Seeking Her - Analia Tempest
Copyright© 2026 by Koimiko
Chapter 1
Tashore Gardens Country Club set was not at all Jason Nishi’s thing. If given the chance, between spending an evening among these fake, money-hungry creatures who only considered him because he was wealthy and handsome, and therefore they wanted him to mate their offspring. Or sipping wine in front of his fireplace, reading a good book, he’d choose a quiet night instead.
Except for tonight.
Tonight, he had a vested interest in this party. One that made it worthwhile to put on his best suit he’d brought yesterday. He was finally moving on.
“I am so glad you made it, J- sama,” said Lady Beth, hostess of the evening. That elemental yokai had been trying to get him in bed for years. He shuddered thinking of her; that female smelled like more males than anyone in history. “I was afraid I would be bored all night,” she pressed close to Jason. “With you here, things can be that much more fun.” She purred.
“This Jason is sure you will do fine on your own,” he said, removing her roaming hands and walking away.
“Don’t worry, sister, I’m sure there’s a reason J-sama came here tonight,” he heard the sisters whispering, but paid them no mind. His brother gave him a challenging stare from across the room tonight that didn’t bother him as he sipped champagne.
His father and mother always attended these kinds of events. Even if they weren’t together anymore. He and his brother were always forced to go. While his brother loves to attend to pick up females and get drunk, Jason didn’t care for the scene. These females had their chance; now it was over. He wasn’t even going to attend until yesterday. He’d wholeheartedly taken his parents up on their invitation.
None knew of his real motive for attending tonight’s function. It was all about Analia. Analia Tempest. Because yesterday, a little birdie named Ngoc, who dated one of his friends, had told them during lunch that Analia was attending tonight’s party.
A part of him, the reasonable part that analyzed every situation and came to the obvious conclusion, told him to forget. Forget her. They had a fling, she was satisfied, and it was time to sever all ties. Just the way she wanted to.
But the part of him who could still close his eyes and feel the soft smoothness of her skin against his own, and smell the scent of moonflowers in her hair, simply couldn’t let it end. Not when he was flooded with emotions just by hearing her name. One weekend, and he was gone. He almost laughed.
“It’s so pretty,” Trang murmured next to him, looking around with wide brown eyes at all the decorations gracing every inch of the ballroom.
Somehow, though, Jason found himself looking around for a certain dark-haired beauty. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, she was right there.
“Excuse me,” he mumbled to Trang, stalking around the edge of the elegantly dressed crowd in the ballroom. He wanted to stay out of her range for a little while, so he merely kept an eye on her thick head of dark hair, caught up in a sophisticated mass of curls and loops, as he stayed on the sidelines.
A passing waiter carrying long flutes full of sparkling champagne gave him good cover when she looked his way. Snagging a drink, he went back on the prowl. Beside him, a blonde in a floor-length blood-red gown gave him a smile and a once-over. Ignoring her, he moved to a shadowy corner, sipping at his drink as he drank her in.
The crowd shifted a bit, enough so he finally got a better look at his female. And oh, what a look. Because now, seeing her from head to toe for the first time, he had to admit Analia looked utterly amazing.
She wore a black dress that should have been perfectly normal and acceptable, but for the fact that it was skin-tight and revealed her mouthwatering curves. Even from here, he could see the creamy smoothness of her throat and chest, revealed by the low scooped neckline of the dress. It had no sleeves, leaving her creamy brown arms bare, and every time she moved, he couldn’t help but remember how those arms felt hugging him. He’d bet every dime he had that she was an amazing dancer. Because gods above, she was amazing at lovemaking. A natural, with perfect rhythm and even better instincts.
A good bit of her amazingly long legs, covered with silky black stockings, was revealed by the short dress. Jason took a minute to appreciate them, remembering the way they’d felt wrapped around his hips when he made love to her. ‘Because you can only make love to a female like Analia.’
He could have stood there for hours studying her from afar, but he quickly noticed he wasn’t the only one admiring his female. The creature within quickly became angry. He snarled, straightened, and tossed back the rest of his drink. Another yokai - a blue-haired male in a tux too tight for his frame – was standing a few feet away from Analia, doing whatever he could to look down her dress.
Jason strode across the ballroom, uncaring about who was in his path. But when he reached Analia and the other male, he hesitated. Analia’s aura was intense - too intense for casual party talk. When he finally paid attention to what she was saying, he heard mention of the words “donation” and “Needy pups.” he knew exactly why the party-hating social worker had decided to come to this party tonight.
“Well, I’m quite sure we can come to some arrangement,” the blue-haired swan-yokai said, his tone very suggestive. “Why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll get in touch so we can work something out.”
That was all Jason was going to stand by and listen to. His subsonic growl had that swan stiffening in fear. He paid no mind and stepped around the yokai.
“Good evening. I know we are strangers. You don’t know my name, and I don’t know yours, and after tonight, we’ll probably never see each other again. But I simply have to ask – Will you dance with me?”
Analia smiled, then laughed softly, even as her eyes widened with excitement. She couldn’t help but remember the passionate weekend they’d shared. She knew exactly what he was saying.
The other yokai, finally shaking his fear, cleared his throat, but Analia paid him no mind. Extending her hand, “Well, thank you, sir, I’d love to dance.”
Taking her hand in his, Jason led her to the small dance floor where several couples were swaying to the music being played by a small band. The great beast within him growled in delight at once again holding her in his arms.
“You are beautiful,” he growled against her moon-flower-scented hair as she melted in his arms.
“You are perfect as always,” she sighed. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“Just passing through. I’m a complete stranger at a party, remember,” he said, his voice low and intense. He didn’t want Analia to think about this, to start remembering all the reasons she thought they shouldn’t be together. He just wanted her to go with it – to go for it – as she did two Saturdays ago.
She started to speak. “But...”
“Shh,” he purred.
Though they were close enough that he felt her body’s heat, they weren’t close enough in his book. One of his hands tightened the tiniest bit on her waist, and with the other, he laced together their fingers. Their bodies remained separated by a thin strip of air, his trousers brushed her leg, and their shoes nearly touched. The front of Analia’s sexy dress scraped lightly against the jacket of his tux, so tantalizingly close, but farther apart than he wanted.
Every movement, every dip, every note built tension and desire. Soon Jason could think of nothing more than taking her again. It had been so long since they’d been together. Analia has been on his mind non-stop since that one weekend they spent together.
Still leading her in the dance he began to angle them across the floor, toward the rear of the ballroom. To avoid any unwanted attention, he tugged her with him toward a closed door nearly hidden by the fabric-draped walls. Ignoring the sign, he opened the door and led her into a dark, shadowy corridor, obviously intended for storage.
“Where are we going?” she finally found her voice.
“To the closet private room,” he growled, her scent spiking, driving him wild. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. She hurried along behind him.
“Here,” she whispered, twisting at the metal of another door.
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