The Tiger's Mail Order Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (11 page)

“Makes sense.  Wait, I know, we can go to the Templars with this, maybe...”

“No.  They’re working together now.  How do you think they got to Putin?” Bankes coughed.  “Look, you’re getting to the limits of what I know, here.  Maybe you can fly to Seoul and see who will find you. If you’re meant to meet one of the representatives there, you will.  If not, you leave.  I don’t know what countries are involved in this mess.

Israel was a suggestion, but now that my memory has been suitably...encouraged...” Bankes looked at the snarling tiger that was pinning him down, “That wouldn’t be smart.  Since the Illuminati and Templars are in cahoots, there’s one other organization that might be interested, if their models indicate they need to be.”

Sonja’s eyes widened.  “The Dragon. I’ve heard stories about them when I was at the School.”

She felt Russell’s thought intrude. “Let’s get this over with.  He’s told us enough.  We fly to Seoul and wait for one of the Dragon to talk to us. If not, we leave and go hide out somewhere safe while the world burns.”

“Whatever. Seoul it is.” Sonja mentally replied.  She felt Russell’s gnawing hunger and decided enough was enough.

“I’m going to search your pockets for those cards.  After, I’m going to leave the room. What Russell chooses to do with you after I walk out that door is none of my concern.” She said as she rifled through the colonel’s pockets.  She found the two SD cards in his front pocket and snatched them up.  She placed them in her bra and turned to face the door.

“Try to make it quick, Russell, I’ll go prep the plane.”

She closed the heavy steel door behind her and listened to the muffled screams of pain for a bit before heading out to the airstrip to prepare the private jet for their jaunt to Seoul.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Their plane uneventfully touched down in Seoul, Korea.  After Russell had mauled Bankes at the Midway Black Site, Sonja accessed his personal finances and transferred them all over to a ghost account to which she had full access.  For a Colonel he was well compensated by his handlers, and she guiltlessly transferred the six-figure amount into the ghost account.

They paid the airport fees without question and proceeded to hail a taxi to bring them to a hotel.  She felt Russell’s sexual need tug at the peripheral of her psyche as they sat next to each other in the back of the small yellow taxi. 

His sexual thoughts intruded into her brain and caused her pussy to tingle.  After an intense day, she definitely could use a good romp in the sack to relieve tension.   She placed her hand on Russell’s powerful thigh and began to gently rub it. 

His thoughts spiked in her head, creating vision after vision of what he wanted to do to her when they finally made it to the room.  Flashes of him washing her all over in the shower and her washing him.   She saw him picking her up and laying her back down on the bed and burying his black haired head between her milky thighs.  Her womanhood responded to the erotic mental imagery he was sending her and she shivered in anticipation.

She knew they didn’t have much in the way of time before Bankes’ employers caught on to their trail, but they decided to make the most out of the brief moment of peace while they were here.  Since the two were intrinsically linked telepathically, they didn’t need to do much in the way of discussion.  Sonja and Russell knew that their best bet was to wait for a Dragon representative to come to them.

The cab pulled up to the high-rise hotel that was located in the heart of Seoul.  The traffic bustled around and pedestrians shoved each other out of the way.  Across the street, a car drove dangerously up the sidewalk and stopped in front of a convenience store, almost running over a small child. 

They paid the driver, grabbed their bags and slipped into the main lobby of the luxurious hotel.  “Wow, not going small on this one are we?” Russell marveled. 

“No point, really.  We have the money, and we both could use a little creature comfort for a bit while we wait.  Will do us good.” Sonja replied. 

She graciously thanked the woman behind the counter as she picked up the key card, grabbed her bag and headed towards the elevator. 

As soon as they entered their room, the couple dropped their bags and stripped off their clothes in the bathroom.  There was a Jacuzzi tub in the corner, and a large standing shower directly across from it.  The commode was located between the two and the sink off to the side of the tub. 

Russell stepped into the shower and cranked the water on full blast.  Sonja followed him in and noticed there were multiple showerheads along the side of the stall, and the water cascaded from the top of the fixture like a gentle waterfall. 

She shimmied up to Russell as he picked up the bar of soap that had been waiting for them.  She wrapped her wet arms around his dark shoulders and drew him in for a deep, passionate kiss.  The warm water cascaded over them as they embraced, washing the grime and stress from the previous days away. 

Russell broke the kiss and turned Sonja around and embraced her from behind.  His erect cock pressed urgently against the cleft of her tight ass while he hugged her tight.  He sudsed up his hands and ran them all over Sonja’s wet, naked body sending thrills of pleasure coursing through her veins. 

He then dispensed shampoo into his hand from the wall dispenser and massaged it into Sonja’s wet red tresses.  Sonja’s body relaxed as Russell skillfully massaged her.  “Why are you...?”

“After saving my ass back there, just by breaking free of your own captivity, I owe you.  You’ve been going nonstop since Tahiti, and I felt you needed some TLC.” Russell explained as he stopped shampooing her hair and soaped up Sonja’s perky breasts, sending another throb down to her wet pussy.

Sonja moaned and leaned back into Russell’s strong body as he washed her from head to toe.  As he knelt down to wash her legs, he spun her around once more so her wet, throbbing pussy was facing his mouth. His hands moved up one leg, grazing her mound, and down the other as he gently scrubbed the blood and grime away. 

She lavished in the attention Russell was paying her.  She felt warm and safe while she was with him and could let her guard down.   When she first made contact, she didn’t have any intentions on sticking around, but the more time she spent with him, the stronger her feelings for him grew.  The turning point was when he decided to abandon all that he had known, to smuggle her off Hawaii and save her life.

She gasped as she felt warm water running between her legs, rinsing the soap out of the red tuft of curls that adorned her mound.  She looked up and saw Russell standing up once more and reached up to kiss him. 

Their tongues danced and embraced.  She loved the feeling of his slightly rougher tongue on hers; it gave him a more exotic feeling and reminded her slightly of the danger that lies within.  She took the soap from his hands and lathered hers up. 

She gently ran her sudsy hands across Russell’s dark pectoral muscles and watched them twitch in response to the gentle touch.  She was mesmerized by the faint striping his skin had and inspected it more intently as she washed him. 

His torso was hairless and the stripes were a chevron pattern of alternating lighter and darker tones.  His Indian ancestry graced him with dark nut brown skin, but the stripes alternated from dark brown to a light tan. His six-pack abs twitched as she moved her soapy hands lower as she traced his distinct pattern. 

She moved lower still and ran her hands through is black pubic area and stroked his rock hard cock.  He let out a growl as he felt her strong, soapy hands caress his manhood.  She poured some warm water over his throbbing erection to rinse the soap off and bent down.

She took his rod gently into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. 

“Oh god, you don’t have to...,” he gasped as she began to bob up and down on him. 

She sunk down to her knees as the warm water poured over them from overhead, without releasing Russell’s cock from her mouth.  He laced his long fingers through her hair as she gave him the best blowjob of his life.

She went as deep as she could before her gag reflex got triggered, then upon moving to the tip, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head.  He felt his balls begin to boil and didn’t want to cum just yet so he tapped her gently on the head to get her to stop.

“Hey, I don’t want to cum just yet...” he gasped.

Sonja looked up and smiled at him as she rose back to her feet.  “I just wanted to...”

“I know,” he whispered.  “But I’m about to cum and I don’t know what it’s gonna do when it happens.” He nuzzled her neck as he brought her close.  “Sometimes, depending on how excited I get, I can wind up hurting my partner.” He explained.

Sonja thought back to the hostel and remembered a sharp pressure inside her when he came, and understood.  Whatever happened, she didn’t want it happening in her throat.

She reached around through his arms and washed his back while clinging to his muscular body. His hand moved up and rubbed her breast gently while his thumb stimulated the nipple.  Her legs began to weaken as she got more and more turned on. 

His hand then moved down between her legs and his fingers stroked her throbbing clit.  She groaned into his shoulder as his knowing fingers found their mark.  She felt her own climax building as he gently twiddled her sensitive nub. 

“Oh god,” she gasped as she felt the buildup.  He gently pinched the fleshy nub as he felt her muscles tense in preparation for her release.  She moaned loudly as she skirted the edge of pleasure and pain as her orgasm ebbed back. 

“Russell...” she half gasped, half whispered.

“What is it?” He growled.

“I need you to...”

“You need me to what?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Just fuck me right now...I can’t take this teasing anymore.” Sonja sighed.

With that, Russell turned her around and bent her over.  She grabbed hold of the metal bar that was mounted in the shower to stabilize unsteady users.  He then grasped her hair with one hand and with the other, guided his throbbing cock home into Sonja’s sopping wet pussy.

Sonja yelled out with pleasure as Russell’s thick, nine and a half inches filled her to the brim.  He almost pulled out; leaving just the head at the entrance then plunged back in again, eliciting another loud moan from Sonja.

With his free hand, he reached around between Sonja’s legs and stroked her clit while he fucked her from behind.  Warm water cascaded over their grinding bodies as they moved together in the luxurious shower. 

Russell thrust harder and deeper, bringer her closer to that ultimate ecstasy.  The combination of him rubbing her clit and his dick buried balls-deep in her drove her over the edge.  She let out a loud yell as she shoved her hips backwards as her orgasm washed over her.

He felt her muscles clench around his thick cock and he could hold back no further.  With a deep growl, he shoved his hips hard into her one more time and unloaded his spunk deep inside of her.

Russell’s softening cock slid out of Sonja’s well fucked hole as she stood up and turned around.  She reached up and brought Russell’s wet, dark head down to her and gave him a gentle kiss.  “I love you.” She whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her fiercely and hugged her tight.  “I love you too.  Hopefully, all this will be over soon and we can go live somewhere far away from everyone.  I just want to live for once.”

“I do too.” She said.  “I do too.”

*

It was seven AM and Sonja and Russell were roused from bed by a polite knock at their door.  Sonja rolled over and put the pillow over her head and groaned.

“Did you pre-order room service?” She moaned.

“Nope, but I’ll go see who it is.”  Russell replied as he rolled out of bed.  He grabbed the plush, white terrycloth robe and put it on over his broad muscular shoulders and tied it at the waist.  “Who is it?” he called out.

There was another knock, this time more insistent.  Russell looked over to Sonja who was pulling on her robe and reaching for the silver 9mm that sat on the nightstand.

Russell cracked open the door and peeked around the door since there was no peephole.  He saw a dark green robe and a heavily tattooed hand.

“I think the Dragon has found us.” He whispered while unlocking and backing away from the door.

He turned the knob and pulled while triggering his shape shifting ability.  As the door slowly opened, a young Korean woman flanked by two large men whose mouths were sewn shut stood there silently.

The woman was the first to break the silence.  “Don’t bother changing, Russell Kahn.  We know what you are capable of, as well as the ability of your handler.  May we come in?”

Russell waved his arm motioning them in as they strode into the suite, closing the door behind them.

“Ok, I will talk, and you will listen.” The woman began.  “I am the voice of the Dragon.  It takes a really strong glitch in our models to get me to leave the compound.  We generally do not dabble in the more mundane world, but when our calculations showed a series of events that would completely disrupt everything we have worked for over thousands of years, we needed to act.”

She sat down on one of the simple chairs that were next to the desk.  “Now, you have information for us that will aid us in setting this right. The Illuminati and the Templars are collaborating to create an army of people like you, Russell.  We do not wish that to happen.  It goes contrary to our models and it must be stopped.  We knew they were going to attempt it, we just couldn’t figure out when, or how. 

Sometimes variables pop up.  Sometimes we can’t figure out those variables.  You two are those variables.  You two are the only ones who have the true free will in this whole thing.  You two  are the only ones that move outside of our models, we don’t like that.”