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Lyssa and me…

“Well?” I ask, trying for casual. My heart is beating too hard to be comfortable. And all I can hear are Grandmother’s words.

Anything can be a weapon.

Sex can be a weapon.

CHAPTER 25

Lyssa

I know it’s a bad idea.

Scratch that.

It’s a terrible idea. But the thing is, Scarlett seems to be a weakness for me. It’s a strange experience for someone like me to find out that another person can be a weakness, instead of something obvious like a bad knee or a blindside or a shitty fucking defensive stance that wouldn’t keep out a kitten.

And I’ve never had any of those problems, either, but I’ve seen them in trainees.

Never realized you could have this kind of weakness, though. Curvy brunettes with eyes you could drown in, who give as good as they get. In street fights and in bed.

My mouth is on hers before I know it, little more than a collision of tongues lips and grasping, desperate hands competing to see who can strip the other first.

It’s right there, in a delirious storm of sensation, it all clicks for me. I understand her in a way I never have before. The hunger that simmers just beneath her skin, the need to prove herself…

I have it too.

We’re alike, Scarlett and I, and it’s not just because of Grandmother. We were built, DNA-up, from the same stuff, and that’s why she calls so effortlessly to the need in my soul.

There’s violence in her, yes. A potent, red-hot core of barely restrained savagery and menace that I used to have, too, before I figured out how to contain it. But there’s a softer undercurrent woven into both of us, too, that I don’t think either of us would have the chance to find with anyone except the other.

For me, sex has always been about need and dominance.

But with Scarlett, I can let go a little. Explore. Test.

Enjoy.

Just like I’m enjoying her now as I shove her back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side. I hit my knees before she can even take a breath, splay her pretty pink pussy wide open, and dive in.She’s already dripping wet for me, her sweet taste filling my mouth, and I push my tongue in deep, no teasing. I want to taste the depths of her, find out every atom of her tight heat. I swirl my tongue around, find exactly how to tease her as she rocks up against me, her body meeting my face with insatiable hunger. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she grinds me down on her and I’m full up with the taste of her, mouth and nose buried in her as I eat her out.

But I want more.

I jump up, pounce on her, and grab those luscious tits, pinching at her nipples as she writhes around under me, trying to get some friction back on that demanding little clit. “Kitty needs attention, huh?” I smirk into her face as I say it, enjoy watching the fire catch in those striking eyes.

“Eat it or fuck it,” she demands, panting, “or I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t think so.” I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head?—

But I forgot who I was dealing with for a split second, because she flips me over before I figure out what’s going on, climbs on top triumphantly. Now I’m the one pinned down, her strong thighs tight on my waist, and damn if she isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes glitter with victorious glee as she mirrors my own smirk back at me. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Lyssa?” she singsongs.

“The absolute fucking best,” I promise. “How about you sit on my face and see?”

Her eyes go wide and dark at the suggestion. “Hell, yeah,” she breathes out. “I like that idea. Only I think I have an even better one.” She swings off me, but I’m intrigued enough to stay right where I am. It was the right choice, I discover a moment later, as she pivots and mounts me in a 69, positioning that delicious, glistening cunt directly over my face. I reach up to grab her ass as she descends, spreading her wide so she’s completely open and available to my tongue.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I manage to get out, right before her wet flesh engulfs me. I moan into her folds, my tongue encouraging more of her juice, rubbing my face right into her.

She’s fucking ambrosia.

And then I feel those soft, warm tits press into my belly as she leans forward, licking at my slit, pulling my thighs apart so she can feast on me just like I’m feasting on her. Every movement of my tongue is echoed back to me, her skilled tongue sliding, teasing, swirling. I let my tongue dart higher, stab bluntly at her tight little asshole while I get a hand on her clit, too, and go to town on it.

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