Page 49 of Blood from the Marrow (Lilith’s Legacy #2)
“You might want to get that one wet too… unless you want it to hurt,” Marisol said with borrowed confidence, gesturing to Zuri standing at the foot of the bed and inches from Elena.
This time it was Zuri who cursed. Looking down at Elena, Zuri combed her damp hair away from her face when Elena turned her head toward her.
Marisol bit the inside of her cheek, but she couldn’t suppress her groan when Elena opened her mouth again.
When she put one hand on Zuri’s hip to bring her closer.
Reading her mind, Elena snaked her free hand over her own body. Elena took her time, knowing that Marisol and Zuri were riveted. She teased one nipple and then the other, moaning with Zuri’s strap in her mouth and back arching off the bed.
Marisol let Elena put on a show. Let her writhe and groan until she parted her thighs. Until she was glistening with desire and her hand was skimming down her trembling belly. She caught Elena by the wrist before she could relieve the pressure.
“Did you forget this is your punishment?” Marisol asked, knowing damn well Elena had.
Elena’s fingers curled into a fist, but she didn’t struggle against her hold. Marisol rewarded her by running the tip of her strap over her clit. This time, when Elena’s back arched off the bed, it wasn’t performative.
Holding Elena’s wrist with one hand and guiding the strap with the other, Marisol dipped into Elena’s entrance to gather her arousal. Moving too slowly and too lightly, Marisol spread it everywhere.
“Open wider,” she said, looking up to find both Zuri and Elena entranced by her actions. The thrill of their captured attention spurred her on.
With one knee on the bed, Marisol pushed Elena’s leg back.
While they watched, Marisol glided the underside of the strap over Elena’s wet center.
Swaying her hips, Marisol set an agonizingly slow pace.
She let Elena grind against her strap, knowing it wasn’t nearly enough pressure to do anything but drive her crazy.
Marisol shifted her gaze to Zuri. “Come here.” She grinned at Elena. “Better hope you got it wet enough.”
Elena cursed, hips digging into the bed before they bucked, desperate to steal the release Marisol hadn’t granted. When Zuri was closer, Marisol pulled her in and kissed her. Kissed her to claim her with lips and tongue and breath and teeth. Kissed her to show her she was hers.
A disoriented, “Fuck, Bambi,” was all Zuri could manage when Marisol let her go. And then Marisol was moving Zuri closer so they could switch places.
Chest pressed to Zuri’s back, Marisol kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around her to take her breasts with both hands while she kissed her harder. Hard enough to mark her shoulder. To make her tip her head back and groan.
The sound of Elena’s breathy curse dragged Marisol’s attention away from Zuri’s body. At the sight of Elena’s elegant fingers moving between her thighs, Marisol bit Zuri harder. She let Elena continue until her chest was flushed and her bent legs were shaking.
“Stop,” Marisol said, voice deep and clear.
Elena’s eyes were black when she looked up at her. Jaw clenched so tight, Marisol was sure she could snap bones with her bite. With a fanged sneer, Elena gripped the sheets with both hands.
“I think you’re starting to understand just how much trouble you’re in,” Marisol taunted.
Running one hand down Zuri’s belly, Marisol grabbed Zuri’s strap. She slapped it hard against Elena’s clit causing her to shoot half off the bed. Dragging it lower, she pressed the tip to Elena’s entrance.
“Hold it there,” Marisol muttered against the shell of Zuri’s ear. “She’s not coming off the edge without permission. Not until she begs for it very politely.”
Zuri cursed, hips swinging back against Marisol. Drunk on the moment, Marisol stepped away long enough to grab the little bottle of lube she’d stored in the nightstand. When she slipped in behind Zuri again, Elena was glaring at her even as she obeyed.
Marisol coated two fingers in lube and grabbed the strap of Zuri’s harness that followed the curve of her perfect ass. Leaning forward, Zuri propped her knee on the bed and gave Marisol access. As soon as her fingers slipped inside without resistance, Zuri dropped her head and cursed.
Ready for her, Zuri threw her hips back, swallowing Marisol’s fingers to the knuckles. Marisol pulled out, gaze locked with Elena’s when she licked Zuri’s addictive essence off her fingers.
Elena cursed, but her stubborn lips didn’t say please.
Deciding she was going to win this battle of wills, Marisol gripped Zuri’s strap again. She used it to tease Elena’s entrance while she guided the tip of her own strap into Zuri.
She moved slowly inside Zuri, an inch at a time while she adjusted. The moment she was all the way in, Zuri exhaled. Rocking slowly, Zuri was so hot Marisol almost dropped the game. Almost gave in to her desire to see Zuri and Elena writhing with satisfaction.
But then Elena’s dark eyes were on her again and Marisol remembered that the wait would make it so much better.
“Am I in too deep, baby?” Marisol asked, tone sweet, even though she knew the answer.
“No,” Zuri sighed. “That feels so good.”
Both hands on Zuri’s hips to keep her still, to keep her from accidentally slipping inside Elena, Marisol leaned back. Giving Zuri what she knew Elena needed, she pulled all the way out only to thrust completely inside of her.
Zuri and Elena cursed in unison, but it was Elena who tore holes in the sheets. Panting, Elena gritted her teeth and watched helplessly while Marisol plunged into Zuri over and over.
Digging further into the mattress, Elena tore through the fabric, exposing its cotton and foam filling. She was a loaded gun ready to fire, and all she had to utter was a single syllable to get what she wanted.
On one elbow, Zuri reached between herself and Elena. She pulled her strap out and let it glide over Elena’s clit to the rhythm of Marisol’s thrusting.
“I bet you’re dripping,” Marisol teased, back muscles tightening and thighs burning as she set a punishing pace that made Zuri crumble forward. “All you have to say is please, baby,” she offered so reasonably. It was such a small thing.
Elena released the shredded mattress and grabbed Zuri’s hips. Attention locked on Marisol, she urged her to go faster. Whispering words of encouragement, she told Zuri how incredibly good she looked. Groaning, she begged Zuri to drip all over her.
Legs weakening, it took all of Marisol’s self-control not to break. Not to concede that Elena was much better at this game than she could ever be.
“Don’t slow down, Bambi,” Zuri panted before kissing Elena.
Desire was an unstoppable ache slamming into Marisol’s unprepared body. She’d never grow tired of watching them together. Never stop getting turned on by the way they touched each other. By the unbelievable fact that they were hers.
Zuri was riding the very edge of an orgasm and Marisol’s muscles were on the verge of failing her when Elena finally tossed her head back and managed a strangled, “Please.”
Wanting it as much as Elena did, Marisol slowed her pace. Without waiting for Zuri, she slipped her hand between their sweaty bodies and found the base of Zuri’s strap. The moment she found Elena’s soaked entrance, the strap slid inside of her.
When Zuri straightened, Marisol stopped thrusting inside of her. She watched, transfixed and dying from desire, while Zuri grabbed the backs of Elena’s legs. While Elena threw her head back in a silent scream and arched off the bed.
Every time Zuri thrust forward into Elena, Marisol held her trembling breath. Every time Zuri swung her hips back and made half of Marisol’s strap disappear inside of her, she cursed.
“Tell her you want it,” Marisol rasped.
“I want it,” Elena whined, voice hoarse, and Marisol was sure she and Zuri were going to unravel together.
“Beg until I believe you need it,” Marisol demanded, throat dry and her own body on the edge just from watching.
“Please,” Elena managed before devolving into an incoherent string of pleading.
“Tell me you need me,” Marisol panted, orgasm on the verge of dragging her under.
“I need you—fuck,” Elena replied through gritted teeth.
“Tell me you need me,” Marisol repeated, legs trembling. She made a fist in Zuri’s hair and pulled her back. “Tell me.”
“I need you, baby,” Zuri managed.
Marisol unraveled first, hanging on to her ability to stand by a miracle.
Clinging to Zuri’s hips, she slammed into her hard before she stiffened.
The contact with the strap’s base combined with Zuri grinding was enough to end her.
And then Zuri was cursing and Elena was trembling while she muttered a faint, “Thank you.”
Chest burning, Marisol landed on the bed, mattress guts stuck to her sweaty leg. Zuri rolled into her, and then Elena was reaching for her too. It was only when Elena climbed on the other side of her, when Elena whispered she loved her and held her close, that Marisol burst into tears.
Throat raw and body exhausted, Marisol let go of all the fear and regret and doubt that had been holding her captive. She let herself be small, pressed between Elena and Zuri. Let herself sob without feeling stupid.