Page 64 of For Love and Blood and Fury

And then Marisol was flat on her back, and Zuri was straddling her. Zuri glanced over her shoulder at Elena, knowing that she couldn’t stop herself from watching her ass when she started rolling her hips.

“You can leave,” Zuri said in a theatrical half-moan. “If you’re in such a hurry. We’ll find a way to entertain ourselves.”

When she turned back to a flushed Marisol, she guided one of her hands on her hips over her chest and up to her neck. Understanding immediately, Marisol followed Zuri’s silent command.

Gripping Zuri’s throat with authority, Marisol cursed. She did it so rarely, it sent a rush of new desire pulsing through Elena’s body. With her other hand, Marisol urged Zuri to rock her hips faster.

“I thought you liked it gentle and slow,” Elena said, arms across her chest as if that would stop her body from catching fire with desire.

Squeezing Zuri’s throat harder, Marisol glanced at her, hazel eyes dark with contagious lust. “You asked me how I like to get it,” she replied, voice husky. “Not how I like to give it.”

“Don’t stop,” Zuri managed, voice thin and revealing just how tightly Marisol was choking her. Slipping her hand between her own thighs like she’d forgotten her ploy to tempt Elena back to bed, Zuri groaned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Marisol panted, attention fixed on Zuri’s fingers. On how they must be moving over her clit. It was too much.

Defeated, Elena rushed in behind Zuri. With one hand on her abdomen and the other pushing her hand away, Elena found her dripping wet.Gods.

Sitting up, Marisol rested her weight on one hand stretched out behind her and begged Zuri not to stop grinding against her. Dropping the hand Elena held against Zuri’s belly, she slipped it between them, reaching under Zuri and finding Marisol open and soaked.

With a groan, Marisol rocked against her, begging for more with her body and moans and pleas. Elena crumbled, convinced that she’d never be able to deny either of these women a damn thing.

Slipping easily into Marisol’s wet entrance, Elena moved deep and slow, exactly how she liked it. Without losing her quick tempo over Zuri’s clit, she closed her eyes and drowned in the unique pleasure of making them both unravel at once.

They were hers, and she couldn’t let either of them forget it. Not when she didn’t know what came next. Not when this felt like a karmic gift. Like just recompense for the horrors she’d survived. But after having lost so much, she couldn’t take the chance that they’d slip away.

Trembling, Marisol was already on the edge, but Zuri was holding back. Elena was about to tell her to let go, when Zuri groaned a pained, “Bite me.”

Eyes snapping open, Elena wasn’t sure she’d heard her. But then Marisol released her throat and Zuri tossed her hair to one side, giving her the neck she hadn’t tasted in years. The only one she’d wanted for so long.

Wrapping her legs around Marisol who’d sat up and gotten away from Elena’s touch, Zuri leaned back into Elena’s chest while sitting more firmly in Marisol’s lap. Still unsure she’d understood, Elena watched Zuri roll her hips, pressing herself and Elena’s still fingers against Marisol’s tense belly.

“Now,” Zuri growled, muscles trembling against Elena’s body.

Making a fist in her hair with her free hand, Elena held her tight before sinking her fangs into her. Darkness unfurled around her, and Marisol’s eyes widened at the sight of Elena’s shadow surrounding them.

Zuri’s arousal made her blood sweet and hot and intoxicating. It was a jolt of lightning, a surge of pure, untamed power that coursed through Elena’s veins, igniting every cell in her body.

It was a primal connection that elicited a primal response. Gripping Zuri’s hips with both hands while Marisol held her parted thighs, Elena didn’t need to touch her to give her what she wanted. Her bite was laced with ecstasy, designed to fill her prey with unparalleled euphoria. To give Elena permission to feast. To beg her for it.

Elena groaned, pushing Zuri harder against Marisol, thighs trembling when Marisol dug her blunt nails into Elena’s hips and urged her to go faster. She tasted Zuri’s orgasm a second before her body stiffened and a flash of light forced her eyes open.

Around her small shadow circle, Marisol’s gorgeous spectral wings opened wide before curling around both of them. Zuri’s movements slowed, panting and dropping in Elena’s arms. Elena eased out of her bite, chest alive with the excitement of Marisol’s display.

Marisol opened her mouth and caught the two small streams of blood flowing down Zuri’s chest with her tongue. Desire roared hard in Elena’s body as she watched Marisol run her tongue over the puncture wounds before she pressed her lips to them so softly.

When she pulled back, Zuri’s skin was devoid of any evidence of her bite.

Cursing, Zuri rested her arms around Marisol’s neck and leaned against Elena’s heaving chest. They watched breathlessly as the luminous wings disappeared into stardust. It was only when they were gone that Elena realized she should have asked Marisol to finish healing her.

“We’ll leave tomorrow,” Zuri whispered, turning back to Elena to kiss the blood off her lips. “When you’re fully healed,” she added, and nothing had ever sounded more sensible than staying in bed with them. With what was hers.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dawn foundMarisol and Zuri half asleep and standing in similar pairs of leggings and T-shirts. In the kitchen, Zuri downed a second shot of Cuban coffee and lamented the mountain of laundry she was going to have to do. But first, she was going to try another magic summoning session with a woman descended from fucking angels. Sure, she’d learned that in witch class.

“What does it feel like?” Marisol’s hazel eyes were dark in the weak light only starting to stream in through the window. “When she bites you.”

Zuri handed Marisol her empty cup and leaned against the counter. Speaking English, Spanish, and just enough Portuguese to cause trouble, Zuri had never been able to put into words what Elena’s bite did to her. Ecstasy was too small and rapture was too corny.

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