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

Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Blood ran down Elena’s depleted body and swirled into the drain. Under the rainfall shower, Zuri gently washed the revenge out of Elena’s hair while Marisol cleansed the rancor from her skin.

Elena, eyes closed, forced herself to stop worrying that the threat had been too easily extinguished. To stop the nauseating fear that there was someone behind Baylor pulling his strings. A woman who could actually yield her power if she managed to take it.

Instead, Elena allowed herself to think of nothing but the touch of the two women vibrating with relief and welcome and love. Allowed herself to be exposed.

She didn’t deserve it. The love. But in the rhythm of water hitting the warm tile, she allowed herself to pretend that she did.

Marisol’s touch was so light when ran her thumb along the curve of Elena’s cheekbone that it nearly triggered a long-forgotten urge to cry. Shutting her eyes tighter like it might erase the image of her enemies’ blood pooling at her feet. Erase the unforgettable stench of death. The heavy labor of final breaths.

Behind her, Zuri’s fingernails against her scalp eased the tension that had lived there since she woke up in the hospital. Her touch melted the worry and doubt and fear that she’d ever feel safe again. The terror that she couldn’t protect anyone she loved. That it wasn’t over. That the real threat still lingered.

When Marisol’s lips brushed against her, imbuing her with a light she’d been missing while lost in the shadows, the light that filled the places she was hollow, there was no doubt anymore that Marisol had been exactly right. She belonged to them so much more than they’d ever be hers.

Proving the undeniable, Zuri’s kiss ghosted the back of Elena’s neck while her palms followed the dip of her waist. When she gripped Elena’s hips like she owned her, Elena couldn’t help sucking in a breath.

In a coordinated effort to bring her to knees, Marisol kissed her. Lips hot and tongue insistent, she drove into Elena’s mouth with surprising hunger. It was the rush of having survived. Everything tasted sweeter after they’d bested death herself.

Behind her, Zuri used her hold on Elena’s hips to turn her around. To kiss her even harder. Searing her tongue against hers, Zuri’s kiss was hard and intense and told Elena just how scared she’d been. With the swipe of her tongue and the edge of her lips, she told Elena that she’d worried for her return.

Wrapping her arms around Zuri, Elena showed her she’d never have reason to fear. Elena would never leave her. That even in death, she’d claw her way out of the endless darkness to find her. No imagining of heaven or hell could keep her away.

Cleansed in every way that mattered, they left the shower without bothering with towels. Despite her intention to take the lead, Elena let Marisol push her onto the mattress.

Blonde hair, dark and slicked back from the shower, made Marisol’s hazel eyes brighten. With her freckles less prominent in the dark room, she had an air of danger. She was a feline stalking under the moonlight filtering through the trees, and Elena had never been more exhilarated to be the hunted.

While Marisol climbed onto the bed from the right, Zuri approached from the left. There was a choreography to their moments that pushed Elena’s desire and curiosity in equal measure. It was like they’d practiced this dance, even though nothing about it felt rehearsed.

“Kiss me,” Zuri demanded, but she was already sliding in alongside her, hand gripping Elena’s jaw to move her face toward hers. The tenderness of her touch in the shower was replaced by something more powerful. More elemental.

Zuri’s kiss was sharp teeth and rumbling moans and an intoxicating push for more. Arm circling her waist, Elena pulled her in harder. Kissed her more desperately.

Before Elena could devour Zuri’s mouth, Marisol’s warm fingers were on her jaw and tugging her away from Zuri’s lips. Elena didn’t have a chance to miss the contact before Marisol’s mouth was covering hers. The contrast was a rush.

Flooded with desire, Elena moaned against Marisol’s tongue gliding at an agonizingly slow pace against hers. The soft, deep kiss combined with Zuri’s nails digging into her throat was a hard pang of arousal thundering low in her belly.

Holding them both closer, Elena wordlessly demanded more. More of Zuri’s rough touch and Marisol’s languid tongue. Neither hesitated to give Elena what she wanted.

Zuri hooked her leg around Elena’s, tormenting her with her slick, wet heat pressed against her thigh. Moaning into Marisol’s all-consuming kiss only heightened her desire. She needed more. Needed to feel them everywhere. Needed them to take every part of her.

Intending to kill her, Marisol flicked her tongue over the point of Elena’s extended fang. Feeling it in the pounding ache growing between her legs, Elena dug her hips into the mattress like the move had any hope of easing her pain.

“Tell me what you want.” Marisol’s demand was a dangerous whisper against Elena’s swollen lips.

“Touch me,” Elena growled.

Marisol’s grin was the definition of wicked. “I am touching you,” she teased, lips grazing her jaw as if that was anywhere near adequate.

“She hates to be teased,” Zuri said with too much amusement before she found the base of Elena’s neck with her mouth.

Following Zuri’s lead, Marisol bit into the pulse point on the other side of Elena’s neck. Fuck .

Unable to catch her breath even if she wasn’t panting, Elena strained to feel more. She wanted Zuri to grind against her thigh. To feel her arousal dripping over her skin. She wanted Marisol to make a fist in her hair and ride her tongue until she’d arched her back and filled Elena’s mouth with the pleasure she’d taken for herself. She wanted to be used in the filthiest ways. To drown her worry.

Hand on each of their lower backs, Elena pulled them closer, held them harder. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

Zuri released her tortured skin first and mercifully moved down her chest. While she watched, Zuri pressed her lips to Elena’s aching nipple. At the contact, Elena cursed. The searing heat of her mouth pushed Elena’s desire to the brink. She wanted to reward their patience with her own, but her need was growing agonizing.

“Fuck,” Marisol whispered, alerting Elena to the fact that she’d stopped to watch Zuri too.

Half on top of Elena, Marisol rocked against her thigh, desire even more prominent than Zuri’s. “Gods,” Elena cursed, head tossed back and hunger unbearable.

Instead of dipping down to take her other nipple into her mouth, Marisol surprised Elena by leaning across her chest. While she watched, Marisol extended her tongue and joined Zuri in tormenting her.

Every time their tongues met each other rather than Elena’s hard nipple, she arched off the bed and begged for more. The sight of them together was overwhelming, and Elena needed more.

Zuri looked up at Elena, eyes dark and diabolical. “How good are we going to feel on your clit?”

The rhetorical question spelled the end of Elena’s restraint. “Enough teasing,” she roared, but neither of them moved any faster.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, Zuri sat up and straddled Elena’s tensed thigh. A moment later, Marisol was doing the same.

Helpless, Elena watched Zuri swing her hips to an excruciating rhythm. Watched her cup her full breasts, teasing her hard nipples before letting one hand glide over her soft abdomen and disappear between her thighs.

Spreading herself open, she showed Elena just how wet she was before her fingers found her clit. “Kiss me,” Zuri moaned, but she was talking to Marisol, who was watching with the same lecherous expression Elena was sure she was wearing. “Slowly,” she added when Marisol leaned over to meet her demand. “And touch yourself,” she whispered before sparing Elena a glance. “Not you.”

Hands balled into fists at her sides, Elena obeyed. Not because she wanted to, but because Zuri could be cruel with her punishments. She wouldn’t risk being left to resolve her desires on her own. Anything short of their touch would be torture.

Marisol didn’t hesitate to do as she was bid. Grinding slowly against Elena’s thigh, Marisol let her hand drift down her body. When she found what Elena imagined was her hard clit, she groaned into Zuri’s kiss.

Elena tore a gouge in the sheets to keep from reaching out. Watching when all she wanted to do was ravage them both, Elena felt like she might disintegrate while Zuri and Marisol kissed. Both of them grew more slick against Elena’s thighs with each swing and kiss and moan.

As if their orgasms were building in her own body, Elena stiffened when Zuri’s thighs began to tremble. She held her breath when Marisol couldn’t continue to kiss Zuri and keep her fingers moving fast enough.

When Zuri bit her bottom lip and dropped her hand from her breast to brace herself for the impending orgasm, Elena moaned her encouragement. And then Marisol’s moans grew louder, her grinding against Elena’s thigh more frantic.

In a lethal finishing move, Marisol announced she was coming before Zuri eked out a raspy, “Wait for me, baby. I’m so close.”

Desire wrecked Elena’s core, pulling at her so hard that she was sure she’d come without being touched. Looking at her through half-lidded eyes, Zuri offered a lazy half-smile. “You were incredibly well-behaved,” she said, breath still uneven. “That deserves a little reward, don’t you think?”

She slid off her thigh and kneeled next to her. Unable to close her mouth, Elena cursed when Marisol shifted to position herself between Elena’s parted legs. In a move so hot it burned into Elena’s brain, Marisol ran her tongue flat against Elena’s thigh and collected every drop of Zuri off her skin.

“Fuck,” Elena cried, but there was no room for recovery.

Before she uttered another word, Zuri was parting her legs as wide as they would go. Wide enough for her and Marisol to both fit between them. Knees bent and thighs spread to the limit, all Elena could do was gasp when Marisol and Zuri moved in unison.

On either side of Elena’s clit, their tongues moved at different speeds and amounts of pressure. Verging on crying, Elena couldn’t produce a single sound. Zuri used her entire mouth in slow, purposeful movements while Marisol assaulted her with a targeted attack that made her body so hot it reminded her of the lethal fevers of her first life.

Every time their tongues found each other over the very tip of Elena’s clit, she was sure she was going to die. Sure that this was the only thing worth living for.

“Don’t stop,” Elena panted, the crack in her voice bordering on a cry.

And then they were both moaning into her and two fingers were teasing her entrance, and Elena had nothing left. No way to resist the quick unraveling.

“Fuck,” she whimpered when the energy building in her body tore through her.

Arching her back off the bed, she let herself unravel. Let herself take and take until her body was spent and Zuri and Marisol were slithering their sweat-soaked bodies back up to her.

“Maybe I should make you worry more often,” Elena joked through a haze of exhaustion when they each landed on one side of her.

“Shut up,” Zuri said before kissing her.

Marisol pulled Elena from Zuri’s kiss and claimed her lips with surprising authority. “Don’t you dare.”

Tangled together, Elena held them close enough to crush. It would never be close enough. With a deep breath, she settled into her pillow. Settled into home. Even as she closed her eyes, Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, somewhere, was still watching. That her enemies weren’t all buried with Baylor.