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

by Jade White

  The sound of cement grinding on cement echoed through the roughly dug tunnel as the guards closed the entrance behind them. The darkness cloaked both Sonja and Russell like a thick, velvet blanket.

  “Hurry, we need to move away from the security area before they notice you have disappeared. We can’t risk them finding this side entrance.” A male voice whispered in Korean.

  The guards lead them down the black winding passageway. Sonja felt crumbling soil fall into the back of her shirt and she squirmed uncomfortably.

  “I think we are far enough.” The guard said as he flicked on a flashlight. “We need to be careful. This tunnel has been around since the large one was built, but it isn’t nearly as stable. We used it to carry the dirt and debris out.” Russell noted that it was the head guard that was on duty at the joint security area.

  Russell was totally lost as the guard conversed in Korean. He just shrugged his shoulders and followed along with Sonja, very happy with trusting her instincts.

  “Where are we going?” She asked.

  “Pyongyang. You have a private jet waiting for you to take you to Germany. The Dragon knows The Glorious Leader and they are the only ones he will listen to. He gives you safe passage through the country,” the guard replied.

  “Thanks to your Glorious Leader and thanks to you as well.” Sonja knew the protocol; she didn’t dare thank the guard first because if she did he could be shot for taking the Leader’s credit.

  There was loud shouting from the far entrance of the tunnel followed by the sharp retort of gunfire. She looked at the guard and back towards Russell. “Who do you think that could be?” she asked.

  “Illuminati, or Templars, or both. They have ways of getting inside the country that we don’t even know about. They’re after you, and know the entrance to this tunnel it seems.” He replied while reaching for his sidearm. “Stay back.”

  “The hell I will.” She said as she stalked forward. “Russell, we’ve got company. Let’s go rip some heads off.” She said with a sadistic grin.

  Russell began to strip off his clothes to the shock of his Korean guards. He shot them a quick grin as he handed the head guard the bundle. “Tell them not to freak out, I’m not a pervert.”

  Sonja looked at the guard, and back towards Russell and sighed. “He’s a splicer. You should know about them from your...employers.” she explained. “He just doesn’t want to shred this outfit.”

  Russell pushed in front of Sonja and willed himself into his tiger form. He was able to see better in the dim light as his massive feline form prowled quickly ahead.

  The smell of fresh blood tickled his nostrils as he padded closer to the tunnel entrance. His fuzzy ears twitched as he listened to the ragged breathing of a man who was high on adrenaline. The stench of the man’s fear almost overwhelmed the tang of blood that filled the cave.

  He saw a male form silhouetting the northern exit of the tunnel. From the looks of his stance, he was holding an SMG of some sort.

  Russell bunched his muscles in preparation for a pounce. He let Sonja know that he only saw one man, smelled two more. One dead, one barely alive.

  He sprang on the man, tackling him face first into the muddy ground. He felt the man struggle beneath him as he held his massive weight on the man’s head, driving his mouth and nose into the moist earth. After a few minutes of futile struggling, the man fell silent.

  “Are you sure he wasn’t Dragon?” Sonja asked him telepathically.

  “Pretty sure. Clothing was different; bearing was different, smelled different. Also,” He flipped the man over. “His mouth wasn’t sewn shut and he’s got a necklace with a pyramid and an eye.”

  “Guess that answers that question. Is the coast clear?”

  Russell sniffed around, “Yeah. I don’t smell anyone else. The two Dragon soldiers waiting for us are dead. The truck is still here, at least.”

  “Good, we’re almost there. Just keep guard until we get there.” Sonja replied.

  “How far back are you?”

  “We’re about five hundred meters from where you are right now.”

  Russell slunk back into the darkness so as not to alert any possible Illuminati or Templar soldiers. He heard Sonja’s light footsteps behind him and turned around to greet her. He rubbed his massive furry head against her hip, and let out a few chuffs.

  Sonja scratched Russell behind the ears as he acted like a domestic kitten. She looked at the shocked guard and smiled. “He gets like this sometimes.”

  Russell decided to stay as a tiger for the time being, just in case they met with more resistance as they drove to Pyongyang.

  The head guard, named Kim Soon Ung, moved forward with his AK-47 held to his shoulder. He flicked the safety off and was ready to fire at the slightest move. He fit a mirror to the sight of the gun, poked his head out of the overgrown entrance to the tunnel and checked both left and right. While doing that he also looked into the mirror to see if anyone was waiting above. “Clear.” He barked as the rest of his men moved out and fanned the area to make sure the dead Illuminati didn’t bring any friends.

  Sonja and Russell followed Kim Soon as he jogged towards the drab olive green transport truck. He opened the back gate and ushered them both in the back of the truck. It was an antique vehicle that looked as if it were straight out of an episode of M.A.S.H. Hoops held canvas over the back of the truck, and the cab was pitted with rust and bullet holes. He closed the gate of the truck and went to the cab to hop in.

  The truck roared to life as the Captain turned the key in the ignition. It backfired a few times as he put the old truck into gear to get it onto the rough dirt road that would lead them to the highway.

  Sonja lay her head down on Russell’s striped furry side and decided to relax for a moment. Suddenly, gunfire rang out and holes appeared in the flimsy canvas covering the truck bed.

  Russell leaped over the closed tailgate and landed directly onto one of the gunmen. He promptly clamped his fanged muzzle over the man’s throat and ripped it out. The man gurgled his last breath as Russell wheeled around with a bloody snarl on his face to stare down a second attacker whose assault rifle had jammed.

  The dark haired man panicked as he futilely smacked the butt of his assault rifle to clear the jam, knowing full well that was not going to work.

  Russell tackled the man, and with a swipe of one of his massive, orange paws, he snapped the man’s neck, killing him instantly. Kim Soon unloaded his AK-47 into the body of the third and last attacker, sparing Russell from getting any more blood on his fur.

  Sonja looked out from over the tailgate. “Is everything taken care of?” she asked.

  “You’re slow to the party.” Kim Soon quipped. “Your house cat there caught a few Illuminati rats before you could get your wits about you,” he teased.

  Sonja smiled at the guard. Despite the reputation they had in the west, the North Koreans were open and friendly to those who had earned their trust. “Thank you.”

  “Glory to the Leader.” He answered as he hopped back into the cab of the truck.

  Russell jumped back into the bed of the truck and lay down at Sonja’s feet.

  The truck rumbled along the pothole-laden highway at a slow pace. The ancient vehicle wasn’t equipped to drive any faster than sixty kilometers per hour so the going from the DMZ to Pyongyang was slow.

  “Russell, are you sleeping?” she thought out to him.

  “No. Just relaxing, why?”

  “How long are you supposed to stay like that before you get stuck?” she asked.

  “Oh, I have twenty four hours before I am forced to go back to a human.”

  “Good. I think this drive is going to take us a little longer than we’d like. The roads are bad and this truck isn’t in the best of shape.” She thought.

  “Yeah.” Russell said, yawning. “I’m getting hungry, also when we get to Pyongyang be ready for a hard ride,” he sent suggestively.

  Sonja laughed. “Yeah, I bet. The lon
ger you’re in tiger form, the more testosterone builds up. Let’s hope the rest of the way goes smoothly.”

  “I doubt we’ll be able to have any fun when we get on the plane.” He moped. We’ll probably have armed guards from the Dragon surrounding us.”

  “Let’s wait and see.”

  They relaxed in the back of the truck as it rumbled down the deserted highway.

  CHAPTER 10

  The army truck was ushered behind the fenced area at the Pyongyang international airport. During their trip, Russell changed back into his human form for comfort. He had a nagging need to fuck, but he knew it had to wait until they either reached Germany or they had no one guarding them on the plane. Mile High Club, here he comes.

  Sonja stretched out after she hopped out of the back of the truck. The rough ride and uncomfortable bench didn’t do her any good, and she was starving as much as Russell was, for both food and sex. Being linked so intimately with him caused her to share his desires as well as his thoughts, which wasn’t such a bad thing.

  Kim Soon escorted them to the private jet that had been waiting on the tarmac for them. “The Dragon sends their regards.” He said. “Long live the Great Leader.” He saluted as he departed.

  Russell and Sonja looked at one another, hefted their bags over their shoulders and mounted the small staircase leading up to the aircraft door.

  Inside was a luxurious interior. Cream colored Corinthian leather seats, deep red velvety carpeting, a bar with some hot food set out on it, as well as a cart full of drinks and other sundries.

  Sonja went up to the cockpit to check on the pilots who were in the middle of doing their pre-flight check. She noticed they were two men who were heavily tattooed, and their lips sewn shut. “Hey, is there going to be anyone else with us?” she asked.

  The co-pilot sat there mutely, staring out the cockpit’s windscreen, and the pilot shook his head negatively.

  “Great.” She closed the cockpit door. “Looks like it’s just us!” she chirped as she turned towards Russell who was belted into his seat.

  “Awesome.” He replied with a wicked glint in his eye. “Once we’re off the ground, you’re all mine.” He said huskily as he grabbed her pert bottom as she walked by him to take her seat.

  The pilots were clear for takeoff in short order and began to taxi down the runway. She felt pushed back in her seat as the plane accelerated for take-off and she grabbed the armrests of her seat. She was never fully comfortable in airplanes, and two mute pilots just weirded her out even more.

  The plane took off from Pyongyang without incident. The jet gracefully crested to thirty thousand feet in a matter of minutes.

  “Ugh, I’m starving and that food is just driving me insane.” Sonja said as she undid her seatbelt to go see what was under the waiting food service domes.

  Russell was also starving, but not just for the fine food that was waiting for them. He undid his seatbelt and wandered over to the trays.

  Sonja lifted the dome off hers and was surprised to find fine Korean delicacies. Bulgolgi, bbq beef short ribs braised in a sweet sauce, steamed rice, and copious amounts of vegetables. Her plate was loaded high with food and she was happy that she probably wouldn’t have to pick off of Russell’s plate.

  Russell opened his and saw a huge platter of sushi and sashimi. He was in paradise. He started digging in before he sat back down. Stuffing bits of fish and rice into his mouth, making satisfied sounds as the fresh seafood hit his palate.

  He grabbed his tray and sat back down, devouring the meal. “The Dragon sure knows us pretty well.” He said between bites. “Like not many people know about my restrictions, not even the guys I worked with, but the Dragon handled it with class.”

  Sonja agreed. “The amount of food they made for me is unreal. They probably had dossiers on us already, but I’m fine with that.” She said as she tore into one of the ribs. “This is so good.”

  They finished their meals in silence. Russell took the two plates and put them beneath the bar and walked over to Sonja’s seat. He took her by the hand, pulled her up from her seat and moved in for a kiss.

  Sonja’s arms wrapped around Russell, knowing he needed her desperately or his aggression would become unmanageable. She returned the kiss with fervor, sharing his need through their telepathic link. She directed him towards the couch near the back and noticed a button. She pushed it and watched the couch transform into a comfortable bed. “Wow, this plane is great for overnighters.” She said.

  “Yep. It is.” Russell said as he gently guided her down onto the white bed. His mouth found hers once again and his hand reached up under her shirt to caress her bra-less breasts. “What, no bra?” he asked.

  “Nope, mine got left behind in Tahiti, made fighting those guys at Midway a real bitch, I tell you.” She said with a laugh as he played with her erect nipple.

  “Well, let me kiss them better.” He said as he pulled her tee shirt up over her perky breasts and bent down to take each nipple gently into his mouth, one after the other.

  Sonja moaned and arched up as Russell teased her tits with his raspy tongue. She had enough of his gentle teasing, so she sat up, and pushed him down onto the mattress. “I’m going to take control here.” She said. You just lay there and let me do everything.”

  Russell looked up at her with a grin. “Works for me.” He said, “Just try not to push me too far. You know what happens.”

  “Oh I know,” she replied as she bent down to nip at his neck. “And honestly, I know how to walk that line.” She breathed in his ear as she straddled him. Her pussy was throbbing in response to his desire and she wanted to be in control for once.

  Sonja unbuttoned Russell’s shirt and exposed his muscular chest and ran her hands down his dark skin to his pants. She undid his belt and fly and pulled the black slacks down over his bulging boxer-briefs, which she pulled off as well. She then took off her shirt and leggings, leaving herself completely nude as well.

  She lay down on Russell and deeply inhaled his musky scent. She felt his warm hands on her back as they caressed, and his manhood twitched in the warm, moist valley between her legs. She wasn’t ready for that quite yet so she swung her leg back over so she wasn’t straddling him anymore.

  “Aww, still gonna tease me?” Russell asked with a grin.

  “Shush.” Sonja said as she bent down to kiss him. Her hands gently stroked his chiseled pectoral muscles and abs as her tongue danced around his. Her hands grazed the sensitive head of his throbbing cock, causing it to twitch in response.

  He kept sending his need to her through their telepathic link, causing her pussy to throb in response. She squeezed her legs together to give herself some form of stimulation while she caressed and licked Russell’s muscular body.

  The control added another level to her desire. She always had a nagging desire to be in control of every situation, and sex was no different. The times she was with Russell, he was always the one in control of everything, now it was time to turn the tables.

  She broke the kiss and moved to his neck. She nipped and licked the sensitive skin that was right over his carotid artery, causing his skin to crawl and shiver in an instinctual response, adding to his sexual excitement. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet, and it was so hard it felt like it was going to split the skin at any moment.

  She moved her soft lips down his body. He couldn’t help himself, he reached for one of her perky breasts and caressed it while she was kissing and licking his dark, striped skin. He let out a gasp and moan when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelop the head of his rock-hard dick.

  She moaned as she tasted the salty precum that oozed out of the slit in Russell’s cockhead. She sucked and stroked it for a short bit, just to tease him some more. She felt through their link that he was at the brink of cumming so she stopped her oral ministrations.

  She then moved up, and straddled Russell’s face. “Time for you to work for your fun.” She said with a wicked twinkle in her
eye.

  Russell looked up at her with love in his eyes and a loving grin on his face. “As you wish,” he replied as he dove into her red curls.

  Sonja gasped as she felt his rough tongue stroke her inner lips. The warm, squirmy sensation of his tongue dancing over her throbbing wet pussy caused her knees to weaken, and almost smother him.

  Russell’s tongue found her throbbing clit and he gave his undivided attention to the sensitive nub. Sonja gasped as she felt the soft stroking and tried not to grind her pelvis into his face any harder than she should, so as not to injure the poor guy.

  As Russell worked her clit, Sonja felt her orgasm build deep in her belly. She flexed her thighs and arched backwards as she felt the pleasure build. She moaned and groaned as Russell attentively licked her with his rough tongue, sending her through the roof.

  Suddenly, her pleasure came to its peak and her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. She yelled out as her pleasure consumed her and drenched Russell’s face with her juices.