Page 80 of For Love and Blood and Fury

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 againsther 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.

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