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

Chapter 45

Chapter Forty-Five

After the club, Elena drove them to the downtown condo even though they hadn’t discussed it. Thrown against the wall like she was weightless, Marisol didn’t get beyond the foyer. With her eyes slammed shut and Elena’s mouth on her neck, she’d almost forgotten why she’d gotten so annoyed at the bar. And then Zuri’s lips were on hers and she found the nerve to stand her ground.

“Why did you come get me?” Marisol managed, voice heavy with desire.

It was hard to care about anything but her touch. Anything but being wanted with staggering ferocity.

“Do you want us to take you back to your sad little apartment?” Zuri asked against her ear before her teeth grazed her warming skin.

Elena found the zipper on the side of Marisol’s jumpsuit.

“Is it just because you didn’t want me to be killed? Because I’m useful to you?—”

Elena cut her off with a kiss while yanking her zipper open. “This is where you belong,” she said, her tone decisive and definite and hard.

The words penetrated Marisol down to her marrow. She closed her eyes again and let the current take her where it would. Her need for clarity dragged under the crush of Elena’s hunger.

At the loss of Zuri’s lips on her neck, Marisol opened her eyes just wide enough to see her pull away. She intended to reach for her. To tug her back to her side. To tell her she looked incredible in her dress. To admit that she’d missed her, even though they’d barely been apart.

But then Marisol’s clothes were pooling at her feet, and Elena was yanking off her underwear. She didn’t have time to ask Zuri where she was going as she strode deeper into the condo.

Her ability to speak ended when Elena gripped her ass with both hands and lifted her off her feet. Suddenly having Elena’s face between her parted thighs wasn’t nearly as shocking as being off the ground.

“Shit,” Marisol gasped, legs wrapped around Elena’s neck and both hands in her hair to stay steady. She was too turned on by Elena’s sheer strength to fear the fall.

Back pressed against the wall and the ceiling too high to be anywhere near her head, Marisol cursed again when Elena’s tongue found her clit with the same ease as if they’d been lying in bed. As if Elena wasn’t holding Marisol’s entire weight with her hands under her thighs and the places where Marisol’s legs gripped her shoulders for dear life.

Eyes closed so she didn’t think about tumbling to the ground and breaking her neck, Marisol tightened her grip in Elena’s hair and reveled in the sensation of her mouth on her so possessively it made Marisol question whether she could ever call herself an independent woman again.

She was dependent. Addicted. Starved for the way Elena owned her so completely. It was against everything she could ever imagine wanting, and yet there she was, grinding against her mouth and wishing she’d dig her nails into her thighs so she could feel her everywhere.

Alternating between going too fast and too slow, Elena’s lips and tongue were pushing Marisol to a nerve-obliterating brink. Orgasm building too fast for her to control, Marisol was sure she’d come so hard she’d die. That the tension release would be too much for her poor body to absorb.

“You’re so fucking predicable,” Zuri said, voice getting closer and signaling her return.

Struggling to open her eyes, Marisol moaned when she saw Zuri standing there. In nothing but a black harness and matching sleek strap, Zuri was lust made tangible. At Marisol’s sighed curse, Elena stopped. Lips glistening and fangs extended in a way Marisol was surprised she couldn’t feel, Elena looked up at her before turning her head to catch Zuri walking toward them.

Approval rumbled in Elena’s throat as Zuri neared.

“She’s just so excited to show you how strong she is,” Zuri said, voice low and eyes fixed on Marisol sitting on Elena’s shoulders like it was a perfectly normal place to be. She slid in next to Elena, arms wrapped around her waist. “But not as much as she wants to lose a little control while she exerts it.”

Using nothing but her eyes, Zuri signaled for Elena to kiss her. Surging with a brand new rush of desire, Marisol watched helplessly while Zuri ran her tongue along Elena’s bottom lip before slipping into her mouth.

“Gods, Bambi just tastes so fucking good, doesn’t she?” Zuri moaned against Elena’s kiss before she flicked her gaze back up to Marisol and the mouth she couldn’t seem to close.

Pulsing with a need that was turning painful, Marisol bit her own lip to keep from begging. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted, but the ache was intense and all-consuming and she was verging on desperate.

“Don’t let her get cold,” Zuri whispered, attention on Marisol while she unzipped Elena’s pants as if Marisol wasn’t already so turned on it was rewiring her brain chemistry.

The second time Elena pressed her lips to Marisol’s aching clit and moaned, Zuri was pulling Elena’s underwear halfway down her strong thighs.

Fuck .

Forcing herself not to close her eyes, she watched, pulse thundering, while Zuri unbuttoned Elena’s skin tight vest. Instead of peeling it off, she must have found Elena’s breasts with her hands while it hung open. Marisol imagined her fingers on Elena’s hardening nipples, imagined how good it would feel to be under Zuri’s touch while Elena’s mouth was pushing her to the edge.

She wanted a better view. Wanted to watch everything Zuri was doing.

Moaning into her body like Marisol needed any more stimulation, Elena let her slide a little further down the wall. Opening her eyes after accidentally letting them close, Marisol cursed at the sight of Elena’s back bowed, her legs parted and silently begging for Zuri to slip inside of her.

It was too much. Too hard for Marisol to be trapped so high up and unable to touch and taste.

“Make me come,” Marisol demanded in something of a pant, voice strained far enough to be embarrassing if she could summon an ounce of shame. She needed to resolve her growing hunger so she could have her brain back.

Instead of targeting her assault like Marisol wanted, Elena pulled away while looking up at her. Perfect mouth curved into a smirk, she was about to say something obnoxious, Marisol was sure, but her beautiful face crumpled into furrowed pleasure instead.

Elena gasped, eyes closed and expression pained. Behind her, Zuri held Elena’s hips before easing into her again. Slow but deep, Zuri obviously knew exactly how to torment her. The sight was intoxicating, and all Marisol wanted was more.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Zuri whispered before catching her own bottom lip between her teeth and thrusting again.

Fist tightening in Elena’s hair, Marisol brought her back to where she needed her. Distracted by Zuri’s swinging hips, Elena’s tongue lost focus while her arms around Marisol’s thighs trembled.

Impatience made the desire pulling low in her belly ignite. Holding Elena’s head in place, Marisol started grinding harder against her tongue. Then it was Zuri’s turn to curse. Too intent on getting what she needed so she could finally get down and take what she wanted, Marisol didn’t open her eyes.

But as Elena moaned into her, she imagined how incredible Zuri looked fucking her from behind. Imagined her getting more and more aroused by watching Marisol’s skin flush and her chest heave. By listening to Elena’s muffled sounds and Marisol’s ragged panting.

“Don’t move,” Marisol warned, the tension in her body building.

Her skin was so hot and lungs so constricted that she wasn’t sure whether she was going to have an orgasm or aneurism. Hoping for the best because she was too far gone to do anything else, Marisol arched her back.

Shoulders pressing into the wall and body trembling against Elena’s voracious mouth, Marisol managed a tiny, “I’m coming,” before she stopped breathing. Before a euphoric high took over every nerve singing in her body.

Gripping her waist hard with both hands, Elena held her steady. Held her until she started moving her lips again. Until her tongue was circling her clit again. Until it was dipping inside Marisol to the rhythm of Elena’s groaning. Until she was coming again despite a body on the verge of breaking apart.

“I can’t,” Marisol cried when she tried to tug Elena’s head back, but she didn’t immediately comply.

Elena hesitated a fraction of a second before she released her painfully sensitive clit. When she pressed her head to Marisol’s pelvis, Marisol ran her fingers through her hair.

“Put me down,” she whispered, meeting Zuri’s gaze who’d stopped moving but stayed inside Elena.

“Sure you can stand on these?” Elena kissed the inside of her quivering thigh.

In a pulsing rush, she yearned for Elena to sink her fangs into her delicate skin. She wanted to be ravaged. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask for it.

“Yes,” she lied instead and tried to sound less out of breath.

Carefully, Elena freed one of her arms to hold her close while she let her slide down her body. When Marisol’s feet were back on the cold tile, Elena kissed her so gently, she wasn’t sure how to receive it. Arms around her and lips so soft over her mouth, her chin, her neck, Marisol learned just how destabilized she could get.

As she relished being pinned to the wall and enveloped in Elena’s touch, Zuri’s hand reached out to ease back the sweaty hair sticking to Marisol’s forehead.

With Elena’s body flush against hers and her lips grazing her collarbone, Marisol opened her eyes to find Zuri looking at her. Always scrutinizing. It was like she was trying to judge exactly what Marisol was feeling. Making sure she was okay.

A warmth she couldn’t blame on intense orgasms spread over Marisol’s chest. It took control of her body and made it impossible to look away from Zuri. To do anything other than lean in despite the near certainty of heartbreak.

And then Zuri’s hips were moving again and her hands were sliding down Elena’s sides. The moment she heard Elena’s breath hitch against her ear, Marisol forgot her unsteady legs and liquified arms.

Palm pressed to Elena’s throat, she pushed her back just enough to make room to move. “I do taste so good on you,” she whispered, kissing her as slowly as Zuri’s devastating thrusts. “But that’s not what I want,” she teased before running her tongue down Elena’s throat, biting her neck and imagining she could slice through her unmarred skin.

Bracing herself against the wall behind Marisol, Elena moaned her approval when she ventured down her chest. Taking one modestly-sized breast in her mouth, Marisol tried to pace herself. Impossible, she realized, with Elena’s excruciatingly sexy sounds and the knowledge of what Zuri was doing.

She wanted to tease her longer. Wanted to lavish her nipples with so much attention that she was begging for release. But she didn’t have Elena’s villainous patience.

Dropping to her knees while leaving scattered kisses over her torso, Marisol didn’t wait to spread Elena open and discover how aroused she was. There was no pretense. No hope of pretending she’d make her wait.

The moment Marisol ran her tongue from the base of Zuri’s strap buried deep inside of Elena up to her hard clit, Elena let out a guttural cry. It only took a few moments for Marisol to time the swipes of her tongue with Zuri’s slow, deep thrusts. When she switched to quick and shallow to tease Elena’s entrance, Marisol took Elena’s clit between her lips, head bobbing as fast as she could before flicking her tongue over the very tip.

It proved to be a lethal combination. Above her, Elena panted and cursed, her body stiffening and trembling while she tried to make the moment last. Despite the awkward angle and pull in her neck, Marisol didn’t relent.

Deciding Zuri was getting off too easily, Marisol shifted one hand to hold Elena open while the other drifted up the inside of Zuri’s thigh. At her touch, Zuri widened her stance, giving her the access she wanted.

Without slowing the pace that was driving Elena to the edge, Marisol slipped her fingers into the stretchy fabric of Zuri’s harness. Discovering that Zuri was dripping wet made her entire body ache to be touched again.

“Fuck, Bambi,” Zuri gasped, fingertips turning white where she was gripping Elena hard enough to bruise.

It was all the encouragement she needed. Without preamble, Marisol started a blinding pace over Zuri’s clit before her quick thrusts inside Elena made it impossible to move between her and the base of the strap.

As Marisol plunged a finger deep inside of her, Zuri cursed, voice audibly raw and fractured. When Marisol curved her finger to find the back of her clit, Zuri stopped breathing. Marisol was determined to blow their minds at the same time. To show them that experience wasn’t directly related to skill.

“Gods,” Zuri cursed again, movements losing their focus.

Going in for the kill, Marisol moaned, fingers on target and mouth unforgiving. With a whimper, Elena’s arousal dripped onto Marisol’s chest while her body turned motionless. Behind her, Zuri’s orgasm rushed into Marisol’s palm and filled her with life-changing satisfaction.

When Elena moved again, she reached down to grip the back of Marisol’s skull and lift her to her feet with the grace of an aerialist. Meeting her dry lips and parched mouth, Marisol decided she was nowhere near finished.