The Diplomats' Daughter (BWAM Paranormal BBW Dragon Shifter Menage Pregnancy Romance)

by Alyse Zaftig

  She had a bunch of cloth samples for future bras. The boys had a good time going through her fabric samples. The lust on Fa’s face when he touched royal blue silk meant that it would be a good choice. She promised to have some other sets to us within a few days, and she left. My lingerie wouldn’t last long around these two, but it was a small price to pay for mind-blowing sex. Kyle insisted on paying, so it wasn’t even coming out of my pocket.

  I wasn’t one to take so much for free, but Kyle waved away my protests. “Believe me, it’s nothing. If you knew how much pocket money our dad gives us, you’d faint. It’s enough to run a small country, honestly. He can’t be bothered to actually care about us, but he’s generous with his money. Dragons like to hoard gold, but it’s different inside of the family. Eventually, Fa and I have to grow the hoard, which is why we’re both going into finance. I told him that I might double in economics, but what I’d like to do is take art history.”

  “That sounds really great.”

  “It would have to be a secret.” He shrugged. “It’s just an idea that I’ve been throwing around. I haven’t told anyone.”

  I kissed him. “Thanks for opening up to me.”

  My happiness didn’t last long.

  Door

  We heard very loud bangs on the door. “OPEN UP!” I heard someone with an American accent shout.

  Thank goodness I was already dressed and had a set of lingerie now. I hurried down the stairs, passed the frightened help, and flung the door open.

  “What’s going on?”

  The guy at the front door picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, firefighter style. He ran towards an armored vehicle.

  This was nowhere near as sexy as when Fa picked me up. I kicked him, and I beat my fists on his back. “What the heck are you doing? Put me down!”

  “Stop struggling, miss. We’re here to take you home.”

  “I’m fine!” I stopped kicking him. “What on earth is going on?”

  When I wasn’t panicking, I noticed more. I could see the letters FBI upside down on his back. “What the heck is the FBI doing in China? You guys are domestic.”

  “We’re the hostage response team. We aren’t bound by the American borders.” Even though he was running with a full-figured girl on his shoulder, he wasn’t winded at all when he opened the door and pushed me in. He pulled himself in. He didn’t even have the door shut as the car squealed away.”

  “I’m not a hostage! I was fine. My parents knew where I was.”

  “Yeah, they did, which is why we knew where to go. You could have gotten the United States and China into a lot of trouble, miss. America doesn’t like it when one of the diplomatic children goes missing.”

  “I wasn’t missing! There was no ransom letter.”

  “No, but you were with unknown foreign nationals.”

  “This is absurd.”

  “Miss, I don’t make judgment calls when it comes to this kind of thing. It is above my pay grade. You can talk it out with the embassy.”

  “How did you guys even get in to the estate? It has security.”

  “We drove in when another car drove out. When we noticed that they’d opened the gates, we got ready for the moment when we’d have a shot to get in.”

  I was too embarrassed to ask if they were talking about the lingerie-maker. I flushed. I was quiet, turning things over in my mind. They’d saved me from the best boyfriends I had ever had.

  * * *

  At the end of the drive, I got out at our house. Mom and Dad were waiting next to the door. The FBI guys dropped me off and were on their way in a half second.

  “Baby girl!” Mom engulfed me in a huge hug. “Zola, I’m so happy that you’re here safe.” She was crying. “I’ll never leave you alone again.”

  My dad was more stoic, but he had his arms around my mom and me. “My girls.”

  “Mom, I was safe. Beijing was less safe.”

  “You had no idea who they were, and we didn’t either. We had a dossier on their father, of course, but we hadn’t pulled together information on the sons. They were just children. It was the kind of oversight we shouldn’t have, but we just don’t have the manpower.”

  “But Mom!”

  “No ifs, ands, or buts, young lady. I don’t know what happened out there, but you are not contacting them again. How do you know that they didn’t orchestrate the gun shot that made you flee?”

  “He took a bullet for me.”

  “It could have been fake blood.”

  “It wasn’t. Mom, they were good people.”

  “Good or not, we just can’t trust strangers.” She let go of me and looked at my dad.

  “Zola, we have something we want to talk to you about.”

  I wrapped my arms around my waist. “What it is?”

  “We’re retiring from the Foreign Service.”

  “WHAT?” This shook me more than the bomb at the ambassador’s residence. For my entire life, my parents had been climbing the FS ladder.

  “We each have 23 years of service, and we’re old enough to retire.”

  “You’re only 50!”

  “Yes, but the Foreign Service allows officers to retire at 50.”

  “You’ve spent your whole lives chasing this career, and you’re going to give it up?”

  “For you, baby girl. We haven’t spent as much time with you as we should have, and this whole incident has made it crystal clear that family is what matters. We’re moving home as soon as we can.”

  Epilogue

  I spent the summer on lockdown. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me get another phone, and they didn’t let me have Internet access, either. I was stuck playing Tetris and Falldown at home.

  In a strange way, it was comforting. I was bored at first, but the library was allowed. Mom and Dad took me there a lot, so I had books to read and movies to watch. I couldn’t talk to the boys, but it was nice to have so much family time after growing up with very little.

  When August came around, we bought a million little things to go into my room. I was an expert packer, and I put everything efficiently into boxes. My birthday was the Friday before classes started, so it was a good day for a fresh start. When my parents left me in New York City, they gave me an iPhone with unlimited data and a new Macbook Pro for my birthday. My mom made me promise to call them at least once a week.

  When they were gone, I went out to look for food. I was gaining a little bit of weight, but everyone has to eat when she is hungry, right?

  When I got to the exit of my apartment building, I got a shock.

  Fa and Kyle were standing there.

  “Oh my gosh!” I ran towards them. “You guys! What are you doing here?”

  “We’re going to Columbia, just like you, remember?” Kyle picked me up by the waist and spun me around. He kissed me, which filled me to the brim with happiness.

  Fa cleared his throat. “These are for you.” He had a dozen blood-red, long-stemmed roses in his hand. “Happy birthday, Zola.” He leaned in for a kiss, too. I was overflowing with joy.

  After he pulled back from the kiss, he sniffed my hair.

  “Zola, you’re pregnant.”

  THE END

  Chased by the Dragons: Galapagos

  Alice breathed deeply. Castor had just saved her life. Pollux was his mirror image, but she’d bet that he’d do the same for her, no matter what the cost.

  “I don’t want different mates. I want you both.”

  Pollux slid her body down, and he captured her mouth with his. He tasted like the best wine she’d ever had, an incredibly expensive vintage. He tasted better, and kissing him felt like warm wine slipping down her throat. Castor was behind her, and she could feel a gigantic erection pressing into her back. With both of them pressing on her, it was a little hard to breathe. It was a thousand percent worth it, though.

  Castor was pulling down everything. Her swimsuit was gone. She could feel his bare skin on hers. Pollux was suddenly naked, too. Maybe clothing was
easy for dragons to get off by magic.

  Think later. Feel now.

  Suddenly, Castor pulled her off her feet and detached her from Pollux. He carried her back into the cave, like a bride over the threshold. Pollux settled behind her, letting Castor take the lead this time. Castor thrust his tongue into her willing mouth. She loved it when Castor was dominant. He tasted like the best chocolate ever invented. Pollux was pulling apart her cheeks. He began to eat her out from behind, which no one had ever done to her before. His tongue was expert, pushing just the way she liked it. She groaned in ecstasy.

  Castor took it as a cue to bring things to the next level. He moved so that she had to take his dick into her mouth, and his head was between her thighs. His hand and mouth went to her clit, and she fell over the edge, just like that. When the fireworks stopped exploding behind her eyeballs, she opened her eyes to see that Castor was on top of her, biting her neck and breasts and leaving a necklace of bite marks at her throat and cleavage. She was flat on her back; Pollux was somewhere else.

  The mystery of where Pollux went was not too long, however. Castor turned her so that they were both laying on their sides, and Pollux took back his position behind her.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, nuzzling her ear.

  “Yes.” Though she hadn’t known them long, she knew that she could trust them with her life.

  He pulled on her cheeks again, only this time he was heading for another hole. She tensed up and squeaked. Castor went back to rubbing her clit.

  “Shh, my heart. It will be good. You will see.”

  She could feel Pollux rubbing something into her ass. She tried to relax, but she’d never had anything up there before. She was a virgin at the front and back doors.

  “I’ve never…”

  “It’s ok. Just trust me. Trust us.”

  She could feel him work his thumb into her. It felt so big, and it burned.

  “Shh. It’s just the tip. It gets better once I get inside.”

  She was breathing hard now, stimulated by the pleasure Castor was giving her and the painful pleasure that Pollux offered. Pollux had worked his entire thumb in, and though it still burned and she felt incredibly stretched, she felt a little bit good.

  “Good?”

  She breathed in. “Good.”

  Castor took that as his cue to push his cock into her wet slit. She grunted at the sudden insertion. There’d been no warning at all. She could feel the burn as she stretched all the way around his enormous girth. The pain elevated her pleasure, and this was the most intense sex she’d ever had in her life. She looked up at his face, and she saw how pleasurable it was for him. Castor kept a slow and steady rhythm, and she went higher and higher, moaning in time with his thrusts. Her whole body was shaking with the force of pleasure. She was so full, but somehow she needed more.

  Pollux took his thumb out, and he pressed something much bigger to her back door. It was slicked up with whatever he’d used to lubricate her hole, and he worked it into her bit by bit. She knew to expect the burn now, and it was distracting to have Castor plunging into her at the same time. Her eyes were closed, and everything happened in a blind world where she could smell and feel everything. The scent of the dragons, the feeling of Castor’s bites, the pull and burn in both holes, the solid presence of Pollux at her back…everything was overwhelming. She felt herself spiraling towards the sun, and this time Castor and Pollux were flying with her.

  Pollux and Castor set up a faster, more demanding rhythm now. She felt their rougher thrusts pulling her apart.

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  Outfoxing the Alpha

  Carson Warner approached the corner of Pier and Avalon. He glanced at his watch, the classic Rolex read 1:55 pm. He looked back at the corner, no one was waiting.

  Damn. He thought to himself, he had carefully timed his arrival to make sure he would approach Frankie at exactly 2. He wasn't going to be standing there waiting for him like a lonely puppy.

  Carson Warner knew a thing or two about strategy. He couldn't be late, but he couldn't be the first one to arrive. He needed to send the message that his time was more important than Frankie's, that he was doing Frankie the favor by agreeing to meet him here.

  Looks like Frankie knew a thing or two about strategy too.

  Carson stopped a block away from the designated corner and watched. No one. Carson sighed deeply and calmed his anger. He turned toward the river front.

  His river front. Almost his. If things went well with Frankie the Man, that would change. It would finally be all his.

  When Carson Warner arrived in the city several years ago, he'd found the river front to be prime hunting territory. Over run with small timers -- mostly pigeons and rats. But then, what other animals had adapted so perfectly to city life among humans?

  He had claimed the territory for himself and before long he had eliminated most of the worst elements. Word got out that the water front had a new apex predator and those that hadn't been done in by his hunting had scurried off to find new space.

  Combined with the efforts by his fox, Carson's company soon began accumulating the property along the river. The city had kicked in millions of dollars to contribute to the restoration of the area. A new pedestrian path running along the west bank had enticed trendy restaurants and new hotels and shops.

  The new marina was owned by Warner holdings and Carson approved of the luxury yachts slipped along the docks.

  Even the east bank's industrial area had been spruced up, providing a pleasing view for the diners and shoppers across the river with newly refurbished loft condos set among the still operating docks with their cranes and shipping crates and the big ships coming and going daily.

  Carson frowned at the big crane that was busy loading shipping containers onto a large ship.

  East Shore Shipping.

  It was the last piece of the puzzle. The last remaining piece of the waterfront that was not owned, at least in part, by Warner Holdings.

  Carson glanced at the watch again, then back at the corner. He stopped a few hundred yards from his destination and decided to wait and see if Frankie showed up.

  After 7 months of relentless requests for a meeting with the owner of The East Shore Shipping Company, Carson Warner was not about to miss his opportunity to present his offer to Frankie "the Man" Mansfield, even if the venue Frankie had insisted on was less than the ideal location for a business meeting to discuss a multi-million dollar deal.

  1:59 pm. Carson's nerves twitched. From his vantage point, he could see a blonde approaching the corner. A tall, shapely woman in an expensive suit; white blazer, matching pencil skirt hemmed just above her knees, silk blouse, bright blue scarf worn neck-tie style, knotted loosely at the collar. An impossibly attractive woman that reminded Carson of a classic Hollywood femme fatale.

  She was a beauty, that was sure but Carson was here on business, not pleasure. He watched the woman walk confidently across the street before he turned back toward the docks.

  2:01 pm.

  Carson was irritated. He'd been told to be on that corner at precisely 2 o'clock in the afternoon to meet with Frankie "The Man." Looked like he'd been played. He walked down the docks on the look out for the man he had come to meet. They were, after all, Frankie's docks. For the time being.

  Carson walked among the towering stacks of shipping containers, paused briefly to watch the cranes working, before turning and walking back up toward the city streets.

  As he passed a stack of wooden crates, he found himself face to face with the stoic blonde.

  Up close he was able to take in her beauty in far greater detail, the pale perfect texture of her skin, the blue of her eyes set off by the scarf. Her hair was near platinum, no trace of dark roots near her scalp where her hair was pulled back from her forehead into a tight French twist.

  The woman stepped out and stood purposefully before him. She was standing very close, invading his pers
onal space and staring at him cooly with clear azure eyes lined with soft dusty blond lashes.

  "You're late." The blonde's voice was ice.

  Carson found himself at an unusual loss for words. No one ever challenged him like this. Certainly not women.

  He inhaled her scent deeply-- easy at this close range-- she was human. No trace of animal about her. Making the confidence of her proximity even more confusing.

  "I believe you were informed that you were to be on the corner of Pier and Avalon at precisely 2 pm." Her eye contact was deliberate... and unnerving. "It is now 2:04, Mr. Warner. This meeting is moot."

  Carson was silent. He studied her intently as she spoke. Most females this close to him smelled of fear-- or arousal-- or a combination of both. This woman smelled of power. Strong, confident, unwavering. Her scent matched her demeanor perfectly. Power and...something else. Something Carson couldn't place. Something that curled around inside him, teasing at the corners of his consciousness, distracting him. Something that made him want to wrap the blonde woman tightly in his arms and kiss her hard.

  She didn't wait for his reply. She turned and walked away. Carson watched her purposeful stride as she made her way to the white Bentley waiting across the street from the intended meeting spot, her long legs disappearing inside before her slender arm reached out to pull the door closed.

  He'd been dismissed.

  Carson Warner was not used to being dismissed. Carson Warner did the dismissing. He stood where she had left him, watching the car disappear into city traffic, leaving him to wrestle with the details of their encounter on his own.

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