The Tiger's Mail Order Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (8 page)

She turned around and took a good long look at Russell.  They were bonded now, so she could almost sense his thoughts and she felt that because of his earlier anger, his hormone levels were out of balance and he was about to pounce on her.  Sonja turned around and put her arms around him, and gave him a strong hug. 

“Shh. It’ll be okay.” She soothed him.  She felt his tense muscles ripple under his clothes as she held him tight. 

It took every ounce of self-control Russell had to not throw Sonja down on the bed and rip her clothes off.  His human mind screamed against the pure animal instinct that was attempting to drive him to rape the woman he loved.  The sound of his ragged breathing filled the air as he fought his inner demon.  “I can’t be here right now.” He growled through gritted teeth.

“Breathe.” She whispered in his ear.  The smell of his musk began to fill the room and take over her senses.  She didn’t need it to realize that he was in dire need of her help.  She caressed the back of his neck and found the blinking red LED and pushed it once.

Russell relaxed a little as the soothing drug entered his system, but it did little to quench the burning sexual desire he had coursing through his veins.  With his adrenaline suppressed, his body used testosterone in the stress response process, and because of that, there was no real way to burn it off except through sexual release.   “Look, I don’t want to if you don’t. I don’t want to be like Yuri.”

“I was able to fight him off, just like I can fight you off if I’m not interested, and you know that.” She said as she held his dark head in her hands, pressing his forehead against hers while staring into his amber eyes.  She started to kiss him gently on his full lips, her tongue darting over the sensitive flesh causing him to growl in response.

He clutched at her in desperation as she kissed him and returned it feverishly. His tongue darted around hers, stroking it softly, sending shivers of desire down her spine.  His strong hand rested at the base of her spine as she leaned into him.  Russell ran his hand through Sonja’s red hair as they lingered over their passionate kiss.

Russell’s hand moved down from Sonja’s red tresses to underneath her shirt as they kept kissing. as his strong hand cupped her breast through her lace bra.  He thumbed her nipple through the sheer fabric, sending more jolts of pleasure through her body. 

His head moved away from her lips and began to kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh of her neck.  He stopped only long enough to swiftly pull her white tank top over her head and toss it on the white linoleum floor.

Russell then reached back and deftly unhooked Sonja’s bra and hurled it into the growing heap of clothes as he nuzzled and nibbled her neck, causing her pussy to throb and get wet.  He grabbed one of her perky breasts after it had been freed from its lacy prison and gently squeezed it.  Sonja admired his restraint.  The amount of testosterone in his system was probably through the roof, and it was probably taking every ounce of self-control he had to take her needs into consideration.

She wasn’t too far off the mark.  Russell’s rock hard cock was about to burst through his light cotton dress pants as he massaged Sonja’s beautiful tits.  He wanted more than anything, to just throw her down on the bed and jam his cock balls deep inside her tight pussy, but he knew better than that. 

The couple moved to the bed and lay down.  Russell rushed to one of Sonja’s coral nipples and drew it into his mouth.  She bucked up and tried not to moan loudly since privacy was at a minimum in the hostel.  She laced her fingers into Russell’s black hair as he sucked on her tits.  She felt him tug at her leggings in an attempt to remove them while he was occupied with pleasuring her breasts.  She helped him out by lifting her butt and pulling them over her hips and kicking them off to the floor. 

He moved his left hand to the juncture between Sonja’s legs and probed with his long, sensitive fingers, finding her erect clit.  He rubbed it gently, causing her to buck up and moan as shocks of desire leaped through her body. Russell kept sucking on her tits, alternating between the two as he gently fingered her wet pussy.

Sonja panted as she pushed Russell’s head down between her legs.  The scent of his musk was intense now as his own desire was pushing at his limits.  She felt his body hair grow longer as he fought his own desire to dominate her for his own release so he could make sure she would experience pleasure.

He moved his head to the juncture of her legs and sniffed deeply.  He growled deep in his throat and extended his tongue to lap at Sonja’s juices. 

She whimpered as Russell’s rough tongue probed her soaking folds.  She bit down on the pillow as he found the sensitive nub of her erect clit and lapped at it gently. The longer he nuzzled and lapped at her most sensitive area, the closer she felt to cumming.  She gripped his black hair tightly in her hands and held his head there, indicating that he was doing it right.

Russell took the cue and continued to work her clit with his tongue.  He drew it into his mouth to suck on it gently while she mewled quietly with need.  He took a break for half a second and placed one of his fingers at the entrance of her soaking wet cunt, but stopped when he saw the orange fur sprouting from the back of his hand and the claw protruding where his nail should be, so he just sucked and licked harder.

Sonja felt her climax growing closer by the minute with each stroke of Russell’s rough tongue on her throbbing clit.  He licked faster and harder as her breath quickened.  She felt the pressure building in her abdomen as her orgasm approached.  Suddenly a gush of moisture erupted from Sonja’s hot pussy and she let out a stifled moan into the pillow as she came.

He felt his face shift into a feline aspect as the control he had over the transformation process waned.  He tore off his pants and lunged over Sonja’s prone form.  He hooked her legs behind her knees with his arms and plunged his throbbing cock home.   He growled as he felt her hot tight pussy envelop his dick as he thrust hard and fast.

Sonja groaned into the pillow as she felt Russell ram his cock deep inside her.  She knew he was at his limit as she saw orange hair sprout from various parts of his body.  His normally smooth chest was covered with a down of orange and black fuzz, and his face had a strange feral cast to it.  His nose seemed flatter, and his jaw seemed a bit longer.  She noticed his canine teeth were longer as well. 

She didn’t care, though.  He pounded away at her Gspot as he fucked her hard and fast, his driving need for release was all that he felt at that moment.  Sonja felt another orgasm build and crest deep inside of her as Russell humped and bucked on top of her.

He furiously fucked her with unending energy for what seemed like hours.  Sonja came again and again as Russell fucked her raw as the sun set outside.    Eventually he let out a deep throaty growl in her ear as he rammed his thick cock deeper inside her hot pussy and emptied his seed into her hot wet well.

As he came, she felt a sharp discomfort inside of her.  She winced and remembered he was halfway changed.  She looked up and saw him go back to his normal handsome as his orgasm ebbed.  He pulled his softening manhood out of her and flopped on the bed beside her. 

“Hey,” he said catching his breath.  “I’m sorry if I hurt you.  Sometimes I get a little...”

“It’s okay.” She said.  “I’m just glad you’re back to your old self, and I had fun.  A little sore, but holy shit we must have gone on for hours.”

“Yeah, we did.  The amount of time I last depends on how stressed I am during the day.  The last time I nearly changed during sex, my partner was found and killed by the Navy to keep my secret.  Her death was disguised as a hiking tumble, but I knew better.” 

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Sonja said as she sat up.  “Let’s refill your medication and go find the shower in this place, I’m starving and I don’t want to go out smelling like sex and sweat.”

Russell laughed as he pulled on his underwear and found a couple of towels folded in the small cupboard that adorned the wall of the small room.  He handed one to Sonja as he threw his over his shoulder.  “Yes, a shower would be a good idea.  I’m feeling rather gross right now.”

“Hold on.” Sonja said as she grabbed one of the red boxes from Russell’s bag.  She ripped the top off it and counted the small ampoules inside.  She looked at Russell’s implant and noticed he had no doses left.  “Man that’s close, you’re empty.  Let’s get you filled up.”  She turned the implant clockwise until it came off its base, and dumped the small empty glass tubes into the small wastebasket.  She then replaced the empty tubes with the full ones from the box.  The bright green liquid in each tube shone eerily in the light provided by the bare incandescent bulb that swung from the ceiling.

After she was done refilling Russell’s adrenal suppressing medication, she clicked the implant back onto its housing and wrapped the rough brown towel around her chest, covering her to her mid-thigh. 

“Alright, let’s go find the showers.” She said as she opened the door to their room. 

They were met by a full black ops tactical team aiming automatic machine guns at their heads. “See how kind I am?  I at least waited until you two were finished your little romp before taking you in.” A voice that was familiar to Russell spoke out.

“What do you want, Bankes.” Russell barked.

“Why, it’s time for you to come home, son.  You’ve been bewitched by this spy.  Compromised even. She wants to turn you against your own country for what?  A quick buck as a merc in the South Pacific? There has to be a reason why you chose to up and run away like that.”

“I got tired of being treated like a monster.” He growled.  The light on his implant was blinking red again.  Sonja noticed this and decided not to do anything about it.

“Excuse me, can I at least get dressed first?” she asked.  “I really don’t want to be dragged off to a black site without any clothes, it just wouldn’t be proper.”

Colonel Bankes sighed and closed the door. “Just so you know, we have people at the window in case you try to jump out.  There really is no escape.”

Sonja sighed as she pulled her grimy clothes back on.  “So much for a shower.” She quipped.  “I was rather looking forward to it.”

“What, a gritty spy like you must go for weeks without bathing.” Russell said with a grin as he pulled his clothes on.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Anyway, let’s go off to this wonderful black site they have planned for us.”

“How do you know that’s where we’re going?” Russell asked.

Sonja rolled her eyes.  “There is no way either one of our governments will avow our existence.  We’re walking corpses right now unless we figure out how to get out of this.  They will torture us, well, at least me, until they get what they want, and then kill me.  I have no idea what they will do to you. Probably put a bullet between your eyes and dissect you for science, after they harvest you for all the genetic material they can get their hands on.”

He sighed and fastened his pants.  He looked around and saw her stash the SD cards in one of the rails beneath the dingy beat up mattress.   “They’ll have to put me down if they kill you, you know that.”

Sonja nodded sadly. “Once pair bonded, a splicer and handler relationship is for life.  Neither can survive without the other, you need me to keep you from getting stuck in your animal form, and I need you for the chemical you excrete, because I’m now chemically dependent.”

Russell smirked sardonically. “Well, let’s get this over with.  I bet it was the Chinese informant that turned us in.”

“If it was, it probably wasn’t entirely his choice.  He was a small guy so it wouldn’t take much to scare him.” Sonja replied as she opened the door.

The sound of guns being raised and their safeties clicked off filled the room.  “Oh give it up.” Sonja said as she strutted out of the room towards Colonel Bankes.   “Alright Colonel, let’s get to that black site.  I don’t have all day.”

Bankes smiled. “You really found a spirited one; I have to tell you, such a shame you didn’t go through the proper channels to do it.” He told the glaring Russell.  “Oh by the way, sedate him, so we don’t run into any complications.” He waved at the tactical team, one of which shot a pistol at Russell containing a powerful sedative.  The large, dark man crumpled to the ground instantly and was hefted up by two of the men in the black ops unit.