The Lion and the Lamb (7 page)

Never had she spoken so wantonly before, but with Leo she
found she acted out of character quite frequently. A nip at her bottom lip was the only response he gave her before he dropped to his knees between her splayed thighs. He kept her legs open as he kissed her ankle then ran his tongue up her calf, over the side of her knee, and started working his way back down her inner thigh. The feel of his hot, humid breath and of his tongue leaving a trail of liquid fire all over her, had her legs shaking. She felt marked by him, like he staked his claim for all to see. Something inside of her grew warm and soft at the thought, but she knew it had to be misplaced.

Leo Castill wanted one thing from women, and normally she would have scoffed and told him to fuck-off, but she was way past that. She deserved to feel a little bit of pleasure, even if it was for only one night, and Leo was the man that
would give it to her.

His finger slipped beneath the lace of her panties
, and he pulled it aside. His breathing increased, and she could feel the hard, hot puffs of it waft across her soaked folds. At the first swipe of his tongue through her cleft she threw her head back and moaned. Every little touch amplified inside of her. The way his lips suctioned around her clit, drawing the bud deeper into the warm cavern, had her trying to catch her breath. His thick fingers spread her lips apart, opening her for his wandering tongue. The pleasure climbed higher until she thought she’d shatter from it. When he speared her pussy with two, thick fingers, and blew a stream of air over her clit, she came undone. Her orgasm stole her sanity until she cried out like a banshee.

He continued to work his fingers inside of her, ensuring that she
continued to be off-balance from the pleasure. His stubble scrapped against her inner thigh, and she found the discomfort almost reassuring.

He wrung the last ounce of her orgasm out until she couldn’t hold her head up any longer and her legs fell completely open. The post euphoric bliss that
started to settle in was short-lived as her panties being torn away and her bra opening pierced her hazy brain. She opened her eyes to see a sight that would have frightened her if she didn’t know Leo would never hurt her. How she knew that was beyond her, but that knowledge was so strong that she felt a surge of power grow within her. He stared up from between her thighs, his gaze heavy-lidded and his lust slamming into her and leaving her dizzy with drunkenness.

His full lips parted
, and she watched with wide eyes as he ran his tongue in the crease where her thigh met her pussy. With slow, deliberate finesse, he flattened his tongue on her inner leg and dragged it up. The almost grainy texture of it was her undoing, and she closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling. He continued to lick every inch of her right thigh before moving to her left. He left no part of her untouched by his wicked mouth.  He moved over her rounded belly, dipping his tongue in the small indention before moving between her ribs and breasts. With expertise he flattened his tongue over her nipple. Immediately she felt the peak stiffen as blood surged beneath the surface. His big hand cupped the mound as he suctioned his mouth around her and pulled hard. She grew mesmerized by the sight of what he did, and when he lifted his eyes to hers while he still sucked on her, she felt her pussy contract desperately.

He alternated between her breasts, licking, nipping, and sucking on her nipples like they were the tip of an ice cream cone. Her flesh felt abraded from his harsh tongue and the stubble that covered his cheeks. When he finally made it up over her collarbones, to her throat, then to her lips, she
gasped for air. Hands now clenched on his wide shoulders, and she looked her fill at all the tanned, smooth flesh that surrounded her. His mouth took hers in a crushing kiss. He delved his tongue inside of her mouth and stroked it along hers. She felt saucy with him, and so she sucked it fully into her mouth, loving how his gruff moan rumbled from his chest.

“You’re mine, Tatum. All. Mine.”

Snaking his hands down to grip her ass, Leo pulled her forward with so much force the roughness of his jeans scrapped along her sensitive folds and her breasts slammed against his bare chest. His skin felt warm, smooth, and solid. It was such a contrast to her softness that a sense of feminine appreciation swirled within her. He let her be in control of the kiss for only a few precious moments, then he used his dominance to lead the way. The way he made sure no part of her mouth was left untouched had liquid heat sliding out of her. Not able to help herself, Tatum found herself rubbing against him, loving how his raging erection pressed against her pussy, demanding entry even through the barrier. She had never felt so wanted before, and she found it very liberating.

Tatum was ready to have him take her right
then and there. It didn’t matter that he had her on his desk, his papers and pens scattered all around them. This was the hottest thing she had ever done, and she didn’t want it to stop. Before she could make this known to him, he had her in his arms. Holding onto him with her legs and arms, they continued to kiss. In the end it really didn’t matter where he took her, as long as the end result was him inside of her.

The sound of a door opening and of him descending a set of stairs pierced her lust-filled mind. The scent of natural wood and leather filled her senses, and she forced herself away from his skillful kiss and looked at the room he had taken her to. Mouth going dry and heart thundering a mile a minute, Tatum stared at the bed that dominated the majority of the room. Leather furniture and an impressive kitchen were also present. It was a small apartment, and stocked with the most expensive appliances and décor.

His fingers gripped her chin and turned her head to look at him. Eyes boring into hers, Tatum felt the tension leave her body as she melted under his blue gaze. His next kiss was slow and gentle, and she had a feeling he tried to ease her into whatever he had in store.

He started moving again until she felt cool, silky sheets meet her back. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her throat and started paying a lot of attention to the skin where her shoulder and neck met. Never had Tatum thought that particular area would be so sensitive, but maybe it had nothing to do with that spot. Maybe it was all because the man delivering the tempting touches drove her insane with lust?

“Do you like my touch, baby?” His rough, deep voice had her inner muscles clenching in need.

“Y-Yes…” A gasp left her at the feel of his teeth scrapping along her throat.

“Do you want more, Tatum?” There was no teasing in his tone, just unadulterated lust.

“God,
yes
.” A little pressure from his teeth had her almost going over the edge. He moved away from her, but she noticed the way he kept his hands on her even though his body no longer touched hers. He stroked her a few more times then stood. His pants were off in the next instant, and his big body covered hers. She felt so small, so feminine compared to him. There had never been a time when she felt like that with a man, but Leo made her feel wholly beautiful. He touched each one of her curves, murmured how he loved her body, how it drove him wild and made him hard. Each word had her climbing higher and higher until she found herself pleading with him.

“Leo, please. God,
please
take me.” He didn’t respond, just groaned against the breast he currently licked.

“My girl wants it, doesn’t she?” The amusement
made his voice sound thick, but all she found inside of her by the noise was frustration. She was wet and ready, and clearly he was having more than enough fun tormenting her.

She opened her mouth to curse, or maybe yell in irritation, but before any words came out he had her flipped on her belly. Lips skimmed down her spine while his hands massaged the globes of her ass. The feeling
relaxed and drugged her all in the same breath.

Dragging
his tongue up and down her back, she felt every emotion he had poured into his touch. His hard cock pressed against her, and the wetness from the tip coated the back of her thighs.

“I want you so bad, baby.” He nipped her earlobe as he grunted the words. Her ass felt bruised from his touch, but it was a good kind of pain that morphed her pleasure into something indescribable.

“Then take me. Please, Leo, take me
now
.” She buried her face in the mattress, her tears of desire coating the sheets.

“Say it again, Tatum.” He bit down on her shoulder
, and she gasped from the feeling.

“
Leo
, please, I want you inside of me.” She was overheated, covered in a sheen of sweat, and so ready to finally feel him moving within her. He groaned and ran his tongue down her spine again.

“You taste so good. So fresh and sweet and clean. I could lick every inch of your body and never get enough.” In the next instant he had his knee wedged between her thighs and
shoved them apart. The thick, heavy length of him slid between her folds, and she lifted her ass, needing to feel more of him. He shoved a pillow under her hips, further baring her to him. Before any other touches, kisses, or licks could be dealt, Leo sank into her body. Fingers curled around the sheets, and Tatum squeezed her eyes shut as he filled and stretched her. The burn felt so good, so powerful.

There was no place inside of her that
he left untouched.

Turning her head to suck in some much needed air, Tatum was assaulted when he slammed his mouth on hers. She pushed herself up slightly, giving herself more leverage so that she could move her tongue in and out of his mouth. He started pulling out and pushing back into her, slow at first but then picking up speed.

Leo broke the kiss and growled. His hands landed on her hips, and he hauled her up until she was on her knees. With her ass in the air and his hands still holding onto her waist, Leo plunged in and out of her pussy. His fingers dug into her as he pounded into her body, growling and grunting that made him sound like a feral animal staking claim.

“
Fuck
.” He pumped his hips faster. Her breasts swayed from the force, and he snaked one hand around her to cup her mound. His fingers tweaked the nipple, adding a bit of pain to balance out the pleasure.

“Yes, Leo.” She said the last word on a moan.

“God, I love it when you say my name.” He sank into her again, his balls slapping at her clit. “Say it again, baby.”

“Leo…” He pinched her nipple again
, and she screamed out his name as her orgasm slammed into her. “Oh. God.
Leo
.” He continued to move in and out of her as pleasure consumed every cell in her body. Right when her body started to calm and the pleasure waned, he flipped her on her back. Tatum was weightless, and her legs fell open, the strength to hold them up no longer inside of her.

She couldn’t
keep her eyes open, but she forced herself to stare at the intimidating and feral man above her. He loomed over her, his wide, hard chest covered in beads of sweat, and his blond hair a chaotic mess around his face. It made him look wild and untamed, and she knew she had to watch him fuck her.

The blue of his eyes
was savage in the dim lighting of the room. They shone with vicious desire and ferocious lust. He directed all of that toward her, and it left her winded in the aftermath of her ecstasy.

His hands landed on her ankles
, and his hands smoothed up her calves. The rough pads of his fingers clamped down on her knees a millisecond before he slid them down her inner thighs. He framed her pussy with his hand. His thumbs brushed the opening of her body, and the tips of his fingers touched the top of her mound. Gaze riveted to her cunt, she felt moisture seep out of her. Maybe she should have felt self-conscious over the fact she was obscenely on display, but how could she when the look Leo gave her had her feeling like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen?

He moved his hips closer, so close that she felt the hot, slick tip of him rub along her folds. In one swift move he
buried himself inside of her again. This time he didn’t allow her body to adjust to his massive size. He plowed in and out of her, his eyes trained on where their bodies met.

God, had she ever experienced anything as carnal as this moment?

Her pussy was pink and plump, juicy and ready for him. When Leo had taken her from behind, the urge to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder had been overwhelming. His body was primed for her, and adrenalin and testosterone coursed through his veins. When he saw Slade walk into the club everything inside of him went on high alert. It wasn’t because the shifter was his enemy and walked into his business, but because the fucker had been steps away from his mate. But then Slade had put his hands on Tatum, and the lion inside of Leo clawed to be free.

He wanted nothing more than to shift and tear Slade’s limbs from his body and feast on his blood. It didn’t matter that
Slade had just skimmed his fingers through her hair—he had
touched
her. The only reason he found the strength not to reveal his true identity was the fear of Tatum running. She might keep declining his offers to take her out, but he felt a shift in her every time their eyes locked.

He pushed his thoughts away and focused on his mate. Her body was made to be worshipped, and he
tried to do just that. More than once he dragged his teeth over the back of her neck, down her spine, and across the spongy mountains of her lush ass. All he wanted to do was break the skin just enough that his scent would be ingrained in her, that she would never be able to wash him off of her body or from her pussy. The need to make her his overpowered every part of his being. It was like he had to prove to himself that she was here, unhurt, and wanted only him. The desire that came from Slade as he looked at Tatum had Leo’s claws unsheathing in fury. The fucker wanted her, but that would never happen, not when he would fight for her with his last breath.