The Lion and the Lamb

by Jenika Snow

  “Threatening a customer, Leo?” Slade made a tsking noise then grinned. “Never thought I’d see the day when Leo Castill settled down and found himself a mate.”

  Slade’s words had Tatum creasing her brow. Mate? What in the hell was going on, and why did everyone speak like they were from another planet?

  Another low growl came from Leo. “She is not up for discussion.” He used his hand on her waist to pull her more firmly against his back. Tatum looked over her shoulder and saw several people had their eyes on them. Two of those people were Sugar and Peaches. If Tatum didn’t get this situation under control, all hell would break loose.

  “Leo?” It took a heartbeat for him to tear his murderous glare off Slade, but when he did, his gaze softened. “Can I speak with you? Alone?” She lifted her eyebrows, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue. She had no idea what she planned on speaking to him about, but all she could think about was getting him away from Slade and defusing the situation.

  The animosity grew thick until she could have cut it with a knife, and whatever problem these two had with each other would only escalate if given time.

  “Yeah, run along like a good boy.” Slade made a shooing motion with his hand, and Tatum gritted her teeth. She had half a mind to let Leo have at him, because there were no doubts in her mind Slade’s ass would be grass if Leo got his hands on him. Fortunately, Leo didn’t take Slade’s bait. Instead, he gave one last growl, turned away, and started walking toward his office.

  His arm stayed around Tatum, and his fingers clenched on her hip. His steps were fast and long, and she struggled to keep up with him. Right before she stepped into his office, she glanced over her shoulder again. Sugar was behind the bar, her narrowed eyes trained on Tatum.

  Peaches’s worried expression was clear even from the distance, but the pixie of a woman led Slade and his men toward one of the private rooms in the back. A tug on Tatum’s waist had her in Leo’s office with the door shut firmly behind her.

  Leo was a few steps in front of her, his body rigid, his pacing quick and agitated. When he stopped and stared at her, she felt her nerves skyrocket. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. He looked furious. His chest rose and fell with the force of his breathing. His hands clenched and unclenched by his sides, and the blue of his eyes looked fierce and bright. His nostrils flared, and she heard him inhale deeply. What was it with the men around her inhaling so strongly?

  “I….” What in the hell could she say? Something shifted in the air in the next moment. She became hot and wet as Leo stared at her. The shirt she wore seemed too tight, and her panties were soaked. Now it was her turn to inhale deeply, and when she did, the most glorious scent invaded her senses. It smelled spicy and masculine, and she remembered it from when Leo picked her up for lunch.

  Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and he took a step toward her. The desire to have him was so pronounced she couldn’t breathe. How could someone’s cologne smell so good that she couldn’t think clearly?

  “Leo—” Before she could get another word out, he strode toward her with determined lust written all over his face.

  8

  He slammed her body against the wall, his breathing hot and heavy as it brushed along the back of her neck. Head turned to the side, Tatum kept her eyes shut as she felt his hands slide down from her shoulders to grip her waist. He pulled her ass back toward him, his erection digging into the small of her back.

  The sensation of his fingers tunneling into her hair sent chills dancing along her flesh. A hard tug of her hair being pulled had her head craning back. His other hand snaked around to curl his fingers around her bared throat.

  What in the hell was happening? Her goal had been to get him away from Slade and talk to him, but in a quick twist of events, that arousal she had been trying to deny came crashing to the front. All thoughts of Slade fled her.

  “Say who makes you feel good, Tatum.” The rough timbre of his growl went straight to her pussy. Her clit throbbed, and her cunt gushed from her need to have him between her thighs. There had been so much sexual tension between them that she was on the verge of climaxing just watching him walk into a room. Despite the fact that this was all she wanted, she liked the idea of teasing him.

  “Not a chance.” The sting of him tightening his hand in her hair had a gasp of pleasure/pain leaving her.

  “Baby, by the end of the night, I’m going to have you screaming my name.” He used his leverage on her hair to turn her head to the side even more. His tongue ran up the side of her neck, and a shiver raced through her. The roughness of it had an incredible sensation coursing through her, one that had her grinding her ass against him and groaning. “Yeah, baby, by the end of the fucking night.”

  He spun her around so fast dizziness claimed her. She had to blink away the fog that threatened to consume her. This was too wild and untamed for her. Tatum had never had a man make her feel like this, make her want to be fucked.

  His mouth claimed hers, his tongue stroking her bottom lip. She opened for him and sucked his tongue in, loving that his spicy male flavor filled her taste buds.

  Hands on his shoulders, she curled her fingers into his flesh and pulled him closer. His growl of need went through her, and she reciprocated it with one of her own. His hands were suddenly on her ass, gripping the mounds with a force that rivaled her lust.

  He lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss never breaking. In the next moment, he came forward. The cool wood of his desk met her ass. She gripped the edge of his tee and started pulling at it like a madwoman. Whatever came over her was like a tornado of emotions, and she didn’t see it stopping anytime soon.

  Ripping his mouth from hers, he tore his shirt away and went for the buckle of his belt. She was already unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders. Her hands went to the clasp at the back of her bra, but a slow shake of his head had her stopping. The belt slid through the loops of his jeans and clattered to the floor.

  He undid the button of his pants but didn’t push them down. Instead, he moved close to her until her knees brushed his legs.

  “Feet flat on the desk, baby.” His grin widened when she did what he said. His hands landed on her knees, and he pushed them apart. Her muscles stretched and protested, but the burn felt oh-so-good. The skirt she wore was already bunched around her waist, so when he slid his hands down her inner thighs, he touched her bare flesh. Leaning forward, his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers.

  The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and she used all her strength not to close her eyes, tilt her head back, and bare her throat to him. All she wanted was the roughness of his tongue sliding along her skin again, igniting her like a firework on the Fourth of July.

  “I love your curves. The way you fill my hands makes my cock so hard I ache to be inside you.” His eyes roamed over her body, but she didn’t feel self-conscious about how she looked. The way he spoke about her had her pussy gushing with her desire for him. He started sliding his hands over her, squeezing her body until she felt like liquid beneath him. “I bet your pussy tastes as good as it smells.”

  The air around them heated and thickened, and she found herself wanting to have him just as aroused as she was. “Why don’t you find out?”

  Never had she spoken so wantonly before, but with Leo, 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 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 ha
ve 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 who 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 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 her, ensuring that she continued to be off-balance from the pleasure. His stubble scraped 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 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, she looked her fill at all the tan, smooth flesh that surrounded her.

  His mouth took hers in a crushing kiss. He delved his tongue inside 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, and 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. Unable to help herself, Tatum rubbed 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 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 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. With his 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.

  9

  Leo 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 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 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 t
highs 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 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, his growling and grunting making 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 a 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 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.