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Behind her, Zuri unfastened her bra while Elena kissed her. Kissed her harder than she had ever been kissed before. Kissed her like she was marking her lips. Like she was leaving an invisible brand. Staking a claim. Owning her in a way she had no idea she wanted to be possessed. The act was nearly animalistic, complete and resolute and annihilating her inhibitions.

“You’re too dressed,” Marisol growled, voice too low to be hers.

Elena’s eyes flashed and, in a heart stopping moment, she pulled off her clothes. Body lithe and strong, Elena held herself out with obvious pride, openly relishing the way Marisol licked her lips to return the moisture to her mouth while she gawked.

“Her ego is already fucking unbearable,” Zuri said, voice soft and landing on the back of Marisol’s ear before she wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Don’t ever tell her how hot she is,” she whispered more than loud enough for Elena to hear before pressing a kiss to Marisol’s shoulder blade.

“Oh, don’t you worry, baby.” Elena’s voice was melting honey dripping over Marisol’s overheated skin. “You can never hide the effect I have on you.” She closed the gap between them before her gaze flicked to Marisol. “Neither of you.”

Elena kissed her, hot and hungry, while Zuri ran her open palms down her trembling stomach. Pressed between them, Marisol wished she could touch them both at once. That she could devour them the way she wanted to, but was too overwhelmed and too unsure.

“Are you sensitive?” Zuri slid one hand up her ribcage and over her breast. When she floated her fingertips over her hard nipple, Marisol responded with a moan into Elena’s kiss.

“Is that a yes?” Zuri bit into the back of Marisol’s neck, forcing her to break Elena’s kiss to gasp.

“Yes,” she admitted, heart racing too fast for her to catch her breath.

“How sensitive?” Zuri asked, her free hand finding her other nipple. By the way she asked, it was obvious she already knew the answer.

“Very sensitive,” Marisol confessed, eyes closed. The desire pooling low in her belly made everything feel unbearably good.

Leaning away but keeping her hands around Marisol’s waist, Elena watched Zuri tease Marisol’s hard nipples. Bottom lip between her teeth, she made a sound deep in her throat. It set off an ancient warning in Marisol’s body, but she couldn’t shrink away from the predator in the shadows. She needed to run headlong toward danger. To tame it.

While touching her, Zuri muttered the quietest curse and Marisol’s eyes slammed shut again. Each roll of Zuri’s fingers was a tidal wave of desire punishing her. Elena’s tongue, flat against her throat before scraping her with her fangs, threatened her balance, but Zuri was steady behind her.

“Enough fucking around,” Elena decided a heartbeat before she was tossing Marisol on the bed like she was weightless.

Landing with a bounce, Marisol sat up on her elbows to watch Elena climb onto the foot of the bed while Zuri laid next to her. Body soft and so right, Zuri propped her head up and molded herself to Marisol’s side.

“How do you like to come?” Zuri whispered against Marisol’s parted lips, holding herself just far enough away that she had to strain her neck to catch her kiss.

Entire body flushing with color Marisol wished she could control, she swallowed hard. What kind of question was that? How many ways could there be?

Elena’s hips slipping between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, made it impossible to remember the question. More than anything, she wanted to feel her on her body. Wanted Elena to own every inch of her the way she’d taken her mouth.

Elena claimed her lips as she pressed into Marisol. Every time the lethal points of her fangs grazed her, it pushed the ache in her body into new territory. Her hard kiss and Zuri’s soft touch were the only things she ever wanted to feel. How could a single person ever compete with this?

Searing a trail over her neck and down her chest, Elena was running her tongue down to her navel when Zuri grabbed Marisol’s jaw and pointed her face at her. “You didn’t answer me and I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”

The sharp tone pushed her desire to pound harder. What the hell was happening to her?

As Elena trailed hot open mouth kisses along her inner thigh, Marisol managed a pained, breathless: “Slowly.”

Zuri moistened her lips before she kissed her. Slow, commanding. As if they’d coordinated the attack to break her, Elena lips brushed her clit just as Zuri deepened their kiss.

It was too much. Balling the sheets in her fists, Marisol had to pull herself back. Had to get a handle on herself before she let herself start an embarrassingly quick orgasm.

“Shit,” she moaned when Zuri left her mouth and took her stiff nipple between her lips.

Dizzy, Marisol forced her eyes open, but she still couldn’t believe this was really happening. Tossing her head back, she arched into Zuri’s mouth while reaching down to tangle her fingers in Elena’s wavy hair.

Zuri, her mouth still agonizingly gentle, swirled Marisol’s aching nipple using the same slow pace as Elena’s tongue. When Marisol was sure she wouldn’t survive them, Zuri’s hand found Marisol’s in Elena’s hair.

Instead of intertwining their fingers like Marisol expected, Zuri made a fist. Elena’s groan straight into Marisol’s body made her gasp. And then Zuri was in control. With nothing but the flick of her wrist, she was changing Elena’s tactic. Withdrawing her tongue, Elena wrapped her lips around her sensitive clit and sucked.

“Fuck,” Marisol cried, back arching off the bed, but Zuri’s palm on her chest shoved her back down with so much force that it snatched the air from her lungs.

Zuri found Marisol’s nipple with her thumb and kissed her mouth so hard, Marisol was shoved out of her body. The kiss wasn’t deep enough, wasn’t hard enough.