The Panther's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance

by Foxxe, Angela

  “Oh God yes,” Josie screamed as she threw back her head and felt him going in as far as he could possibly go.

  She ground her hips against him, circling his cock and making him squirm with the luxury and euphoria of sex. She wanted him to cum inside of her. She wanted everything from him. She smiled and worked his cock, moving up and down and up and down again and again. She moaned and closed her eyes, digging her nails into his abs as his fingers slowly moved up her stomach and gripped her breasts.

  She didn’t realize she was screaming and moaning until she was at the uncomfortable point where she realized that she had been going for minutes. But the embarrassment lasted for a second before the wave of lust and euphoria washed over her and she could feel the orgasm coming.

  It hit her like a truck and she collapsed onto Kheem, surprised that he was still fucking her, still thrusting his cock inside of her and giving her absolutely no time to recover. She smiled and her whole body writhed in ecstasy. It felt like there a thousand lips kissing every part of her body, injecting her with pure lust and excitement. She couldn’t catch her breath and she crumbled in Kheem’s powerful hands.

  He lifted her up, gripping her in both of his mighty arms and she watched as he stood up, taking his cock out of her pussy in a single movement that threatened to cripple her with the pleasure that shot through her like a lightning bolt. She smiled and laughed at how everywhere he touched her seemed to tickle her and there was no escaping it. She smiled and was helpless in his arms as he forced her up against the wall.

  “Show me what you’ve got,” Josie challenged him, begging him for more and more of his amazing cock.

  “You think you can take it?” Kheem asked her, not so sure that she was capable of really taking the rest of what he had.

  She knew what he was implying but the thought of him questioning her endurance was insulting. She was his nymphomaniac and she was all about him. She had given him some of the longest sexual experiences in the history of the world. There was no one who could go longer than Josie. She loved sex and she would have it as long as he could. Chewing her lip, she sank her fingernails into him and could feel her heart pounding faster and faster.

  Pinned against the wall, she felt his arm slip down to her thigh and pulling her leg up. She followed his lead and wrapped her leg around his bare ass and felt his cock seeking her. She slipped her fingers down to his cock and guided him into her. She wanted everything that he was offering her and she was more than willing to give it to him. She was more than willing to let him fuck her against the wall, pinned with nowhere to go. The idea made her feel even wetter.

  God, she wanted him. The thought of it was making her so horny and that didn’t seem possible. It seemed like there was a threshold of pure lust that he was throwing her through and she was more than willing to go through it with him. She was going to follow him to the end of whatever sensual journey he wanted to go.

  His cock ripped into her and she screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back against the wall and squeezing her eyes shut as his cock unleashed a maelstrom of electric energy inside of her. It felt like she was a Tesla experiment and that he was sending her to a different plain of existence. Kheem, giving into the lust that was inside of him, thrust his hips again and again, skewering her on his massive cock again and again as she moaned and screamed, trying to catch her breath.

  She clawed into his back and bit into his neck, trying to muffle the noises that were coming up from the depths of her soul. She wanted more and more of him, begging him to keep going when the next orgasm hit, she thought that it was going to rip her apart. It had the force of an earthquake inside of her and she crumpled inside of his hands again and as he kept thrusting, she felt like he was shattering her into a thousand pieces. All she could do was laugh against the sensations that were running through her at the speed of light.

  She pushed Kheem back and as she dropped down onto the bed, her pussy still willing if he was able, she felt his hands clamp down on her ass and spread her cheeks, taking her from behind. She was never into anal and Kheem had always respected that, but she loved doggy style. With her breasts swaying, her whole body syncing up with the rhythm of his fucking, Josie laughed and moaned as his cock stretched her and pushed against her. Again and again, she felt Kheem pushing inside of her, taking his cock in and out all the way making her scream and moan as she rubbed her clit, coaxing the next orgasm to hit early.

  She moaned and laughed until Kheem threw back his head and skewered her again with his cock, clamping his hands down on her hips and holding her impaled on his cock. She threw back her head and ground her hips, circling them as she pressed against his cock, begging him to give her everything that he had. She smiled and chewed her lip as he came inside of her.

  Rolling onto her back, she was a mess, sweaty and full of his cum, but it had been worth every last second of it. She smiled and enjoyed the feeling in her stomach, the deepness of her passion finally given life. She smiled at the feeling and couldn’t help but smile and grin at it. This was what she wanted. She wanted her child and she wanted Kheem.

  That was all she wanted in her life and if that was everything she wanted, then why did she have to fight for it so much? She enjoyed it. There was something that she wanted and if that was something that she needed to do in order to keep it and maintain it, then she was going to do it. She was going to fight for it. She stood up and took Kheem’s face in her hands and kissed him.

  “You and me forever,” she said with all sincerity.

  “You and me forever,” he echoed back.

  * * *

  “He’s an angel,” Karen assured her as she scooped Ony up in her arms.

  It was something that made her feel like she was the most special person in the world, having her son in her arms. There was something about children that made them impossible not to love, especially if they were yours. Josie knew that a child could soften the hardest of hearts if that man or woman was simply given the chance to enjoy a child.

  There was a magical property to them. Everything from their disproportionate bodies to their large eyes, they were adorable, innocent, and worth everything to keep them pure and innocent in a world that wanted nothing more than to tear them down.

  When Josie had Ony, she knew that the reality of the world belonged to children. The world needed them. The world existed for them and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Ony was given a world that was worthy of how sweet and wonderful he was.

  “Did he eat well for you?” Josie asked, Kheem standing behind her like an ebony monolith. Karen had her arms wrapped around her stomach and smiled at Ony who was grinning at her with his wide smile, showing off his new little teeth to her.

  “He was perfect,” Karen assured her. “He ate well, took a nap, and we had fun playing with him. Chloe loves having him around. Any time you need someone to watch him, I know that she’ll be more than happy to take up the job.”

  “Thank you so much,” Josie said graciously. “I’m sure I'll take her up on that offer sometime.”

  Karen smiled at that and said her goodbyes to them as they stepped out of her home. She had a house in the town of Tarobi and lived there with her daughter who attended the school as one of the few white children. She was a bit of a novelty to the island. They were both the most wonderful people that Josie had been given the good fortune of ever meeting. They were the kind of people you only wanted to have good things come upon. They had been through so much darkness already that they deserved some good times.

  On their way back to the bungalow, she couldn’t help but take in the evening life of the town. The bars and the clubs were already full of tourists who were hoping to get some of the supposedly authentic Caribbean lifestyle that the island offered them. Josie couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was all a façade, a masquerade that was put on for the benefit of the people visiting this island and then leaving in a week or so.

  Josie looked at
Kheem who was busy taking in the sights as well, or maybe he was watching for signs of someone threatening to attack them. His eyes were alert, dancing from place to place. He had the eyes of someone who was ready for anything. She knew that Wahir had people following them, probably Jamar. As they walked, the back of her hand tenderly brushed against the back of his hand. He smiled at her and Josie couldn’t help but feel something ignite inside of her. His crooked smile, his dark eyes, and the fact that he had the physique of a god, it all made him so damn alluring to her.

  Her fingers intertwined with his and he squeezed her hand tightly.

  When they reached their bungalow that they had decided would be safer if Kheem stayed with them, Josie stopped before she stepped into the small hut. It was obvious why she stopped and Kheem didn’t even bother to look at her. His astute eyes had caught the problem the moment she had seen it as well. He could see that the window was open on the side of the door. This wasn’t something Josie or Kheem would be foolish enough to do. Josie stared at the window and immediately thought of what they could do to get out of this situation.

  Cautiously, they approached the door and with each step they took, Josie could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest quickening and growing in intensity. Kheem approached the door first, his shadow loomed over the door and before they could figure out what it was that they were going to do, they both watched as the handle jiggled and soon the door swung wide open and the tan skinned form of Sipho stepped out, a cellphone pressed against his ear.

  “They’re not here,” he said in an annoyed voice to whomever he was talking to on the other end.

  By the time he looked up, Kheem had already pulled back his fist and was slamming it into Sipho’s nose, hard. Sipho toppled backwards into the door and fell onto the floor. Kheem didn’t waste a moment, lunging on top of Sipho, Kheem pounded his fists into the man’s face as he yelped in terror and pain. His arms and legs twitched with each strike as Josie held Ony and rocked him, turning him away so that he wouldn’t see his father beating the shit out of the man who had once again foolishly tried to kidnap him.

  As she turned, she barely caught the sight of two figures stalking toward her, coming down the small paved path that led to the dozens of bungalows. Even from the short distance in the shade of the palm trees, they were obviously coming for her. They were the kind of people who transmitted every action in the way they walked. She could tell that one was a man and the other was a woman. Josie started to walk backwards, looking over her shoulder to make sure that no one was behind her.

  “Kheem,” she called to him.

  The woman was Alizea of the Hyena Clan and she had often been seen with Kheem, trying to seduce him with her bouncy, wavy blonde hair and her alluring figure. She was from South Africa and was notorious for trying to sleep with as many alphas as she could. Her idea of being a woman was to give the man enough pleasure so that he was actually interested in being around her.

  It was disgusting and pitiful to Josie who had been the exact opposite. Next to her stood Christoph whose skin was as black as midnight and whose eyes were as bright as stars it seemed like. He was a lanky man who was used to causing trouble and ending it. He fought dirty and that was something that Josie was not ready for.

  She could hear Kheem getting up in the doorway and as she glanced at him, she watched as he rammed Sipho’s head into the wall and left the man unconscious or dead on the doorway. The moment he saw Alizea and Christoph, he rushed to Josie’s side, his knuckles bleeding, soaked in the blood of Sipho and his own. He was panting and his chest heaved as he stood next to her.

  “You run,” Kheem said to her. “I’ll hold them off. Find Wahir or anyone else who can help us. Go, now.”

  “They’ll kill you,” Josie said with an amount of certainty in her voice that frightened her. She had no doubt that Kheem knew this. They were past playing around. They were ready to do whatever they needed to in order to get what they wanted from them.

  “Hurry, now!” Kheem shouted.

  He lunged at Alizea and Christoph and in the moonlight, she watched as his clothing ripped apart in the flash of an eye before her and in its place landed y a sleek, black panther with eyes like golden moons, glaring as he peeled back his lips and roared at the two attackers. While they were still human, they were weak and he didn’t waste any time lunging at Christoph first, taking him to the ground as he landed hard on top of the man. It didn’t take long before Josie’s feet finally agreed with the importance of what Kheem had said to her.

  She turned and ran as fast as she could, heading down the path that would lead her to the outside of the Bungalow cluster. She ran past the bungalows that were silent and dark, people were either out on the town or they were at their jobs at the resort, but either way, there wasn’t a soul there to help her.

  She started to wonder if King Ronald had betrayed them. Had he decided that the betrayal that Kheem and Josie had pulled against him was too much? Did the Lion Clan decide to let nature take its course with them? All she knew was that she was utterly alone right now. There were no lions watching her back and she had just abandoned Kheem.

  “Help!” Josie screamed, refusing to let the man that she loved die alone.

  Whether it was others that came to her aid in the form of Shifters or common people, she was going to get the help they needed. She couldn’t let Kheem die alone. Screaming again and again, she watched as a few lights turned on, but as she made her way along the path, she eventually realized that it was too late.

  She looked back toward their bungalow and saw that there was no one there. There were no figures and there were no shadows in the darkness. Kheem and the others were gone. “Kheem!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Kheem? Where are you?” She shouted again and again as Ony began to cry. His little voice wailing was enough to make her feel like a coward, alone and abandoned. How could she turn her back on him? She had been a fool.

  She knew she couldn’t have just left Ony on the ground as she went to war with Alizea. She had to get him out of there. It was her duty as his mother and this was everything that they were fighting for. If she didn’t get Ony to safety and they harmed him or took him with them, then she was going to be in serious trouble. She turned back toward the bungalow and decided that whatever King Ronald had done, whether his agents were simply lax or if he had betrayed them, she was on her own. She stormed down the path, heading straight for the bungalow.

  When she arrived, Sipho was getting up, whimpering in pain as he tried to stand, clutching the frame of the door and trying his hardest to keep in control of his body. He was bleeding badly, but not badly enough as Josie approached him. Holding Ony in her arm, away from Sipho, she used her other hand to grip his throat and constricted her hand as hard as she could around his wind pipe, threatening to end him right there for what he’d done.

  “Where is Kheem?” She demanded from him. Sipho gurgled against her vice-like e grip and she squeezed harder against him. She wasn’t in the mood to play any games. She wanted answers and she wasn’t going to play any games with Sipho right now. If she had to kill him to make a point, she would do so gladly. “Where is he, Sipho?” She demanded.

  “They took him,” Sipho choked out miserably. “They took him away. They beat him pretty badly. It looks like your boyfriend is about as tough as the rest of his clan was.”

  Josie squeezed harder and felt the rage rising up inside of her. No, she couldn’t transform here. She couldn’t turn when she had Ony with her. She would have to wait until Karen or someone else had him. If she turned with him, she would definitely kill Sipho, but she might also harm Ony in the process. It was too great of a risk for her to take. No, she would just have to wait. But, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t teach Sipho a lesson on the way.

  She slammed Sipho’s head in to the wall and heard a sickening crack as the drywall caved and Sipho groaned and wailed, collapsing on the floor and bleeding from a whole new spot. She didn’t feel anything for
him. All she felt for him was hatred that came from the darkest part of her body. She wanted to see him suffer and she wanted to see him die. That was all she cared about right now. She wanted too much agony and so much horror for him. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do to the Jaguar Clan and the Hyena Clan now.

  The truce was broken for good now. They had sparked the war and there was no going back. She was going to kill every last one of them if she had to. There was something about it that rose up inside of her blood. It was a matter of honor and pride inside of her. She was going to do whatever it took to put them in the ground. But, there was something inside of her that spoke from the logical side of her brain. It told her she probably wouldn’t be the one who was putting them down.

  She was going to know soon enough whether her instincts were true or not, but she suspected that the Hunters were going to be coming after this. They had spies all across this island and they would know that someone had transformed and fought with another Shifter. With their precious humans in danger, they were going to make a presence now.

  Chapter 7

  Everyone knew what had happened, but no one was willing to speak up about it. There was some kind of terror and delusion that still rippled through the crowds of people that sat in the auditorium, waiting for the sentencing to fall. The Jaguar Clan was absent and their seat on the Council was vacant. Kibwe was gone and Sipho had limped away in the shadows when Jamar and the other Lions finally showed up, too late to be of any good to Josie.

  She watched as they searched for any sign of Kheem or the others. They came back with nothing and now the Jaguars were completely gone. Somewhere on the island, they were hiding. The moment this meeting was over, they were going to have nowhere to hide from Josie. She would tear down every house and burn the jungle between the resort and the town if she had to. There would be nothing that hid her from the man that she loved.