Someone for Ransome

Chapter 3

Vivianne

My god this man is driving me crazy. Every time he looks at me, I have to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. Desire and something that looked like recognition flooded his eyes when I rubbed that birthmark again on my hip. If he knows anything about this weird feeling, I have towards him then I want to know. Ransome seems to be more relaxed now that we are on the road, back at the bar he seemed to be on edge for some reason. Maybe it was that woman who bought him the drink.

I still can’t believe how sexy this man is. Forget tall, dark, and handsome, this man is a Greek god. His dark hair is just long enough to run my fingers through it. I wonder how soft it would feel. Those eyes of his are a blue that makes me want to swim in them for days. The oceans should be jealous. Oh, and his body, yeah don’t get me started on that part of him. He has tattoos running up and down his arms and peeking out of his shirt collar. I wonder how much of his body they cover. This inner part of me who is going crazy over this man wants to get him naked to see how much of his gorgeous body is inked.

I don’t know what came over me when I asked him to go somewhere else away from people to talk. It felt right to leave with him I want to know more about this intense tingling I have in my hip and the draw to him I have. The closer I am to this man the stronger the pull to him and the tingling in my hip is.

“Do you have a lot of tattoos?” I ask as he looks at the road. Taking the time to admire the ones I can see on his arms and on the back of his neck.

Taking his eyes off the road for a minute he nods his head “Yea, I do actually. All over my chest, back, and arms. Would you like to see all them?” He shoots me one of those panty melting smiles you see in movies…. And it would have worked if I were wearing panties to melt. So, I am sure there will be a wet spot on the back of this dress. I watched as his nostrils flared and he exhaled a moan. Not sure what to do next I settled on staring at him. Taking in all I could. He was a very sexy man, strong shoulders, chest, and his arms were built for holding me or for crushing me. He was solid, but he wasn’t one of those guys with a strong man’s complex.

“Okay beautiful, you ready to see what this girl can really do?” he asked me as he shifted into fourth gear. And I wasn’t even mad about the beautiful comment it made my body sing.

“Yes, show me what she can do, please Ransome.” It came out more as a plea than a statement. I could see his knuckles turn white as they grip the steering wheel and he lets out another moan.

“God woman you are going to kill me.”

Not really understanding what he says right away I ask him, “Ransome are you in pain, we can change plans if need be. I am alright with that. You can just take me back to the bar, so I can collect my car.”

“Moy angel, you have no idea how much pain I am in right now. But it is not from any injury. No, moy solntse this is a good kind of pain. I’ll be fine my Vivianne.” He shoots me another one of those smiles. Then the car lurks forward as he shifts into fifth gear. Glancing over I saw we has hit almost 90 mph and the needle was still climbing. The car sailed around corners and glided over the road. I rolled the window down and let the crisp night are play with my hair, cooling my face.

“It’s like I’m flying. I feel so alive. Would you let me drive some time?” I don’t know why I asked for a later date with him, but I did.

“Next time moy solntse, you may drive. I want to take you some where that’s not a bar or restaurant, would that be okay?” He looked scared about asking me. I wasn’t so sure about this, but I threw caution to the wind the moment I asked to leave with him, so why not right?”

“Sure, um where did you have in mind?” His eyes light up and I start to think that this might have been a bad idea. I didn’t have to wait long to find out, we turned off the main road on to a long gravel road Which I found out to be a driveway when we cleared the abundant number of trees and foliage covering both sides from the road. They opened to a huge clearing and in the middle stood a ginormous house.

No not a house, a mansion.

I wasn’t too sure, but the place was gorgeous. We pulled around to the front and parked. I was getting slightly nervous sitting in the car at a house that I didn’t know who it belonged to. Ransome unbuckled and got out of the car, heading around the front to my door. Slowly I unbuckle myself as he opens my door, helping me out of the car as gracefully as I can in this dress. Standing there in front of the house, I was stunned silent. Ransome tenses next to me, “You don’t like it do you?”

Finally, I turn and look at him, “No I love it. Is it yours?” he nods with a smile. “It’s gorgeous Ransome. Do you live here in this big house alone?”

“No, I live here with my girls. Let’s go in and meet them.” I was a bit skeptical as Ransome led me into the front of the house.

            His girls! What did that mean? Does have kids? More than one wife? What the hell?

            All these thoughts are spinning in my head as we climb the stone stairs and Ransome opens the front door. The foyer is huge, cathedral ceilings that support the most beautiful chandelier that lit the whole area in a nice glow. There was a hallway to the front of me one on either side of the staircase leading to rooms I can only imagine. Off to the right was a set of French doors leasing to the dining area. There were also a few doors to the left that were closed so I was eager to know what lay beyond the doors. But before I had a chance to voice my curiosity to Ransome, I hear the tell-tale-sign of my biggest fear. Two sets of four feet charging for us. And I freeze.

            “Oh, here they come now Katya and Natasha.” Ransome says this with ride and love in his voice. Me… I was still frozen as two full grown stocky pitbulls rounded the corner of the staircase. Ransome knelt to welcome them, and I bolted out the front door at a dead run and was headed down the driveway, cell phone in hand when I was hauled off the ground by one strong arm around my waist. I was spun around and set back on my feet in front of Ransome. The look on my face spoke volumes. I was having a flashback to nineteen years ago when all I wanted to do was play with the dog we had. Everyone dais that he was ugly because of all the scars he had. Me…. I thought he was handsome even with the scars. He was a dark brown and white pitbull who was built like a tank and plowed through everyone. But because my mother and her boyfriend she called my daddy, made him fight and he was mean. It didn’t help that they kept him locked up and beat him. I thought I could make him nice if he just had someone who loved him. but he attacked me and tore my arm open. My mother cleaned and bandaged me up then packed a small suitcase with my clothes and drove me to the adoption center in the city. Where I saw my mother for the last time at the age of five. Where my life of hell began.

            “Shssshhhh, baby it’s okay, please don’t cry. What’s wrong, tell me please?” Ransome was worried and a bit uncertain of what happened. I could tell him, I should tell him, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t even know I was crying until he said something to me.

            Pushing away from him I said, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this with someone who has dogs, especially pitbulls. I’m sorry I’ll get a cab and go home. I need to go home.” I was rubbing my forearm where my constant reminder of that day was. I started to walk away from him down the long driveway to the road, so I could call an uber to pick me up. I took three steps and Ransome was there in front of me again with pain in his beautiful blue eyes.

            “What happened to you Vivianne? What do you mean you can’t do this with someone that had dogs? Please talk to me.” He stepped forward and hugged me close to his chest. And I melt, sagging into him I cried harder and started to tell him my story. Telling him all about the little girl who wanted to be loved so bad she thought she could tame a prized fighting pitbull with her love alone.  I told Ransome about how dismissive my mother was to me at the adoption agency. Next came the years I bounced from foster home to foster home saving all my money, even the pennies I found on the street sidewalks. Just so I could one day move away and start anew life. As I told him he hugged me harder and I sobbed into his chest that much more.

            “Moy angel, you deserve all the love in the world and so much more. I know that with just the little time I’ve spent with you, Vee.” It was the first time he called me something other than Vivianne or angel. It was different than the nickname my friends gave me and maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to him. It made me feel special that he gave me a name of my own. “I can put the girls away for now, so we can still get to spend time together, I’m not ready for this night to end. Then maybe in the future you’ll be ready to meet them one at a time, for a little bit.” He told me this with hope in his voice as he kissed my hair and turned me around to head back into the house.

Ransome

            Anger. Pure anger. That’s what I felt, not at my sweet Vivianne but at the things she called parents. Who would do that to a child, a sweet helpless adorable child? All I saw was red the whole time she told me the story of her past. Of why she ran from my home and from me. All I could do was hold her and listen to how her mother gave her away to fend for herself. How the people in foster care would starve her so she would lose weight. Then how she would get looks from the older boys and her foster fathers. Thank God she swears no one has touched her or I would be on a killing spree right now. I need to tread lightly when it comes to her and my girls. She’s my mate. They were all I had to fill a void that I had before I met her, so we take things slow.

We were almost back to the house when I stopped her, “Wait in the doorway for me to come back for you. I’ll go put the girls on the sun porch at the back of the house.” I felt her shiver and wondered if she was cold or just feared the dogs that much.

“You don’t have to put them away or lock them up for me. I can just go.” She said it like her mind was made up already. Well not that is not happening, angel.

“Nyet, moy angel, they will be fine. They have beds and toys out there along with dishes for food and water. Don’t worry. Just wait right here for me okay?  Please be here when I get back, Vee.” She nods her head that’s as good as I’m going to get right now. I ran into the house rounded up the girls, gave them a treat for their corporation and lacked them on the back porch off the kitchen where the sunroom is. I used a bit faster than human speed to get back to her. Hoping with all I had she hadn’t run.

I threw open the front door and was shocked silent… she was there. Standing there with her hair pulled back and her eyes searching me. They are a green you get from the forest on a sunny day after the rain has passed. They are a green a could get lost in all day. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were on her face, tilting that cute round face back and lowering my lips to hers. I watched her green eyes slowly close and I could feel her breath panting from her mouth. Glancing down I saw her sneak her tongue out and wet those soft, full, pink looking lips.

I know I’m a guy and all, but have you ever had that ‘wow’ when you kiss someone. That first kiss with someone who is meant to be yours and yours alone. Yeah that is what happened with Vivianne.

Fireworks.

I know, I know. I am not trying to be cheesy in any way, but my god I could spend all day doing this with her. Her lips, so soft and plump. The way she opens her mouth slightly when she moans. Good god this is heaven. I slip my tongue in when she moans and start my exploration of her taste. I just dive right in not wanting to waste a single second of this moment. She was so timid, so different from the angel who asked to get out of the bar with her. I move my hands to untangle her hair she piled on top of her head.

Now we are talking. I can properly grab her fire red mane and move her head back more to deepen our kiss. I felt her hands slide up my stomach to my chest where she grabbed at my shirt with her little fists. I was two seconds from ripping my shirt to shreds, so she could run her hands up my bare body. Getting bolder by the minute, her tongue tangled with my mine. More fire, more passion, more god I can’t get enough of her taste. Its like sweet candy mixed with your favorite vanilla ice cream. I wonder if her whole body tastes just like this if so, I was going to go in a sugar coma the first chance I got to sample more of her body.

Managing to back step us back into the house, I kicked the door closed and pushed her right up against it. Letting my body rest on hers so she knew just hoe much this make out session turned me on. All the blood in my body had headed straight to my c**k the second I saw her open the bar door and look around. It had only gone rock hard over the last few hours. And now I am sure there is a wet spot on my jeans where pre-c*m has leaked out since I started kissing her. I press in a little more and feel her pulse race. This little megera of mine spreads her legs and rotates her oh, so plump hips, and yep I am pretty sure I just came in my jeans like a pre-teen boy looking at his first playboy.

Vivianne takes her little nails and digs them into my neck as she reaches up to grab my hair while she moans into my mouth. Good thing I skipped my monthly haircut this week or she would have nothing to grab onto.

God she is going to kill me. She’s like a little cat in heat rubbing herself all over me. Clinging to me like she can’t get enough. Not being able to take anymore of the moans she lets out and the rubbing of her body on my c**k, I grab her hips and hoist her up. Immediately Vivianne is wrapping her silky thighs, the ones that have been teasing me all night, around my waist. Not realizing it but this just gave her better leverage to deepen the kiss as she tilts my head back and to the side to mesh our mouths together better. She’s got me moaning into her mouth at this and grinding myself harder into her now accessible p***y, earning a moan in return.

Running my hands up her thighs, I push her all too short dress up to her waist and run my thumb over that spot she was rubbing at all night. She shivered and moaned going wild in my hands.

Not perfect timing but I started to remember what my father told me about meeting my mate. What it would be like when I finally got her in my arms. How that birthmark made just for me would make her crazy for me. He also said that once we were together that mark would turn the color of my dragon like a tattoo.

I had to see. I must know for sure what I have thought all night to be true.

Mine.

Mate

I pulled myself away from her lips and looked into her green eyes that always seem to be changing shades. Because I swear now, they are like an emerald green, the same green my gems are in my vault. Both of us panting, she smiles at me, “What’s wrong? I know I’m not real experienced, but I do know some things. Am I doing something wrong?”

Watching the smile leave her face and not liking that, I shook my head. “No, you are amazing. In fact, I didn’t want to stop but my god woman you are driving me crazy with this body of yours. I almost came like a teenager looking at his first playboy.” Smirking at her while saying that last part I continued to rub circles over that mark while the life and smile came back to her face.

“Well I guess being a virgin hasn’t scared you away.”

“A…um… you’re still a virgin?” I’ve been one to stumble over my words, but she has got me speechless right now. I groan when she nods her head and rest my forehead on her shoulder. I need just a minute to take a few deep calming breaths before I attack this woman and truly make her mine in every sense of the meaning. Not that I have ever been with a virgin, her being one wasn’t a bad thing at all. It just made me that much more possessive of my angel.

“Ransome, are you okay? I’m sorry, I should have been up front with you about it from the start, but I honestly didn’t think that things would go this far.” She said as she lowered her head thinking that I was somehow upset about this.

“Nyet, moya koroleva, you don’t have to tell me you are a virgin. I won’t lie to you it makes me feel hungrier for you. Knowing that no one else but me has touched you, it makes me crazy with want to continue what we were just doing. But I have some things that I need to talk to you about before we can go further. I need to see something before we have this talk.”

Pulling back far enough away from her body to see down between our bodies. We both gasped at the same time because there on her hip in that spot she has been rubbing all night, is a golden dragon head. My heart soared, now knowing for certain she was the one I have been waiting my whole life for.

“Why is my birthmark gold now. I swear it wasn’t like that this morning. Oh my god is something wrong with me. I need to go. I am sorry Ransome.”

I just chuckle and hold her steady as she rambles on and tries to break free to leave me again. “Vee, I need to talk to you about that. Don’t worry I will explain everything. Then you have a decision to make.”

“Wait, you did this to me? What do you have to explain? Am I going to die?”

“Nyet. No, nothing like that. Here let’s go sit in the media room, okay?”

 I could tell she was having a small panic attack as I led her to the media room. Sitting down on the large sofa I wasn’t quite ready to let her go, so I pulled her to my lap and got down to explaining

“You my sweet and beautiful Vivianne are special. And I don’t just say that because we were just grinding on each other while our tongues f****d. I mean that seriously. The birthmark you have makes you special to only a handful of men like me. I know you know about shifters. America is riddled with wolf shifters. Maybe because they write so many of those romance shifter novels about them. Anyway, I am not a wolf, but I am a dragon and not just any kind of dragon I am, The Dragon. My family is the only family that has ever bred gold dragons. That is the color our dragon is when we shift. The gold dragon is the one that rules all the dragons. I have a small clan, who happens to be all my staff at my security business. The only one not a dragon is maximus and I think you’ll like him. He knows about us and doesn’t care. The mark you carry on your hip turns the color of you mate’s dragon when you finally meet them. Some dragons never find their mates, and unfortunately those ones die shortly after their 200th birthday. But those of us who are lucky enough to find her, we can live long happy lives together. Once mated the female life span will match that of her dragon mate and when he dies, she will then age just like every other human again.” As I told her what the mark she has carried her whole life meant, her face showed an array of emotions. Fear, anger, curiosity, and something that made my heart soar and my c**k get hard. Desire.

I gave her a moment before continuing. “Vivianne, you are my mate. My one and only. I wanted to make sure before I said anything to you. And seeing that sexy little mark of yours turn the color gold told me everything I needed to know. I saw you rubbing that spot a lot tonight. Does it hurt? I was never told what the female feels when they find their mate. I am sorry if I hurt you.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt, it just tingles or has this intense burn, but it is nothing painful. Umm… how did I get my mark; do I have dragons in my family?”

Well she was taking this better than I thought she would. Maybe in the end she would choose me.

“Can I go home and process all of this? It is a lot to take in all at once and I need some time to think about all of this. It’s a long way from foster kid reject to dragon king mate.”

“Sure. I can drive you home or I can have one of the guys take you home. I am sorry I sprung this all on you. I should have told you it all in small pieces.” I was now kicking myself. I could see she was scared but she is strong and so smart. She just needs to think things through that’s all.

“It’s okay. If someone could take me home that would be great. I had a great night with you Ransome. Thank you for showing me your lovely home.”

I texted Nikolai to come get her as she finished her statement. I know she tried to mask it, but I heard the goodbye in her voice. And this was not one of those ‘goodbyes I’ll see you later’ it was a ‘goodbye enjoy your life’.

Oh no. I was not letting her go, I just found her. I will fight for her she has no idea what she means to me already. What she does for my dragon and we just met. There was a sharp knock on the front door, making her jump off my lap and ready to go. I knew it was Nikolai coming to take her home. It hurt to let her walk out of that room and out the front door without me. My dragon was blowing fire trying to get out. He was going to pick her up softly in his talons and carry her off to whatever cave they could and keep her there until she said yes to us.

As the front door closed, I whispered into the now empty room. “This is not goodbye, moy angel. I will make you my mate and then I will make you moya koroleva.”