow.”

Russell felt a larger pang of sympathy for this woman. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” He replied. “Look, I really got to go get some groceries, I’ll probably be back online before you go, well definitely before you go.”

“Da, I know you will. You know, even though this seems to be a very businesslike deal, I hope we can get to know each other and become more.” She typed.

“I hope so too.” Russell replied. “I’ll talk to you later.” With that, he shut down his laptop and got up, grabbing his car keys to go get some food to replenish his bare looking pantry.

CHAPTER TWO

Russell paced nervously at the baggage claim in the airport. He had no idea what to expect with Sonja, only having talked to her online for a few brief conversations. He ran his hair through his short black hair as he looked at the sealed off door for international arrivals. He hoped she wouldn’t get held up too badly by the border guards.

He nervously clutched the bouquet of flowers in his hand as he moved his gaze from the door to his feet and back again. He had a feeling he was taking a huge security risk by doing this, but he didn’t want his CO or his other handlers to know. This was something he felt was deeply personal and if they found out, they would probably neuter him.

The automatic doors swooshed open and Russell’s eyes were transfixed as a tall redhead strode out of the clearance area. She wore thigh high, black leather platform boots, a black overcoat and black and white leggings. Over her shoulder was slung a drab olive duffel bag, which he assumed carried all her possessions.

Russell’s jaw hit the floor. Sonja’s profile picture did not do her justice. At a good six feet three inches tall without the heels, she was Amazonian. He swallowed hard and walked up to her with his hand extended for a handshake and holding the pink carnations close.

“Sonja?” he asked, “It’s me, Russell.” he announced as she turned towards him. He smiled broadly revealing his bright white teeth and slightly elongated canines.

Sonja was taken slightly aback by the man’s disarming, Cheshire like smile. She looked at his tall, lithe frame, which was clothed in loose fitting khaki pants and a white cotton shirt. She felt an immediate attraction to Russell as she laid eyes on him in reality for the first time. He was tall, taller than most Indian men, and taller than she was. His face was also very handsome. His jaw was strong and square, his eyes were the color of light amber, and his skin was a deep tan. Sonja smiled to herself and thought that Russell looked like one of the top stars in Bollywood, but wouldn’t dare say it to him. She chose wisely, she thought.

“You must be Russell.” She said in an obvious Russian accent. “My apologies for rushing this whole affair, but the mafia are nothing to be trifled with. My parents’ debt was rather hefty and I really didn’t wish to have all my assets taken and then sold to a sex ring in Dubai.” The way she spoke so matter of fact about it broke Russell’s heart.

“Is that a normal thing?” he asked

“Da, it is, unfortunately. The poor gamble, they lose money, they take loans to pay off the money, eventually, they can’t get any more loans so they go to the mafia. They don’t know that everywhere they’ve been getting the loans from, are also owned by the mafia. So by the time they get there, it’s way too late and they get all their possessions taken, and their children, regardless of age and gender get sold to sex rings across the world. Though sometimes with older boys they sell as slave labor to farms or other places.” She explained as they walked to the car.

“You might want to take off your jacket before we leave the airport.” He explained. “It’s really hot out there and you’ll melt.”

“Oh yes, I forgot. It’s so easy to forget when you’re inside with air conditioning.” She replied as she took off her coat, revealing a loose fitting tank top underneath.

Russell took her coat and folded it over his arm. He looked at her bashfully and handed her the bouquet of fresh carnations. “I didn’t know if you liked candy or flowers so I stuck with flowers.”

She took the carnations, gave them a sniff, and smiled a genuine smile at Russell. “Thank you, these are my favorite flowers.” She said, genuinely meaning it. She gave herself a mental shake to remind herself to stay in the game.

“Wow, I didn’t know that.” He said. “I just picked them because they seemed less presumptuous than roses.” He noticed how the melting heat was taking its toll on Sonja as they walked through the car park. Sweat was beginning to drip down her forehead and down her nose. He hurried her through to his car as quickly as he could. “Yeah the heat is brutal this time of year. Don’t worry, though, there’s always an afternoon thunder storm to break it.”

Sonja sighed in relief as they reached the car. “Good. This heat is absolute murder.” She complained.

“You’ll get used to it.” Russell consoled her, “At least there are many things to do at night. Quite a few people sleep all day during the summer and come out at night when it’s cooler.” He unlocked the black sports car and opened the door for her. He took her bag, put it in the trunk, and closed it. He then climbed into the driver’s side, closed the door and started the engine. “Alright, where do you want to go first?”

“Your place, I would really like to freshen up a bit.” She replied.

“Works for me.” He said as he turned the wheel to head back to his house.

Sonja was taken by the beautiful scenery on the tropical island; she had seen many things in her years as a spy, but none as beautiful as the palm trees swaying in the breeze in the afternoon sun. Seagulls wheeled and dove over the sparkling water and the emerald green mountains loomed in the distance.

He took his time around the twisting route to Onomea Bay. She marvelled at the dense rainforest that surrounded the small one lane road. The jaded spy had finally found beauty and wonder again.

Russell turned sharply into his driveway and entered his garage. They stepped out of his car and he guided her up the stairs into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked.

“Water would be good, thank you.” She said politely.

Russell poured her a glass of water from the filter jug in the fridge and handed it to her. Sonja took a delicate sip and placed the glass down on the table. She peered at Russell from the corner of her eye, trying to evaluate the man who would serve as her front while she defected to the USA.

She noticed he grabbed an amber bottle of beer from the fridge and cracked it open. She hoped he didn’t get too terribly drunk. The last thing she wanted was to babysit a drunken baby.
Americans are notorious for not being able to hold their drink,
she thought
.

He took a sip of beer and they both sat there in awkward silence. He tried not to stare at her as she sipped on her water in the sticky Hawaiian heat. He had his cheap window AC unit cranked but it still felt sweltering in the small house. Her white tank top clung to her narrow waist as sweat poured off her. She fanned herself with her hand as she stood in the dusky kitchen since he kept all the windows and blinds closed to deflect most of the day’s heat. It filtered through the dingy blinds giving the atmosphere a dusky glow.

“I really need to take a cool shower.” She placed her empty water glass on the counter. “It’s hotter than balls here and I need to cool off before I overheat, where’s your bathroom?”

“It’s over there,” he replied, motioning towards the closed door. “Just be careful. It connects to my bedroom so if you want, you can lock the other door too. I won’t mind.” He genuinely meant it. He ached to shower with the exotic woman but he held himself in check. He didn’t want to come off as a creep and scare her off. Sure, they were going to get married so she can get her green card, but there was no need to scare her off.

She grabbed her duffel bag and entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and took off her clothes. She looked at the old-fashioned claw foot bathtub, which had a floral shower curtain all around, and a jerry rigged showerhead hanging above it.

Sonja turned on the faucet, set the temperature to a nice cool flow, and diverted the water to the showerhead. She peeled off her tank top to reveal a black lace bra and milk white skin. She reached back, undid the clasp, and freed her perky b-cup breasts from their elegant confinement. She stepped out of her leggings and kicked them aside as the water ran into the cast iron tub.

Sonja stepped into the tub and drew the shower curtain around her. She let the cool water cascade over her curvy body to wash away the sticky sweat of the Hawaiian afternoon.

As the water washed over her, she heard a polite knock at the bathroom door. “What is it?” she asked.

“Just a fresh towel for you.” Russell said from the other side of the door. “I usually just keep them in my room because there’s nowhere to put them in the bathroom.”

“Oh ok, just crack the door open and toss it in.” She got a wicked thought, she might have just met the man but damn, he was good looking. “Or you can come in, I don’t really mind.” She said playfully.

Russell’s heart leapt into his throat, and his cock lunged in his pants. “Umm are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, silly I wouldn’t have invited you if I wasn’t.” She replied with a grin.

Russell grabbed another towel and opened the door. He removed his clothes, tossed them aside, and stepped into the tub.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in Sonja’s toned muscular body. He toned his nervousness down a little and stepped towards her in the tub. He never had anxiety before, maybe it was because he didn’t want to mess up this budding relationship. Sonja met him halfway in the tub; the nylon bristles of the mat tickled her feet. She reached up, drew Russell’s dark head down towards hers, and locked his full lips in a kiss.

He moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist drawing her closer as his tongue probed eagerly inside her hot mouth. His hot, rigid manhood pressed eagerly against her stomach as they embraced in the cool shower. His hands caressed her cool, wet back as the shower cascaded over them in a gentle rain. Outside a peal of thunder sounded, announcing the arrival of the daily thundershower.

Shivers coursed through Sonja as her slick, wet body made contact with his. She felt a surge of hot wetness from her pussy and settled in for some fun. She returned his kiss with gusto, probing his mouth with her tongue, caressing his dark, muscular body insistently.

She gasped as she felt his strong hand caress one of her breasts and tweak its sensitive nipple. She dug her fingernails into his strong back as he massaged her firm breast while devouring her mouth. He moved down to her neck, gently kissing and nipping as the water poured down. Shocks of desire coursed through her with each light nip to her sensitive flesh. He knelt down and took the other nipple in his mouth and suckled gently on it. His hand still caressed the breast it was holding. She moaned loudly and laced her fingers in his black hair as he rolled her sensitive nipple around with his tongue.

She noted his tongue felt slightly rougher than previous lovers, but it felt very nice. The contrast of the cool water and Russell’s hot mouth flooded her senses with pleasure as she stood in the cool shower. More thunder rang outside as the storm rolled on, adding to the passionate atmosphere.

Russell stood back up and drew Sonja back in for a long hot kiss. Their tongues danced as their lips met, stroking and caressing each other. His hand gently caressed Sonja’s firm ass as he pulled her hips into his, grinding his rock hard dick against her pelvic bone. He growled in her mouth as his need grew. She reached up and touched the base of his skull and felt a metallic object and was taken aback, but didn’t say anything. She made a mental note of it and carried on with her seduction.

“Do you want to head to the bedroom?” he whispered in her ear. “The cold water is nice and all but I’d like to lay you down and get you off that way.”

“Mmm, sounds good.” Sonja replied as she reached for the faucet. “Shower sex can get pretty slippery after all.”

Russell nibbled on her earlobe and gave her nipple a parting tweak as they exited the shower. They towelled each other off with plush white terrycloth towels, he opened the bedroom door and she followed him in. She noticed he had a strange stripe pattern on his back. She didn’t really think anything of it since all humans had some form of striping just some were more noticeable than others, it did, however, add an even more exotic quality about him.

He turned around and smiled as he took her hand and guided her to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The duvet and sheets were tossed all over the place and pillows were strewn on the floor. She wrapped her arms around Russell and dragged him down to the bed. Her pussy was throbbing and she needed to be fucked.

Russell dove for her neck nuzzling and growling as the intensity of his desire rose. He quickly reached back and pushed the button at the nape of his neck to give himself a dose of the mild tranquilizer that stifled his transformation so he wouldn’t lose control while fucking Sonja senseless. He then moved his head down to her breasts and suckled on each one in turn.

Sonja arched up off the bed as passion swept her away. She noticed a musky odor in the air, which wasn’t entirely unpleasant so she inhaled deeply. As she inhaled, she felt her consciousness get foggier and her sexual arousal heightened. Her pussy throbbed like mad as she felt Russell’s strong hands caress her pale skin. She looked and admired the contrast of their colors as they intimately embraced.

Russell nuzzled each of her perky breasts and slowly made his way down Sonja’s abdomen leaving light kisses and nips in his wake. Sonja was moaning loudly now as he sent shocks of passion through her body. Thunder rumbled outside and the sound of heavy rain drummed on the tin roof, mingling with her throaty moans of desire.

Russell reached the moist juncture of Sonja’s strong, pale thighs and spread them gently. He took in the shock of fire red curls just over her pouting pussy lips.

He looked up and saw Sonja’s eyes partially closed as she breathed heavily. He took a deep whiff and smelled her spicy womanly scent. He savored the smell and his mouth began to water. This encounter was stretching the limits of his control serum, but he was willing to take a gamble. As soon as he saw Sonja at the airport, he knew there was something about her, and he wanted to crack that mysterious outer shell.