Page 58 of Blood from the Marrow
Fuck, why hadn’t she packed the strap?
“Bite me,” Marisol begged, breathless when she broke from Elena’s kiss and tipped her head to the side. “I’m so close.”
Zuri’s eyes snapped open, and she found Elena looking at her, eyes black as midnight. It took several disoriented seconds for Zuri to realize Elena was waiting for permission. Zuri didn’t need to control when the hell Bambi decided she wanted the bite. Her concern had only been with Marisol knowing she was sure before doing it the first time.
But now, Marisol understood how letting Elena drink from her would make her feel. Understood how intense her feelings for Elena could get… how deeply bonded they would be. It was Marisol’s decision, but Zuri didn’t have to tell them so right then.
Fingers slick with Marisol’s arousal and her gaze on Elena, Zuri moistened her lips. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” she muttered against the shell of Marisol’s ear.
“Yes,” Marisol panted, grinding against Elena’s thigh while Zuri picked up the pace with her fingers. “Please.” She swung her hips so fast, it was all Zuri could do to keep up. She was on the edge. Desperate.
“You’re irresistible,” Zuri groaned before kissing the spot on her neck where Elena would bite.
She ran her teeth over the spot, deciding that she would live this memory from Elena’s vantage point later. That she would know, even if in borrowed skin, what it was like to sink her teeth into Marisol and drink her in. To consume her. To keep a piece of her.
When Marisol was leaning on Elena more than she was standing on her own, when she was on the verge of tears, Zuri kissed a line from her neck to her shoulder. When she was unbearably desperate, Zuri straightened. Her fingers moved at a blinding speed over Marisol's clit. With her back and bicep burning, Zuri gave Elena permission with a curt nod.
Fangs extended, shadows materialized around them like the fog rising from the Venetian Lagoon. Elena bit into Marisol with a thunderous groan. Zuri made a fist in Elena’s hair, pushing harder against Marisol’s neck… urging her to drink deeper.
Marisol stopped moving. Stopped breathing. With one arm wrapped around Marisol, Elena picked her up when her legs faltered.
“Fuck,” Zuri cursed.
Marisol grinding hard against Zuri’s hand trapped between Marisol’s body and Elena’s thigh was devastating. Entire body trembling, Marisol threw her head back and unleashed a curse that must have echoed through the entire city of Venice.
Elena eased out of the bite but Marisol was nowhere near satisfied. On trembling legs, Bambi turned in Elena’s arms. Her eyes were dark with lust when she trapped Zuri under her gaze.
Blood streaming down her neck and over her chest, Marisol shoved Zuri backward. Overwhelmed by the dominant energy that buffeted Zuri back like Marisol had sprouted her wings and forced her to stumble, Zuri landed on Elena’s bed before she realized she’d gotten close to it.
Marisol shoved Zuri’s legs apart, looking down at her body with indescribable hunger. “I want you to feel what you did to me,” she said, voice dark and sending an agonizing spike of desire through Zuri’s body. A body that was already teetering on the edge.
With her hand around Zuri’s throat, Bambi pinned her to the bed. She climbed on top of her, straddling Zuri’s thigh before she shifted forward and pressed herself to where Zuri was aching for her.
“Do you feel that?” Marisol rocked her hips forward, grinding against Zuri’s swollen clit.
“Fuck, Bambi,” Zuri gasped, mouth hanging open in a silent cry.
The anticipation had been so intense, Zuri was sure that she wouldn’t last long. Not when Marisol was squeezing her a fraction above too tight, and the sight of blood running down her chest was creating a brand-new kink.
She rocked into her more forcefully, pressing her thumb firmly against her throat. Zuri’s back arched off the bed, but she couldn’t make a single sound.
Marisol eased the pressure with her thumb and raised her brow. “Answer me.”
Zuri had nearly forgotten the question. All of her energy was working toward not falling over the edge. “Yes,” she managed. “You feel so good.”
Marisol let go of her neck before Zuri could tell her to keep it there. Before she could beg her not to leave. But then Marisol was positioning herself between Zuri’s parted thighs, pushing them apart as far as they would go, and all Zuri could do was watch. Watch while Bambi stuck out her tongue and licked her with one long, slow swipe. Zuri’s entire body trembled in response, hands grabbing at the sheets while she shook.
“We taste so good together,” Marisol groaned before she tossed her head back to look at Elena—Elena, who was giving Zuri the thrill of being watched. “Come here,” she demanded.
Elena obeyed, lips red from Marisol’s blood when she slipped in at Marisol’s side between Zuri’s legs. She kissed Marisol, moaning when she tasted their combined arousal on Marisol’s tongue.
Zuri dug her hips into the mattress as if that might relieve the unbearable ache. She was about to take matters into her own hands when Marisol broke her kiss with Elena.
This time, when Marisol’s mouth was on her again, dragging her tongue slowly directly over her sensitive clit, Elena’s mouth was on her thigh.
With a fist in Marisol’s hair, Zuri was half off the bed again. “Stick out your tongue, Bambi,” she panted.
Marisol gave her what she wanted without hesitation. Held her head still and her tongue flat while letting Zuri grind against her tongue and controlling the pace. The slower Zuri went, the more her thighs shook, but she couldn’t stop. She was already so close.
