by Snow, Jenika
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.
Chapter Six
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 for 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 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 meet her ass. She gripped the edge of his tee and started pulling at it like a mad woman. 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 in 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 hairbreadth 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 of 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 liquid beneath him. “I bet your pussy taste 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 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 adj
ust 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?
Chapter Seven
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.