For Love and Blood and Fury (Lilith’s Legacy #1)

Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

Pulse pounding so hard it was impossible to breathe, Marisol found herself standing at the foot of Zuri’s bed. She was both out of her body and so completely connected to it that she felt Elena’s hands on the hem of her shirt like an open flame igniting her skin. Zuri’s lips against her jaw were a seismic tremor.

She was doing this. She was really doing this. And God… She wanted it.

Closing her eyes, Marisol snaked her arm around Elena’s waist just as she tugged on Zuri’s tank top and pulled her flush against her side.

“Ask for what you want,” Zuri whispered, breath warm against the shell of her ear. “It’s the only way to get it.”

Mouth dry, Marisol wrestled with her sudden inability to speak. Wasn’t it obvious what she wanted? Why else would they all be freaking touching each other in front of a big ass bed? They’d kissed already... It wasn’t hard to follow the pattern. To guess what should come next. To know what she wanted.

“Maybe I like surprises,” she joked, willing the moment to change. To squirm out of the sweltering spotlight. To propel them forward without having to speak.

Elena leaned closer, lips grazing Marisol’s neck. “Are you sure you want to leave it all to chance?” she asked, her voice laced with a seductive challenge. “Some surprises can be... disappointing.”

Turning toward the lips she was aching to kiss again, Marisol wished Elena would move closer. She held her breath and waited for her to erase the small gap between them. Judging by the grin on Elena’s face, she knew exactly what Marisol wanted. She was just refusing to give it to her.

Marisol relented, nerves multiplying faster than she could absorb them. Tensing her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, she forced herself to speak. “Kiss me,” she breathed, body trembling.

“Who?” Zuri whispered, rewarding her attempt with lips pressed to her neck. A light touch she felt in the throbbing between her thighs.

Heart racing, she managed a weak, “Both of you.”

And then Elena’s mouth was on hers and Zuri’s teeth were scraping her neck and Marisol forgot how to think. She was breathless when Zuri made a fist in her hair, yanking her out of Elena’s kiss before they’d found a pace, and kissed her so slowly and deeply that Marisol might have simply stopped existing.

But then they were both kissing her neck again. A hand on her abdomen, another on her lower back and she didn’t know whose was whose. She was in a liminal place. A gasping in-between. Skin and touch and thundering want.

Tipping her head back, lengthening her neck, Marisol groaned at the sensation. She was already reeling from the kissing on her neck from opposite sides and in destabilizingly different ways. Already sighing at Zuri’s lush lips and Elena’s sharp fangs.

She wasn’t going to survive this, but she couldn’t remember how to care. Couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t all body and need and ache.

“Is that all you want, Bambi?” The tip of Zuri’s tongue found her ear.

Jesus .

Acting on impulse, Marisol slid her hand up Zuri’s back and tangled her fingers in her hair. With a yank she almost didn’t feel stupid doing, she turned Zuri’s mouth toward her. Dark eyes came alive with surprise, Zuri’s lips twitching into something between a smirk and a snarl.

With every muscle in her body trembling, Marisol mustered all the authority she could and demanded, “Kiss me.”

Zuri’s tongue was in her mouth and Elena’s hand was in her shirt, pushing it up. Invading her. Dominating her. Wanting her.

Dragging her teeth over Zuri’s bottom lip and eliciting a sigh that she’d replay in her mind until she dropped dead, Marisol pulled Elena closer. Bringing her back to her neck. To the skin she so desperately wanted her to savage.

She wanted to feel out of control. Wanted to be so far from herself that nothing she did counted. Or that it was the only thing that counted. Nothing else was real. There was only this moment. Only this place. Only their touch.

Imagining what Zuri would do, how Elena would move, she pulled them tighter against her. She slipped her hand up the back of Zuri’s shirt, fingertips skimming the smooth curve of her hip.

“Take this off,” she whispered against her lips. Before Zuri moved, she turned to Elena. “You.”

Eyes so bright they were nearly luminous, Elena cupped Zuri’s cheek and kissed her. Lips still tingling, Marisol felt the kiss on her own body. Felt it like an electric current heightening the combustible heat on her skin.

In her life, Marisol had never been jealous. But she never expected that the sight of two women—two women she desired—kissing would be so deliciously devastating. Despite Zuri’s dominant energy, Elena obviously was in control. She tilted Zuri into the position she wanted and Zuri didn’t resist.

Shit .

And then Elena was spinning Zuri around. When she pulled off her tank, Zuri was left in nothing but a pair of cheeky black underwear that paid homage to her incredible ass peeking out from the bottom.

Zuri had a script tattoo along her spine, etched into her perfect caramel skin. Latin, Marisol guessed with whatever was still functioning in her brain.

Reading her mind, Elena ran the tip of her tongue from the edge of Zuri’s underwear and up the middle of her back, eliciting a groan that Marisol felt like a finger slipping inside of her.

“ Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus ,” Elena whispered, eyes on Marisol and hand possessively on Zuri’s hip. “Love is rich with both honey and venom.” Lust emanated from Elena in a way Marisol felt like a beating pulse. “How I regret not being able to get tattoos.”

“Fuck,” Marisol sighed, body too hot and too electric and too unprepared.

Reaching out for Zuri, Marisol brushed her nose against the curve of her neck. Inhaling her warm skin and soft hair, Marisol closed her eyes.

When Zuri turned around, Marisol’s pulse jumped so hard her vision blurred and her knees nearly buckled. No one had ever looked better nearly naked in their life. Breasts full and curves reckless, everything about Zuri was mouthwatering.

“Your turn,” Elena decided, fangs running over her tempting lips.

Heart thumping at the sight of both of them looking at her at once, Marisol didn’t have time to be self-conscious before her shirt was gone. Elena’s fingertips were live wires as they traced the edge of her cleavage.

Behind her, Zuri unfastened her bra while Elena kissed her. Kissed her harder than she had ever been kissed before. Kissed her like she was marking her lips. Like she was leaving an invisible brand. Staking a claim. Owning her in a way she had no idea she wanted to be possessed. The act was nearly animalistic, complete and resolute and annihilating her inhibitions.

“You’re too dressed,” Marisol growled, voice too low to be hers.

Elena’s eyes flashed and, in a heart stopping moment, she pulled off her clothes. Body lithe and strong, Elena held herself out with obvious pride, openly relishing the way Marisol licked her lips to return the moisture to her mouth while she gawked.

“Her ego is already fucking unbearable,” Zuri said, voice soft and landing on the back of Marisol’s ear before she wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Don’t ever tell her how hot she is,” she whispered more than loud enough for Elena to hear before pressing a kiss to Marisol’s shoulder blade.

“Oh, don’t you worry, baby.” Elena’s voice was melting honey dripping over Marisol’s overheated skin. “You can never hide the effect I have on you.” She closed the gap between them before her gaze flicked to Marisol. “Neither of you.”

Elena kissed her, hot and hungry, while Zuri ran her open palms down her trembling stomach. Pressed between them, Marisol wished she could touch them both at once. That she could devour them the way she wanted to, but was too overwhelmed and too unsure.

“Are you sensitive?” Zuri slid one hand up her ribcage and over her breast. When she floated her fingertips over her hard nipple, Marisol responded with a moan into Elena’s kiss.

“Is that a yes?” Zuri bit into the back of Marisol’s neck, forcing her to break Elena’s kiss to gasp.

“Yes,” she admitted, heart racing too fast for her to catch her breath.

“How sensitive?” Zuri asked, her free hand finding her other nipple. By the way she asked, it was obvious she already knew the answer.

“Very sensitive,” Marisol confessed, eyes closed. The desire pooling low in her belly made everything feel unbearably good.

Leaning away but keeping her hands around Marisol’s waist, Elena watched Zuri tease Marisol’s hard nipples. Bottom lip between her teeth, she made a sound deep in her throat. It set off an ancient warning in Marisol’s body, but she couldn’t shrink away from the predator in the shadows. She needed to run headlong toward danger. To tame it.

While touching her, Zuri muttered the quietest curse and Marisol’s eyes slammed shut again. Each roll of Zuri’s fingers was a tidal wave of desire punishing her. Elena’s tongue, flat against her throat before scraping her with her fangs, threatened her balance, but Zuri was steady behind her.

“Enough fucking around,” Elena decided a heartbeat before she was tossing Marisol on the bed like she was weightless.

Landing with a bounce, Marisol sat up on her elbows to watch Elena climb onto the foot of the bed while Zuri laid next to her. Body soft and so right, Zuri propped her head up and molded herself to Marisol’s side.

“How do you like to come?” Zuri whispered against Marisol’s parted lips, holding herself just far enough away that she had to strain her neck to catch her kiss.

Entire body flushing with color Marisol wished she could control, she swallowed hard. What kind of question was that? How many ways could there be?

Elena’s hips slipping between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, made it impossible to remember the question. More than anything, she wanted to feel her on her body. Wanted Elena to own every inch of her the way she’d taken her mouth.

Elena claimed her lips as she pressed into Marisol. Every time the lethal points of her fangs grazed her, it pushed the ache in her body into new territory. Her hard kiss and Zuri’s soft touch were the only things she ever wanted to feel. How could a single person ever compete with this?

Searing a trail over her neck and down her chest, Elena was running her tongue down to her navel when Zuri grabbed Marisol’s jaw and pointed her face at her. “You didn’t answer me and I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”

The sharp tone pushed her desire to pound harder. What the hell was happening to her?

As Elena trailed hot open mouth kisses along her inner thigh, Marisol managed a pained, breathless: “Slowly.”

Zuri moistened her lips before she kissed her. Slow, commanding. As if they’d coordinated the attack to break her, Elena lips brushed her clit just as Zuri deepened their kiss.

It was too much. Balling the sheets in her fists, Marisol had to pull herself back. Had to get a handle on herself before she let herself start an embarrassingly quick orgasm.

“Shit,” she moaned when Zuri left her mouth and took her stiff nipple between her lips.

Dizzy, Marisol forced her eyes open, but she still couldn’t believe this was really happening. Tossing her head back, she arched into Zuri’s mouth while reaching down to tangle her fingers in Elena’s wavy hair.

Zuri, her mouth still agonizingly gentle, swirled Marisol’s aching nipple using the same slow pace as Elena’s tongue. When Marisol was sure she wouldn’t survive them, Zuri’s hand found Marisol’s in Elena’s hair.

Instead of intertwining their fingers like Marisol expected, Zuri made a fist. Elena’s groan straight into Marisol’s body made her gasp. And then Zuri was in control. With nothing but the flick of her wrist, she was changing Elena’s tactic. Withdrawing her tongue, Elena wrapped her lips around her sensitive clit and sucked.

“Fuck,” Marisol cried, back arching off the bed, but Zuri’s palm on her chest shoved her back down with so much force that it snatched the air from her lungs.

Zuri found Marisol’s nipple with her thumb and kissed her mouth so hard, Marisol was shoved out of her body. The kiss wasn’t deep enough, wasn’t hard enough.

Moaning into her mouth, Marisol begged for more. And Zuri gave more. Gave Marisol her long tongue and her soft lips and her fingers teasing her nipple until she was trembling and grinding so hard into Elena’s mouth that she was sure her fangs were going to shred her. She couldn’t care. Couldn’t worry about the aftermath when she was in the storm’s eye.

Before Marisol fell into the spiral she couldn’t keep fighting, Zuri’s hand was back in Elena’s hair and pulling her away from Marisol. Elena growled her displeasure, but Zuri didn’t hurry to stop kissing her. To push Marisol back to the edge with nothing but her lips on hers.

When she took that away too, Marisol had to stop herself from crying at the loss. Eyes flying open, she looked up at Zuri’s perfect face.

“Do you want to come, Bambi?” Zuri asked, voice husky and dripping with all the desire ravaging Marisol’s body.

“Yes,” she gasped, hoarse and panting.

“It’s rude to take without asking,” she teased, lips hovering over her again. Tormenting her.

“Please,” Marisol begged. “Please make me come.”

“Call me baby.” Zuri ran her tongue along Marisol’s bottom lip, making her tremble.

“Please, baby. Please let me come.”

Mouth back on her nipple, Zuri’s fingers found Marisol’s clit a second before Elena’s tongue returned. The combination of sensations—the steady focus of Zuri’s touch and the chaos of Elena’s tongue—was too much to resist. Jaw clenched and eyes shut so tight she couldn’t fathom ever seeing light again, Marisol’s entire body tensed.

Pulled so tight, Marisol was tension snapping. Hips flying off the bed and unable to breathe, Marisol came so hard that her first orgasm bled into the second one without reprieve.

Zuri’s lips were against the shell of her ear, her voice soft and encouraging her to keep going. Begging her not to stop and telling her that she looked so good coming on her fingers.

Throat raw, Marisol begged for mercy with her hand in Elena’s hair and her arm around Zuri’s waist. She pulled them on top of her, wanting to feel their combined weight on her, wanting to lose herself in their touch. Wanting their bodies to be indistinguishable.

“Kiss me,” Zuri groaned, forcing Marisol to open her eyes despite her entire body focusing on catching her breath, core still pounding.

The moment Zuri met Elena’s lips inches away from Marisol, she moaned. Craning her head to deepen the kiss, Zuri’s throat rumbled with an animalistic sound. She pulled back, running her tongue over Elena’s swollen lips before she looked at Marisol with half-lidded eyes. “You taste even better than I thought, Bambi.”

Pulling her down, Marisol kissed the traces of herself off Zuri’s lips. Kissed Elena off of her while aching for more. As soon as Elena leaned back to watch them, Marisol pushed Zuri backward and onto the bed.

Zuri was on her back, amused at Marisol’s attempt at dominance, but allowing it. Getting up to her knees, Marisol cupped Elena’s cheek and brought her up to her lips. She kissed Elena so hard and hungrily that Zuri cursed while she watched.

“What do you want now?” Elena asked against her lips, continuing Zuri’s game.

Brain still hazy and body buzzing, Marisol couldn’t overthink before she said, “I want to watch you.”

Elena grinned, a flash quickening Marisol’s exhausted pulse. “Come here.”

Following Elena’s direction, Marisol straddled Zuri’s hips, her back to Elena. Before she leaned forward, Elena wrapped her arm around her from behind and pulled her close to whisper, “Don’t stop kissing her. It drives her crazy.”

“No sharing intel,” Zuri snapped but her voice was too soft. Too heavy with lust. “Let Bambi learn for herself.”

Elena grinned before turning Marisol’s head back and kissing her. Kissing her much more slowly than she had before. Showing her how Zuri liked it, she was sure. Desire rushed through her again, even though she should be completely empty.

When Elena bent her over and Marisol landed against Zuri’s mouth, she kissed her how Elena had kissed her. Moaning, Zuri grabbed Marisol’s hips, grinding her against her body.

Thighs trembling, Marisol rocked against her like she wasn’t already so tender that it hurt. She’d give her anything she wanted. Her only regret is that she couldn’t watch exactly what Elena was doing to Zuri behind her.

Underneath her, Zuri’s rocking body told her that Elena’s fingers were inside of her. Kissing Zuri, she imagined how she’d feel tightening around her fingers. How incredible it was going to feel to make her come.

“Don’t stop,” Zuri demanded between kisses when Marisol was so focused on their kiss that she’d slowed her hips.

She wanted to ask Zuri to keep talking. To tell her everything she was feeling. To moan into her mouth. To tighten her grip on her waist and force her harder against her even though it hurt. But she couldn’t find the words, couldn’t imagine they would sound as sexy from her lips as they did from Elena’s.

Slick with sweat, Zuri’s body trembled, and Marisol had to resist the urge to stop kissing her. To sit up and touch her, too. But she wasn’t asking for that. Every swipe of Marisol’s tongue in her mouth was pushing her closer. She felt it in Zuri’s stiffening body.

“Don’t hit that spot,” Zuri warned when she ripped her mouth away from Marisol’s. “It’s a new mattress. And I didn’t put that cover on it,” she added, breathless and eyes closed.

Marisol sat up, unsure what she meant.

Behind her, Elena laughed, dark and dangerous and addictive. “No one else has ever made you come like I do,” she said with a staggering confidence Marisol had never felt in her life.

Eyes open, gaze drifting from Marisol to Elena, Zuri grinned. “I just make them fuck me in the shower. It makes for much quicker clean up.”

Understanding that Zuri meant she could squirt, Marisol nearly lost the ability to hold herself up. It was almost unfair how hot she was. Unfair how much she wanted her.

“I want to taste you,” Marisol admitted when she bent forward to kiss her again.

“Then taste me,” Zuri whispered.

Despite her body feeling like her bones had been replaced with gelatin, she slid down her body, expecting Elena to stay where she was. Instead, Elena crawled toward Zuri, straddling her face like they’d coordinated in advance.

Mouth hanging open halfway down Zuri’s body, Marisol’s heart dropped out of her body. Elena’s hair fell in long waves down her toned back, muscles flexing with every swing of her hips.

Reaching back to rest her hand on Zuri’s bent leg to better grind against her mouth, Elena flashed Marisol a fanged grin over her shoulder. It was an invitation, but Marisol was hypnotized. She’d never seen anything hotter in life.

As if to prove that her aim was to kill her, Elena closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and unleashed a barrage of breathy dirty talk that somehow sounded filthier in Spanish.

All Marisol could do was watch. The arousal that had been well satisfied by Elena’s mouth and Zuri’s fingers surged again.

Zuri’s leg hooked around her thigh and pulled Marisol in, jolting her back to the moment. She wasn’t watching a show. She was in the show. For reasons she couldn’t comprehend, these women were real. They were real and blistering and hers. Even if only for the moment.

Marisol wrapped her arms around Zuri’s panic-inducing thighs, kissing the inside of her knee. Tilting her hips off the bed, Zuri asked for what she wanted, even if her mouth was too full of Elena to speak.

Pulse hammering, Marisol decided it was even more of a turn-on to hear her muffled moans than to take her direction—although, with a flash of surprise, she hoped she’d get that too.

The more Zuri urged her to move faster, the slower she went. Tasting her skin, lips hovering close enough for the slightest contact, she moved down her inner thigh at a glacial pace before switching to the other side.

Body trembling at her touch, Zuri dug her hips into the mattress when Marisol ran the tip of her tongue toward her center. She was squirming by the time Marisol closed her eyes and used her lips and tongue and teeth on her inner thigh. A preview of things to come.

“If you don’t stop fucking around and eat my pussy, Bambi?—”

Marisol cut her off with her lips on the glistening, wet heat of her body. Tasting her with every part of her mouth—lips grazing, tongue dipping and rolling and flicking—she savored every inch.

Digging her hips into the mattress again, Zuri cursed and Marisol stopped watching them to give Zuri every fiber of her attention. It didn’t take Marisol long to learn that she liked it slow, too. That she preferred long, lingering swipes before she built up to a more targeted assault.

Parting Zuri’s legs wider, Marisol held her open before pushing the tip of her tongue inside. When Zuri responded with a muffled curse, she went in as far as her tongue would go, but it was obviously not far enough. Zuri’s sounds had turned from eager to frustrated.

Before she lost her, Marisol replaced her tongue with her finger and curled it inside. This time when Zuri cursed, it was obvious she’d had to stop what she’d been doing to Elena. With an unexpected burst of pride that she’d forced Zuri out of focus, Marisol circled her clit before taking it completely in her mouth.

“Fuck,” Zuri moaned before hooking one leg around her as if to keep her from moving. As if there was anywhere on the planet she’d rather be. As if she’d trade anything for the taste of Zuri on her tongue.

With Zuri’s heel digging into her back and her moans tangling with her curses, Marisol was invincible. Her body surged with freshly oxygenated blood and she moved her tongue so fast, she was sure Zuri was going to tell her to slow down. When she didn’t, Marisol increased her speed, her pressure, moving her head in circles to give her more.

“Don’t stop,” Zuri panted. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Marisol had no intention of stopping, even if she snapped her own neck in the effort. She gave Zuri everything she needed while pressing her finger into her from the inside. She wanted to drive her insane. Wanted her to come so hard that all she could gasp was Bambi before she unraveled. Wanted and wanted and wanted.

Zuri bucked against her mouth while she cursed, Marisol deciding she was happy to pay the price of a busted lip. She’d do anything for the incredible sounds Zuri was making.

Zuri didn’t have to announce it. When her hips lifted off the bed and she clenched her thighs around Marisol, she knew she’d given her an orgasm. A damn good one.

Easing off the pressure when Zuri’s legs dropped uselessly back to the bed, Marisol kissed her slowly before sliding down one inner thigh. The feeling of eyes on her made Marisol glance up.

At some point, without her noticing, Elena had turned around, knees still on either side of Zuri’s head, but now she was facing Marisol. Watching her.

Making a fist in Marisol’s sweat-soaked hair, she pulled her half off the bed, an exquisite rush of pain flooding her scalp.

“Kiss me while I come,” Elena demanded, voice so low and commanding it should have scared her instead of setting her body on fire.

Getting up to her knees, Marisol pressed her pelvis into Zuri. She didn’t want to stop touching her. Didn’t want to lose the connection to either of them.

While Elena kissed her hard and deep and moaned into her mouth like she owned her—like she’d been created for the sole and glorious purpose of helping her come—Marisol kept grinding harder against Zuri.

The contact wasn’t nearly targeted enough. Not at this angle. But she couldn’t bear to move. Hands possessive on Zuri’s hips, her slick heat grinding against her skin, Marisol’s thighs trembled.

Elena tightened her fist in Marisol’s hair, her kiss turning into a grimace before she stopped moaning. Stopped breathing. Elena was right on the edge. Marisol felt it in the throbbing in her own body. Felt it in how wet Zuri was against her.

Rocking harder into Zuri, Marisol moaned against her lips, her kiss never slowing despite Elena’s clenched jaw. Letting go of Zuri’s hip, she reached out.

Running her open palm up Elena’s sweat-slick body, she slipped her hard nipple between her fingers and squeezed. A groan rumbled in Elena’s chest and Marisol squeezed harder before rolling the stiff point between her fingers and whimpering when Elena pulled her hair so hard, a fraction more pressure might tear it from her scalp.

Breaking their kiss, Elena tossed her head back, fangs exposed while she panted and cursed and looked heart-stompingly beautiful while she came. Body tensed and eyebrows drawn together, she was more fantasy than reality.

When Elena opened her eyes, skin flushed and lopsided smile dangerous, she let go of Marisol’s hair and leaned in close. “I’m only going to be gentle the first time,” she promised, kissing her again before Marisol collapsed.