by Angela Foxxe
She knew that she had a poor gag reflex when she met him, but over the years, she’d gotten better about it. She could take him deeper now. She could take him enough to make him really enjoy it. She worked his shaft with her hand, gripping it firmly, not afraid to be a little rough with him. He liked it that way. He’d always talked about how he wanted her to grip it harder, firmer.
Rubbing herself more intensely, she worked his balls and watched as he closed his eyes, his hips swaying and trying to fuck her as she tried to keep her smile to herself. God, she wanted him inside of her. She wanted his massive cock slamming against the back wall of her and making her scream. His cock rubbed against her entire passage and it was the most electrifying feeling that she’d ever experienced, the magic of lubricated friction and she just found herself moaning and screaming when he was inside of her.
“How are you doing?” she asked, panting and trying to catch her breath.
“I want you," he said, reaching down and pulling her up.
His grip was strong, serious. Yes, this was the fire she wanted. This was the passion they were going to need going forward. This was everything she was going to want from him as he gave her everything he had. She smiled as he grabbed her pants and pulled them down with her thong, revealing the treasure trove that he hungered after. She closed his eyes as his fingers hunted for her, slipping inside her wet pussy and feeling the inside of her.
God, the feeling of his fingers inside of her ripped through her like a knife through butter. She shuddered in euphoria and dropped down on the bench. His hand pushed her onto her back and she watched as he went down on her, kissing around her pussy and teasing her. Everything from the warmth of his breath to the pressure of his lips was threatening to throw her into pure euphoria and lustful delight.
She couldn’t remember a single time where she’d slept with Kheem and only had one orgasm. It just didn’t happen. He was a caring and passionate lover, the kind that took care of her without question. Even when he was worked up into a frenzy, Kheem always made sure to take care of her. He always wanted her to have more than him.“Oh my God!” Josie screamed as his tongue slipped inside of her lips, licking her and tasting her juices.
She shuddered and screamed, running her fingers through her hair and slamming her head back on the cushion of the bench as her entire body writhed and squirmed. She couldn’t contain herself and she didn’t know if there was anyone who could hear her, but she couldn’t care. He licked her clit and she moaned, grinding her hips against his face and begging for more.
“Oh yes,” she moaned with a breathy, exhausted voice. She was too weak to fight back against him or beg. “Yes, that, keep doing that!” She closed her eyes and gave into the thunderstorm rolling through her body, ravaging her and pillaging all of her senses.
When she came, the orgasm was like a tsunami hitting her and towing her under. She felt like she was drowning in the pleasure that had consumed her. Before she could recover, she felt his hand clamp down on her sports bra and tug, pulling her toward him and holding her secure as his cock plunged into her soaked pussy. She screamed against the pain, euphoria, and over powering lust that hit her like a hammer.
She opened her eyes and looked at the glow in Kheem’s eyes as he rammed his cock into her again and again. She bounced, helpless under the power and the strength of his body. All she wanted was this again and again. She prayed that he would last a long time, that he could keep this up. She felt like he was ripping her apart, her joints coming loose, and the very fabric of her body coming undone by the strength and the power of his cock ramming inside of her again and again.
“Oh yes!” she screamed, begging him for more as she reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling him bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
It wouldn’t be long and she knew it. She was almost there and closed her eyes, the power of the last orgasm still hanging over her like a thick mist, tickling and teasing her until that hammer hit her again and she screamed out, writhing and grinding against his cock again, begging for him to keep it going.
“Oh yes, fuck me!” She begged him again. “Do it, Kheem! Take me! However you want,” she sweetened the pot for him.
It didn’t take long for him to see the beauty in that. He grabbed her and flipped her over on the bench, she moaned and smiled, grinning at the strength he was capable of restraining and holding back on when he needed to. He could rough her up if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t harm a hair on her head.
She smiled as she felt the cold leather on her stomach and she closed her eyes, wriggling and eagerly awaiting him. He grabbed her arms, just above her elbows and held her tight as he pushed his cock inside of her. Her pussy was tingling, flooded with electric power within her. As he held her there, ramming her hard, she closed her eyes and felt her body dragging and sliding against the surface of the bench.
Her legs spread as she felt like a thousand sticks of dynamite were going off inside of her with each thrust of his powerful cock. Again and again, pinned by her arms, she threw back her head and screamed as his cock pulled out every last sense of primal lust inside of her. From a deep, primordial place, her emotions roiled out in massive, unstoppable quantities.
When he finally came, he gripped her arms tightly and pulled her toward his cock, sinking deep into her and forcing her to bow her back as she threw back her head and screamed against the feeling that was ripping through her it was the most powerful feeling and sensation that she’d ever felt. Her vagina felt like it was vibrating, humming with the passion that mixed within her. It was the most powerful orgasm that she’d ever had.
Panting and trying to catch her breath, she felt him let go of her arms and she laid down on the bench, trying her hardest to get control of her body. She could hear Kheem panting behind her, his cock still inside of her, still stiff for a last few moments. She wanted him to recover quickly. Her whole body felt numb but there was an undeniable hunger still inside of her. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling something warm and assuring inside of her. This had been a great idea.
Chapter Three
It had been nine months since she’d gone into exile and stepping off the boat, back on Tarobi shores felt like she’d been gone for a whole lot longer. In fact, as she looked at the palm trees, the ferns, and the sand everywhere, she wondered what could have possibly pulled her away from all of this. Fear had driven her from the island and one last kiss from Kheem had been all that she could go off with.
She had to flee. There was no other choice in the matter. She had wanted to stay and to experience her pregnancy with Kheem as his surrogate like any other surrogate would have. She had wanted the honor and the prestige of carrying on a bloodline, but she had been denied that. She had been denied anything close to that. Instead, she had vanished into the night on short notice.
Her supervisor at the Tiki had not been pleased to hear that there was a severe family emergency and that she was going to have to leave her job for a while. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she knew she needed to have some time away from everyone. She knew this pregnancy was going to only take a few months, but she didn’t want to bring her child back as a newborn. She wanted to bring her child back as an infant, if possible. So, she had concocted her story and she had put the wheels in motion.
She’d told King Ronald that her sister was fatally hit in an accident in Wyoming and though she was still alive, it wouldn’t be much longer for her. They had taken emergency procedures to save the child that was in her womb, but it was going to be a struggle. King Ronald had eaten up the story without much suspicion. He gave her permission to leave the island under the hooting and the insults of Tendai and the other Jaguars. It didn’t matter to Josie. She was free of the island and the Hunters had given her permission to return when the matter was resolved.
Her exile had been anything but a walk in the park. Draining most of her savings, Josie had traveled while she was pregnant, never staying in one spot for too long. When sh
e did give birth, it was in the company of a midwife who didn’t know anything about her and who would work with her on short notice.
It had been painful, terrifying, and the loneliest she’d ever been. She had wanted nothing more than to have Kheem there with her, but it wasn’t possible. If he left, suspicions would be raised and the ruse would be up.
Now, months later, it was time for little Onyeko to finally come back to his family. It was time for him to know where it was that he belonged. For Josie, she had been on the run for most of her life and having that simple answer had meant so much to her. She wanted him to know what it was like to be a part of something peaceful and enduring.
She wanted him to know what it was like to be part of the Clans. Ony, bright eyed and still unable to talk, was the best child Josie had ever encountered. He was silent and understanding. He rarely cried or threw a fit with her. He was the best child that she could ever ask for. She was so grateful for him and there was never a day that passed that she didn’t thank the heavens that she had him.
But today was the most terrifying day of her life. Ony was darker than she was and reminded her of Kheem so much. When she arrived on the island, King Ronald and the other heads of the Clans were waiting for her with bright smiles on their lips and excitement in their eyes. She had worked hard to maintain her figure and to get into even better shape after Ony was born. They stayed in hotels that had gyms and she would always watch what she ate.
She couldn’t risk having them discover the truth. So she made the sacrifices she needed to. Everything had to be in order when they arrived. Everything had to look like nothing had changed and that nothing had altered over the course of her absence. In fact, if at all possible, there needed to be an appearance that there was nothing different and nothing had changed.
“It is wonderful to see you again,” King Ronald said, stretching out his arms as Josie approached him, holding Ony in her arms as firmly as she could.
There was no way she was going to trust any of these mongrels with her child. She hugged Ronald, but made sure to keep it civil and not let his hands wander all over her body while she was holding her child.
“You are as radiant as the day you left us. It was a sad day when you left our circle.” Ronald looked from her face to the face of Ony who was barely keeping it together.
The poor child had been through such a long journey that Josie felt like a monster still keeping him up. He was tired and wanted to sleep, nothing more.
“You’re too kind,” she said with a forced, sweet smile to King Ronald, not wanting to offend him or put him on edge. The last thing she needed was him getting suspicious toward her. As she pulled away, she offered smiles and nods to all the other heads of the Clans. She didn’t want to make anyone unhappy right now.
“We’re glad you’re back,” King Ronald said finally with much delight in his voice.
It was good to have been missed, but there was something sinister and disturbing about this whole meeting. It was in this moment that she realized that she hadn’t come back here for the clans or the safety that they offered, but rather she was here because she wanted to show Kheem the son that they had made together. It was obvious to her that Ony would wake up one day and be a Panther, usually around when he hit puberty, but before then, he needed to know Kheem.
From the way things had been going, Josie had kept a rather low profile. She’d been able to keep moving and to avoid the troubles of Hunters or other Clans that roamed the world. For her, all she had to keep doing was moving and making sure that she kept her nose clean. Even when men looked at her with her baby, their eyes full of dark fire and wicked thoughts, she was able to keep calm.
She was able to ride out the storm and keep pushing. She had no doubt that one day she could find a home to call her own, a place where she could live with Ony in peace and quiet. Even if the map was filled up, there were still plenty of places out there that hardly made a dot on the map. She could get a job and tend her own.
“I hope you remember your loyalty to the Clans and to Tarobi,” King Ronald said with a fairly dark smile that bothered her. “This child is welcome among us, but you will need to ensure this child was not your own before the Council. They will need to know that your loyalty to the oaths and the vows you swore have not changed in your absence.”
Shit, Josie thought as she held Ony in her arms. They knew. She didn’t know how, but she knew they were aware of the origins of Ony. She looked at Kibwe who had been smiling like he’d heard a very good joke the entire time he’d been near her. Of course he knew. They must have had people tracking her or maybe Kheem had let it slip accidentally. How could he do that, though? It wasn’t like Kheem to be reckless or careless. He wouldn’t have let the information slip. So how did they all know?
“No problem,” Josie said with a nod and a smile that felt like it was glued on her face and the glue was starting to come undone. They could see right through her. The pretty girl that everyone liked had done something bad and that meant that she was going to be in a very precarious situation and now she had a child to worry about as well.
“Very good,” King Ronald said with as much false ambivalence as he could muster. “I told them that there was nothing to worry about. You are a good and loyal friend to the Clans and you simply went to adopt your poor sister’s child. Nothing more. I am glad to put their minds at ease once and for all.”
“I must have been the talk of the town,” Josie exhaled, pretending like she was relieved and that there was nothing wrong with her. Of course, it was all a lie. Inside, she was screaming and wondering where Kheem was. Raffu looked as suspicious as the rest of the Clan Leaders, which meant he wasn’t buying it either. She was outnumbered.
“Unfortunately, people talk,” King Ronald said gravely. The message was clear to her now. People had been talking and they were on the verge of the truth. “There is business at the Hotel I must attend to and I simply wanted to greet the return of our dear friend and wonderful associate on her return back to our sanctuary. Welcome, my friend.”
Josie hardly heard a thing he had said to her. In fact, all she could think about was whether sleeping with King Ronald might buy her some time to figure out what she could do to delay the judgment they would inevitably cast on her. The truth would come out and she needed to be ready for that to happen.
As King Ronald kissed her on the cheek and turned away, she watched as the Council left as well, but Kibwe remained for a moment longer, looking at her with his jackal eyes. He looked like he was about to eat her and savor every last moment of the ravenous meal. She shuddered at the thought of his eyes on her and that clearly made him even happier.
“Spin your lies,” Kibwe said to her with a malicious tone that made her hairs stand up on the back of her neck. “You can tell all the lies you want, but we know the truth. We are not fools.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Josie said with as much sincerity that she could muster for him. He looked at her and chuckled at her weak response. Why was she so scared of him? Why did she feel such fear toward all of them?
“It’s only a matter of time, Wolf,” Kibwe growled. “You and your little kitten will end up on the chopping block and we’ll be there to swing the axe.”
“Talk to me like that again,” a wave of courage and rage hit her like a tsunami and Josie found her voice once more. She found the strength and the defiant power that she had always wielded here on these shores. “Say one more thing like that and I will have your head, Kibwe. Don’t forget who has more friends on this island.”
“You won’t, when they realize you’ve given birth to that little whelp without permission,” Kibwe snarled at Ony who was looking at him with the most innocent eyes Josie had ever seen. “An illegal surrogacy is punishable by death. We’ll find the father and we’ll have him killed as well. Your child will be raised by the Clans and taught to hate you with all of his heart.”
Josie didn’t remember striking him, but w
hen her hand slapped Kibwe across the cheek, she was startled just as much as he was. The slap had been loud and she had put muscle behind it. She wanted him to feel pain and she wanted him to know she was not going to tolerate that kind of language toward her child. She almost felt ashamed for having struck another Shifter, but Kibwe deserved it. The beads of crimson blood along the pink lines where she had hit him were enough to make her feel like justice had been served.
Kibwe’s hand rose to his wound and he smeared the blood across his cheek, pulling his fingers away and grinning at the results of his inspection. “My, what big teeth you have,” Kibwe chuckled. “You’ve signed your death wish, whore.”
Josie stepped toward Kibwe and grinned as he shuffled backwards from her with a look of fear in his eyes. He was big, but he was not so tough. She could take him. All she would have to worry about was Ony eating sand while she ripped his head off once and for all. That wasn’t something she was too worried about right now.
“I think you’re needed elsewhere, Kibwe,” she reminded him.
Kibwe let out a soft chuckle as he turned and walked a little faster than he should have in order to play the convincing role of the un-intimidated muscle. She knew Kibwe was the patsy of the Jaguar Clan. It was Tendai that she was going to have to actually worry about. All in good time.
* * *
“How did they find out?” Josie was laying on the bed, half dressed as Kheem loomed over her.
It was hard for her to think properly with him in the same room as her. He was so masculine and so powerful. She wanted to take advantage of the man that she hadn’t touched in eight months. It was impossible for her to get over how incredible he looked. She wanted to ravage him and consume him when she saw him. There was that primal energy and connection that they shared which she couldn’t ignore. But she had to. She couldn’t let him ravage her until she had some answers.