PARANORMAL: Tamed By My Alpha Vampire (Vampire Billionaire Alpha Male Paranormal Romance) (BBW Multicultural Mail Order Bride Short Stories) (6 page)

Kamaria sat down to my left and ran her fingers across my chest as Ayumi started bouncing up and down onto me. She pulled her shoulder length black hair back into a ponytail as her moans began to crescendo into screams of ecstasy. She threw her head back as her entire body shook with an explosive orgasm.

She climbed off of me and I looked over to Kamaria who was patiently waiting. I stood up and took her hand.

“Come with me,” I said.

Ayumi followed us as I lead Kamaria to the bathroom. The marble countertops were joined by a full length mirror that ran across the back wall. I turned her around and gently guided her to the edge of the counter.

“Lean over,” I said.

She did as she was told and leaned out across the countertop. Through the mirror, I had a perfect view of her luscious breasts as they hung freely from her body. I steadied myself and pushed into her from behind. I watched her mouth open wide as her eyes went shut and she let loose a soft moan. I gripped her waist with both hands and thrusted into her.

As I threw myself into her time and time again, I watched her face and the way her entire body shook with each impact. Her breasts swung beneath her as she bit her lower lip and cried out for more. I felt Ayumi’s hand behind me. She slapped my bare ass hard and started pushing me into Kamaria.

I was going to come, I had to pull out. I looked over to Ayumi who leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“Go on, come inside her, Daiki, you know you want to. You’re a bad boy, you don’t let anything get between you and what you want.”

I detected a sinister element to the way she was speaking, but I was wrapped up in the moment. Before I knew it, I lost control. I fell into Kamaria and came into her as my legs quaked beneath me. Ayumi had a satisfied grin on her face, which brought me back to the moment. Kamaria sighed as she stood up.

We took a shower together, the three of us easily fit into the large space. Ayumi and Kamaria took turns scrubbing my body with colored luffa sponges. I tried to focus on the moment, but my mind was preoccupied with Ayumi’s master plan she was setting into motion.

When they were finished with me, Ayumi and Kamaria went to work lathering each other up with soap. I climbed out of the shower and dried off. Not tonight, but tomorrow, I would have to find out what Ayumi was planning and get ahead of it.

Kamaria

W
e all slept in the same bed that night. Ayumi told me that I did well, but I didn’t like her. Daiki on the other hand was someone special. He had a way about him that made him look powerful, but deep down he cared for others. I could feel his passion when he was inside me, and I wanted it again.

Ayumi had told me things, things that would ruin her plans. I didn’t want to keep secrets from Daiki. I wanted her gone and I wanted him all to myself. The only way to do that was to somehow tell him Ayumi’s secrets. It felt good to sleep in a real bed again. I slept naked in the soft sheets and rolled over to press myself against Daiki’s muscular chest. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close as I fell asleep.

The next day, Ayumi left for work and I was alone with Daiki. I loved the way he looked at me. He seemed so grateful when I cooked him meals and attended to his needs. Ayumi didn’t seem like the kind of person who had compassion like that. Days went by, followed by weeks. We had sex several more times. I played along, but I didn’t like Ayumi, I wanted to be alone with Daiki.

After a month I finally decided that he had to know. I walked over to him as he sat on the couch and watched something on the television.

“Daiki, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said.

“What is it Kamaria?”

“Ayumi is planning to divorce you and take half of your fortune so she can remarry her new lover,” I said.

Daiki turned off the television and turned to face me.

“How do you know this?” he asked.

“She told me. She wanted me to steal your attention and make you fall in love with me so you would come to the decision on your own.”

He stood up and rubbed his face with one of his hands as he stared into the distance.

“Why are you telling me then?”

“I care about you, and I think you care about me too.”

He walked over to me and softly kissed my forehead.

“I do care about you, Kamaria, but if this is true, I need proof,” he said.

“There’s more,” I said.

“More? Out with it.”

I pulled a pregnancy test out of my pocket and handed to him. It was positive. I could see the color drain from his face as he looked at it.

“I saw this one coming,” he said.

“I don’t want to become a single parent, Daiki, I want to be with you, and I want to have a family!” I pleaded.

He kissed me hard and nodded.

“You’ll have all those things. First I need to deal with Ayumi. If I can find evidence that she’s been cheating on me, she’ll have nothing.”

I followed Daiki into her room and watched as he furiously went through her things. I heard the door open and he spun around. I had been dreading this moment, but it was going to happen sooner or later. I just hoped my story wouldn’t leave me with a pregnancy ending and no father for the child. 

Daiki charged out of the room.

“I know everything Ayumi! Who is he?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

I walked out of the room to face what I had done. Ayumi lowered her eyes at me.

“You didn’t,” she said.

“It’s not right! He’s a good person, he deserved to know!”

Ayumi shook her head. “Oh you naive little worm. He’s not a good person, he’s an arms dealer!”

Daiki looked over at Ayumi and she chuckled.

“You seriously thought I didn’t know? I’m not stupid, Daiki.”

“Don’t change the subject, you were trying to frame me so you could take half of everything I have!” Daiki shouted.

Ayumi shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m guessing you have a little one on the way with your mail order bride there.”

Daiki paused and I saw him clench his fists. I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Just let her have it,” I said.

Daiki looked over at me with a startled expression.

“You’re taking her side? She doesn’t deserve a cent of my fortune!”

“Neither do you.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Think about how you made that money. You helped people kill each other. That blood is on your hands, Daiki. This is your chance to start a new life, with me. You’ll make your money back, but this time you’ll do it right.”

I saw his eyes light up. I could tell that he had doubts about his work, but Ayumi never helped him face those inner demons. He looked over to her.

“Get out, I’ll send a lawyer with the paperwork.”

“I have things here, you can’t kick me out!” Ayumi shouted.

He turned and looked at her.

“I just did. Send me your new boy toy’s address and I’ll have your things shipped. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Ayumi grabbed her keys and walked to the door.

“Fine, Daiki, have it your way! I hope you two have a happy life!”

He turned away from her and looked at me as she slammed the door. I saw happiness in his eyes, and the same was reflected in mine. He smiled.

“Oh, I’m sure we will.”

Jackie

E
verybody dreams about that perfect life: white picket fence, loving husband, great kids, and not a care in the world. Maybe there’s a reason why they call it the American Dream, because it’s just that; a dream. The real world doesn’t follow the rules of fairy tales or idyllic opportunity. It throws you into its jaws, chews you up, and then spits you back out without so much as an apology.

There was a moment where I thought I had it all. I was twenty-three and my boyfriend, Axel Blackwell, got a great job working in construction after his twenty-fourth birthday. We finally signed a lease on an apartment, and then I found out I was pregnant. Our daily lives were insane, but they were good. Axel took the news well, but we both agreed that baby would have to stay a secret from our families. He promised me he would stay, we would get married, and we would raise our baby together. We had each other, and that was all I needed.

The day everything changed, I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast before Axel’s shift; bacon and scrambled eggs with cheese. It was simple, but I wasn’t exactly a five-star chef, and Axel always liked it when I made bacon. I felt the baby kick inside of me as I was stirring the eggs.

I reached down and rubbed the mound rising from my stomach.

“I know, you’ll be out soon, I promise,” I whispered.

The bacon popped and sizzled beside me as I heard Axel walk into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and I heard his industrial strength smartphone hit the surface shortly after. He let loose a long sigh.

“Everything alright, babe?” I asked.

“Frankie wants me to work overtime again this week,” he said.

“Well, isn’t that a good thing? We need the money after all.”

Axel slammed his fist on the table and I jumped in shock. The spatula I was using to stir the eggs fell to the floor.

I turned around and saw him hunched over the table with his head in his hands. He ran both hands through his thick black hair and leaned back as he let loose another sigh.

“Yeah, course we need the money babe, but what about me? I’m killing myself out there!”

I felt the baby kick again and braced myself against the counter.

“Well, maybe you can get a better job, something less physical?”

Axel looked over to me with his dark brown eyes and shook his head.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation? I never went to college, hell I didn’t even finish high school! What cushy office job is going to hire me? The only thing I’m good for is hard labor.”

I felt a surge of pain in my sides and back. I had false contractions before, but this was different. They were coming faster, more intense. Axel was still talking, but his voice had faded as my mind focused on the tightening pain in my back.

“Axel, I think the baby is coming,” I said.

He stopped mid-sentence and leapt out of his chair. He wrapped his arm around my back and steadied me against the counter.

“Alright, I’ll call out of work. Let’s get you to the hospital,” he said.

He led me through our small apartment and out the door. The sun was just rising above the horizon. The air was thick and humid after rainstorms the night before. Sweat formed across my head as I awkwardly limped to the car. Axel laid me down in the backseat and closed the door before leaping into the driver’s seat.

“Just hang in there baby, both of you.”

I smiled through the pain as he turned on the car and pulled out of the parking space. He always drove a little on the aggressive side, but this time he was pushing speed limits and switching lanes like a madman. Normally I would tell him to cut back on the alpha male crap, but in this situation his bravado came in handy.

We were at the hospital in a matter of minutes. He led me through the emergency room doors and immediately made a scene in front of the people scattered across the waiting room.

“My wife’s going into labor!” he shouted.

I felt the eyes of the onlookers all around me as a security guard and a nurse in a pale blue smock rushed toward us.

“We’ve got it from here,” the nurse said.

“I’m just going to park the car, I’ll be right back,” he whispered to me, and then turned to the nurse, “You take good care of her, that’s my son in there!”

It’s not much of a secret baby if you talk loud enough for the world to hear.

They led me through into the hospital proper and laid me down on a stretcher. The wheels squeaked and squealed as they carried me to the delivery room. I was on a proper bed with monitors and wires surrounding me before I knew it.

It was amazing how far technology had come. I was born in 2001 and now that it was 2025 everything was so different. Hospitals had technology beyond anything I would have imagined. They even offered to genetically alter the baby to remove the chance of defects or even just change his eye color.

Call me old fashioned, but I didn’t want any of that. Even if I did, the government’s idea of health insurance wouldn’t cover it, despite our massive monthly premium. I wanted my son to be the boy he was meant to be, no science involved.

Axel returned, just as he said he would. He was dressed in the same outfit as the doctors with a sterile mask over his face. He patted my shoulder with a gloved hand.

“How’re we doing?” he asked.

I looked over to the monitor beside me. It was somehow able to show us the baby in perfect detail as he sat inside of me.

“We’re doing well. The painkillers are working.”

Despite all of the pain, the stress, and the incredibly exhausting process, I held my baby son that day in my arms. It was the best day of my life.