The Dragon's Mail Order Mate: A Paranormal Menage Romance

by Jade White

  She missed that feeling. She liked it so much. She wanted more of it. She realized how nervous she felt around him. There was something about him that made her want to really work hard to impress him. There was nothing specific about his personality that made her think that way, but she knew she craved his attention. Sure, his personality was crafted and fake which bothered her to no end, but it was something more than that. It was something deeper inside of her that longed for him.

  When the music started, they ordered drinks and watched for a few songs. The band was loud and it was everything she wanted. It was fast, deep music that pulsed inside of her veins and made her bones rattle with excitement. Her whole body moved with the music and begged her to get up on her feet and to start dancing. After three songs and a single drink, she reached out and touched Mike’s hand, pulling him from his perch and dragging him to the stairs and down to the floor where she wanted to really get to know him better.

  There was a lot you could learn from a way that a man could dance and Mike was telling her everything she wanted to know. He was the kind of man who wasn’t very good at dancing, but more importantly, he wasn’t afraid to give it a try, which she loved. As he danced, he knew that he was making a fool of himself, but he was going for it anyways. As they danced, she drew herself closer to him, working her body up against him as the music picked up and the whole environment changed. Everything was hot and sweaty, tight, and close. She loved the feeling of his hands on hers, his body moving in rhythm with hers, and the feeling of his presence so close to her. As the band continued to play, she felt like she was going to die without him being inside of her. She wanted nothing more than that. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to control herself.

  She leaned in close to him as the band took a short break. His body was hot and she could feel the sweat through his shirt and she loved every second of it. His body was strong, cut and hewn in a gym, like a man who knew exactly how he wanted to look and how he wanted to impress a woman. It was working.

  “You’re not much of a romantic, are you?” she asked him, making sure he was the only one that could hear her.

  He looked at her nervously, like she’d pierced right through his armor and that this was the end of the game for him. She brought her hand to his hot cheek and drew in close to him, leaning in so that she could feel his muscular abs, his defined chest, and even his raging cock pressed against her thighs as her lips pressed against his. They locked and she brushed her tongue against his lips, not caring if anyone around them saw or had anything to say about this kiss. His hands wrapped around the small of her back, holding her close to him as they kissed.

  She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “There are other ways people can get to know each other,” she reminded him.

  Before he could answer, she stepped back from him and the band picked up again, her eyes never left his. As they started to pick up, swaying and moving with the music, she never let his gaze go, refusing to let him look at anything else as her eyes met his and they were locked, silently communicating for what seemed like hours. They danced close, hard against each other, grinding their bodies against one another and she knew he could feel everything that he wanted and she was feeling everything that she could possibly want from him. She made sure there wasn’t a woman here who was more alluring, more sensual, and more enticing out on the dance floor for him to possibly desire more than her.

  When the music was over, a DJ came out and set up while people continued to dance. Exhausted from dancing, Mike grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs. She smiled and followed him, willing to go wherever she could possibly imagine. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him and she was overly excited to go and do anything with him. In the stairwell, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her again. She arched her back, leaning into his chest again and feeling his tongue greeting her lips and she smiled, parting her lips and letting their tongues mingle together, dancing and playing together as she subtly reached out, feeling his cock through his jeans. She knew what he wanted. She knew what every man wanted.

  Rubbing him harder and harder, she smiled as people passed them, too intoxicated or distracted by their friends or dates to care about the two making out in the corner. She smiled when he pulled back and looked at her.

  “Are you a rough girl?” He asked her with a serious expression on his face. “Or do you like it soft?”

  “I like it however you’re willing to give it to me,” she whispered into his ear, nibbling on his lobe and pulling away from him.

  She held her hand out behind her, begging for him to take it. He did, after a moment, and she led him up the stairs and back to their table. Hot and excited from the dance, she wanted another drink. She needed something to cut how horny she was getting. She hadn’t felt this way for a long time about a man and it was getting to her.

  “Are you having fun?” he asked her as they sat at the table.

  “Yeah,” she said, looking at him with a smile.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked her, seeing through the smile.

  “Nothing,” Oksana shrugged.

  “You’re lying to me,” he grinned. “I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

  “Is that a Shifter secret power?” she asked him with her doubts.

  “Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But I can tell there’s something you’re not telling me and it’s clearly bugging you.”

  Part of her told her not to say a word and not to mention anything. It was the part of her that was telling her that she was making too big of a deal out of something, but as she looked at him, she knew honesty was going to be an important part of this relationship. It was vital for every relationship that was serious. As she looked at him, she knew she would need to come forward about this now or it was going to be a huge problem later on down the road. She looked at him and took a deep breath.

  “I feel like I don’t know you,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure that tomorrow night, I’m going to be spending the whole time hearing about Will and what he thinks about things and about events. He’s the kind of guy that shares his soul with everyone he meets, but you’re not. You’re like a closed book, but even worse, you’re not even the real cover to your book. I feel like I’m trying to crack the shell of some armor and get a glimpse at who it is underneath.”

  Mike shrugged. “I don’t know,” Mike told her. “I think you’re right earlier. I think there is more than one way to get to know someone and I’m not the kind of guy to pour his soul out to you. But I am willing to go have fun with you and I’m more than willing to have a drink and a laugh with you. That’s where Will and I are different.”

  “Yeah, I suppose,” she said with a shrug, not really satisfied with that. “But I would like to know more about you.”

  “Sure, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Mike said with a grin, leaning in and looking at her. “There is no way that you’re real, Oksana. You’re easily the most beautiful person, not only in this building, but in this city, country, or world. I’ve never seen someone who even looks close to you. It’s like you were made in an advertisement company and that you’ve just become real by some kind of witchcraft.”

  She smiled at that. “You’re sweet when you want to be,” she told him.

  “Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just honest.”

  Their drinks arrived and Oksana quickly took a drink. She smiled at the fruity burn that raged down her throat and settled in her stomach. It was a good feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made her feel safe and secure about herself. She had always enjoyed alcohol, but only to an extent. She wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to get trashed and taken advantage of, but she did enjoy the feeling of getting tipsy. She liked that light, airy feeling.

  “I will tell you this though,” Mike said, leaning in and looking at her with a smile on his lips. “If you decide to stick with me, I will let you inside and see everything you want to see. You’ll get to know every part of
me and all that you’re curious about. That much, I can assure you.”

  She smiled and leaned in, kissing him again and loving the feeling of his lips against hers. She wanted to feel more of his body against hers. There was more of that in her future, she was certain of it. She closed her eyes as they kissed, picturing the two of them in the future. Was this the last kiss she ever wanted to have? Was this the last fresh kiss experience that she wanted in her mind? If she chose to stay with him, then there was no going back. There were no other kisses she would have. She wasn’t sure if this was the last kiss she ever wanted to experience, but she was definitely willing to see if there were other experiences that eclipsed the prospect of enjoying it with other people in the future.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” she asked him softly.

  “I’ve got other things we can do,” he assured her. “If you want more of a date than this, I can take you all over this town.”

  “No,” she shook her head, cupping his stubbly cheeks and smiling. She felt warm inside, like there was a ball of light calling her away from here, begging for her to pick up camp and move on. “I want to give you everything you want,” she whispered into his ear.

  When they left, she smiled and said farewell to the bouncer who gave her a sweet compliment. As they walked, Mike held her hand and she enjoyed the feeling of his hand holding hers. She could get used to holding his hand for the rest of her days. That wasn’t something she was worried about. They were the hands of someone who was confident and sure of themselves. He was polite and respectful enough to open the door to the car for her and as he pulled away from the parking garage, she felt like this was the beginning of something she could definitely see herself a part of for the rest of her days. In fact, this was actually something she was going to want.

  It took a little over an hour to get home and the whole way there, she couldn’t stop looking at him. She smiled when they came to a red light and she reached across the console and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. He turned his head and looked at her as she held one finger up to her lips and gently stroked his cock. She smiled at the expression on his face as he began to get agitated, nervous and excited all at the same time.

  “I should probably tell you something,” she whispered to him, reaching out and slipping her fingers under the hem of her dress and sliding it up her thighs. “I’m not actually wearing any underwear.”

  “God, you’re impossibly sexy,” he said, shaking his head.

  By the time they made it home and into the garage, they were practically running into the house. She smiled as she rushed down the hall, past the stairs and into the living room, feeling giggly and giddy. She turned and looked at Mike who was following her, a fire in his eyes that clearly gave away the desire that was deep down inside of him. Yes, the Mike she wanted to play with was coming up to the surface.

  “I think you’re kind of a naughty boy,” Oksana said to him, panting to catch her breath and slowly walking toward him. “I think that you’ve got all sorts of dirty thoughts inside of your head.”

  “Yeah?” Mike asked her, reaching out and grabbing her hips, pulling her closer to him. “What about it?”

  “I want to be your every fantasy,” she said to him seriously, reaching out and making sure that he was still hard.

  She wasn’t disappointed. She rubbed his cock again, through his jeans, and watched as his eyelids fluttered. She needed him to think she was everything. Every woman wanted to feel like she was the last girl they would ever want. It was part of the game. It was part of being everything that a man could possibly ever want. She wanted everything for him. But, she needed to make sure that she was everything for him.

  “Do you want me, Mike?” she asked him softly, feeling his grip on her hips tightening, digging into her. She loved it. She loved the pressure and the sensation that ran through her body.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Then have your way with me,” she said strongly.

  Mike wasn’t going to hesitate. He reached out for her and pulled her closer to him, slamming her body against his and wrapping his arms around her tightly, hotly begging for her to be closer to him, to be everything to him. She wanted to become one with him and she wanted to be everything he desired. As he kissed her, she could feel his warm lips smothering hers, hungry for her. She waited for his tongue to make its entrance and she happily wrapped her lips around his tongue, sucking on it and circling it with her tongue, begging for it more and more.

  Mike pulled away, grinning and clearly loving every second of it. Good, she wanted to give more to him. As she leaned in again, kissing his neck, she felt his hands moving over her back, running down to her ass where his fingers dug in and squeezed each of her ass cheeks, inspecting them one at a time. She loved it when he grabbed her ass. She had spent a lot of time sculpting that ass and she wanted him to enjoy every second of it.

  The kissing grew more intense, more passionate, and fierier than she had ever kissed another man before. As they made out, his hands began to explore her more and more, running up her sides and along her back. She loved it when his fingers ran through her hair, digging into her scalp and holding her close, locking her in a kiss with him that she couldn’t escape, not that she would ever want to. With each passing second, she could feel her body begging more and more for him to take her. She would not rest until she had him ravage her body. She wanted every second of him inside of her to be intense and special. She knew this was going to be a night that she would never, ever forget.

  “Should we move this upstairs?” she asked him after a moment while his lips explored her neck and down to her collar.

  She wanted him to rip off her dress, but she was afraid the neighbors would see. Actually, she didn’t mind if they could see. There was something hot about touching each other and getting steamy where others might see them. She thought they were probably the luckiest people in the city right now to witness what was about to happen. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes darted to the windows that were open so that anyone could look in and see them if they felt inclined.

  “I’m good if you are,” Mike said with a nonchalant, completely disinterested shrug.

  She felt a smile spreading across her lips. Oh, she was good. She was definitely good. In fact, in a few minutes, she was going to be great. She laughed as he kissed her again, holding her close to him and his hands digging into her, begging her for more. The more they kissed, the more she realized this was everything that she was ever going to want. She wanted more than they could ever possibly imagine from them. She was ravenous, starving, and begging for the satisfaction only they could give her. It was impossible for her to explain to him, but with each kiss, she felt a little more hope blossoming inside of her, begging for more, calling out for more from him.

  His lips found hers, and as she stood there, looking at him, she knew that he was going to give her the experience that she was begging for. “What are you waiting for?” she asked him.

  Grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around, he pinned her back to his chest and she could feel the burning presence of his cock against her ass. It was hot, blazing like a rod of fire, calling out to her and begging to be inside of her. God, she wanted to take him in to her, she wanted to swallow him whole and have him within her forever.

  His hands gripped her sides and ran smoothly across her stomach, exploring every last inch of her body, brushing over her hips, her waist, grazing her crotch as she smiled and leaned her head back against his neck. She wanted to take him. She wanted to take everything from him. He seemed more than willing to give it to her. As she began to grind her ass against his cock, his hands moved slowly up her stomach, cupping her breasts and giving them the squeeze that she was hungry for. She loved it when her breasts were squeezed. She liked the intensity of it, the ferocity of it all. It was a primal longing inside of him and it was a euphoric sensation in her.

  His fingers were nimble, quick and purposeful, hunting down ever
ything that they wanted. As he kept kneading her breasts, she wanted him to do more. She expected so much more from him that she couldn’t stand being let down by him. He needed to take over her body like some kind of possessed man. She wanted him to demand everything from her and she wanted him to actually take it. There was no way she would ever let him get away with it. She knew he had it inside of him and she wanted that dark hunger to come out and play.

  The tips of his fingers clawed under the top of her dress and pulled down her top, releasing her caged breasts. They burst free and she smiled at the feeling as she stood naked in full view of the neighbors. This was what she wanted. This was what she was craving from him. The animal was coming out to play. His fingers trembled, quaking in lust as they cupped her naked breasts, squishing and feeling them, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she moaned and begged him for more.

  “Squeeze them, baby,” she begged him, feeling his fingers obliging her in the most compassionate and feral way possible.

  She loved it. Between his index finger and his thumb, he rolled her nipples and pinched them, sending jolts of pain through her body as she squirmed and felt everything suddenly get bathed in a chill of excitement. She wanted more from him.

  He turned her around and looked at her bare chest, staring at them with such a mesmerized expression on his face that she thought that this might have actually captivated him and entranced him. He stared with bewildered delight at her breasts before he pounced with such speed and tenacity that she let out a little scream of excitement as he pulled her closer to him, cupped her left breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. The warmth, the wetness, all of it was more than she could have wanted. She moaned and felt like she was melting in his hands. She felt like goo or putty in his hands. As he licked her nipple, squeezing her breast tightly, she thought she might actually see the light in this perfect moment. This was going exactly where she wanted it to.