Page 15 of Blood from the Marrow
“I know,” Elena replied like a devil who’d struck the deal of a lifetime.
“The mess,” Zuri protested, but she hadn’t stopped rocking backward into Elena. There wasn’t even a hint of objection in her voice.
“Make a fucking mess,” Marisol demanded, a fist in Zuri’s hair pulling her back to meet her gaze. “I want you to come all over me.” Her voice was so rough and resolute, she surprised herself.
Eyes opening beyond their half-lidded state, Zuri bit her bottom lip before she grinned. “Fuck, baby, you’re filthy.” She leaned in to hover over Marisol’s mouth, teasing her with a kiss she kept out of reach. “Is that what you really want?” She tipped her hips up to give Elena better access while staying pressed to Marisol. “You want her to fuck me so deep that I drip right into you?”
Marisol’s jaw dropped and her core throbbed and she’d never been happier to be outmatched in her life. When she tipped her head back and tried to stop herself from coming, she was hit with a lethal finishing move.
“Deeper and slower,” Zuri moaned her instruction to Elena before pressing her lips to Marisol’s mouth. “Kiss me while I come,” she commanded. “And don’t lose focus.”
All too eager to give Zuri everything she wanted, Marisol kissed her. Matching the rhythm of Elena’s practiced thrusts, she kept her fist in Zuri’s hair and kissed her just as slowly and deeply. Kissed her like that until Zuri clenched her jaw and then Marisol took Zuri’s bottom lip between hers and imagined it was her clit on her tongue.
“Are you sure?” Zuri moaned, holding herself back in a way that made it impossible for Marisol to breathe. Impossible for her to want less than all of her.
“Fuck, yes,” Marisol moaned before changing her tactic. Releasing Zuri’s hair, she wrapped her arms around her instead. In her softest, most pleading voice, she begged, “Please, baby. Please come for me.”
Forehead pressed to hers, Zuri stiffened before her lower body trembled. Before her thighs shook and her breath caughtand Elena was encouraging her to keep going. To give them more. To give them every drop.
“Faster,” Zuri groaned. “And not so deep.”
The sound of Zuri’s voice coated in her impending orgasm pushed Marisol to her breaking point. Heart racing and clutching at Zuri, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but strain against her own skin, skin that was too hot and too tight and too constricting.
“Like that,” Zuri managed, her face dressed in the most beautifully pained expression Marisol had ever seen.
Marisol hadn’t known what to expect but when Zuri crumpled on top of her, unable to hold herself up, she realized her imagination could never top reality. A hot rush drenched Marisol a second before Zuri cried against the shell of her ear.
“Don’t stop,” Marisol begged, nails digging into Zuri’s back while she bucked her hips to grind against her. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
Racing toward the edge, Marisol focused all of her attention on where her clit met Zuri’s body. Where there was almost just enough friction. Where she only needed just a little more.
Despite her plea, Zuri rolled off of her and landed in a sweat-soaked heap at her side. Marisol’s mouth was so dry she tried to return the moisture to it so she could speak. But then Zuri’s fingers were on her sensitive nipples and her gaze was on a ravenous looking Elena.
“She said to make a mess, not leave one,” Zuri said to Elena, who dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed before Marisol’s brain caught up to her surroundings.
Long tongue out and black eyes fixed on Marisol, Elena licked every drop of Zuri off Marisol’s overheated body. When she finally circled her lips around Marisol and flicked her tongue over her clit, it only took seconds for her orgasm to grab her by the throat.
With Zuri’s whispers in her ear and their hands all over her, she couldn’t stop her greedy body’s reactions. The more they gave her, the more she took. Coming over and over until her vision turned to a myriad of spots and she couldn’t catch her breath.
When Elena finally relented, fangs dancing along her femoral artery, Marisol was trying to regain enough control to ask for her bite.
Before Marisol spoke, Elena looked up at her and asked, “Want to wear it?”She gestured to the strap cutting into her waist.
At the prospect of strapping it on, Marisol’s other desires fled. “Fuck yes,” she managed, when she nearly meant,I think I love you.
Chapter Seven
The Nightof Rites had never been so exciting. Elena hadn’t cared about any of the Rites before, but with Zuri and Marisol at her sides, the Rite of Lilith unexpectedly moved her.
The making of blood daughters was always significant. Always momentous. But there had been something about watching Nia—the boss of the New Mexico cartel wearing the same white linen as her soon-to-be daughter—take the center of the circle created by all the women in attendance. Under the bright moon in Sayah’s rose garden, the night air was alive and sparking with anticipation.
They’d all worn white to mark the occasion. Elena was in trousers and a vest, Zuri in a strapless dress that showed off her mouthwatering cleavage and gorgeous full figure. In the highest heels Elena had ever seen her wear, Marisol was nearly Amazonian in wide-legged, high-waisted pants and a glorified bra.
When one of Nia’s vampires began a wordless song low in her throat and her sisters followed, Elena couldn’t stop the emotion from pricking the back of her eyes. She was taken back to the night her own mother gave her a new life. To the night when she’d been drained to the very brink of death only to bereplenished with her mother’s own blood. To be made truly of her mother’s essence.
And then she was shoved forward to the night she lost her. To when she’d held her limp body in her hands and couldn’t rouse her. When she’d cried and begged and screamed for her to come back. She’d been so young then. So naive in the way only youth can be; so blind to her own lack of experience.
Nia’s daughters, both blood and adopted, carried Nia and their new sister away to keep watch over them. At home, they would have protected them in their helpless state alone. But there, all the vampires in attendance followed like an impenetrable shield. It was a symbol of their unity. Their collective strength.
