Page 3 of Inextricably Tied

Harbinger’s too exposed in this position. Flint rolls her underneath him, stretching her back out against the seat, his wings struggling to unfold over the headrests. A look passes over her face. Something like awe before her smirk settles. “Knew there was a reason you sprung for the big backseat.”

As if his mind had been anywhere near here when they’d started tracking leads seven years ago. His hand splays against her stomach, engulfing her torso, his rocky gray skin contrasting against the white and black of hers.

All he can do is wind his hips into her. Her boot slips against the glass behind him, hands flying to the door above her head when the skin of her stomach bulges to accommodate him. Her eyes shut on a whimper. “Why is it so hot?”

“Because you like making room for me.” His hips jut against the bottom of her thighs. “You like having me in your stomach. You like your body being half made up of my cock, don’t you?”

The thought makes her moan, leveraging against the door to meet his thrusts, breasts bouncing with the motion. She doesn’t tear her gaze from where their bodies meet. Where she stretches around him. Where he grinds against that spot deep inside her. With every thrust, he fucks out her stilted groans, picking up the pace until he’s the only one who can speak.

“You’d take it if it was even bigger, wouldn’t you?”

Harbinger bites the sleeve of her suit until Flint gets a thumb against her clit. Her hips stutter. Her whimpers heighten. Flint smirks. “‘Cause you’d take anything if it meant you could have this dick. Isn’t that right?”

Shudders rack through her, head craning back against the door as she screams. Waves of her orgasm clench around him, hot and tight, almost enough to send him over the edge with her. He clamps a hand over her mouth, enough to muffle the sounds as his gaze darts to the parking lot.

No one pays the rocking SUV any mind.

Once Harbinger quiets, he pulls his hand back from her ragged breaths. He smooths a touch against her thigh, withdrawing before she digs her heels into his ass.

“Keep going.”

It would be easy to pull out of her grasp…but the warmth of her body is so inviting, windows fogging with their breaths as he runs a claw down her sternum. “I don’t need to —”

Her grip around him tightens. She bolsters up on her elbows with a growl, as if she’s the imposing gargoyle. “If you don’t fuck me ‘til you come —”

It’s enough for laughter to rumble out of his chest. Then he delves in deep again, pressing a moan out of them both. The SUV shifts on its wheels with each thrust. A blissful grin slips across Harbin’s face, fingers trailing through the condensation on the glass. “You’re rocking this whole fucking car.”

Flint doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow, dragging out completely before he’s buried again, and Harbinger’s strangled curses stifle under the low rumble of his voice. “You wanted it deep, didn’t you?”

It’s filthy, her pussy spreading over him, his cock slick with her desire. She reaches between her legs, but he pins her hand back against the door. “You want to come again?” A claw retracts on one of his fingers, circling her clit. “Greedy little thing.” There’s no hiding the softness in his voice, but he presses her further, working into her in time with his circles. “Tell me.”

She squirms in his grip until his motions tighten to that perfect rhythm. Her body strains to reach for him. “Yes, I’m fucking greedy, I want it — fucking deeper.”

A smile breaks across his lips. “That’s my fucking girl.” He hardly has to ask before she’s arching, helpless, needy. “Then give me another one.”

Only like this can he get her compliant. Open. Willing to do as he asks. To let him direct her, protect her, to squeeze out her lawlessness until she’s a puddle beneath him.

All that chaos ricocheting inside her as he swallows her moans, her fingers digging into his shoulder. His tail coils around her leg, and she clenches around him.

“Yes, fucking — use your tail. Wrap it around me.”

There’s temptation to let go, to give her exactly what she’s asking for, but it’s too dangerous. He can’t. Not when he could lose control. When the mace shape sprouting from the end of his tail could hurt her…or worse.

When he retracts it, she groans her frustration, but he doesn’t stop rolling into her. Dragging their bodies together, beating hearts and staggered breaths filling the space. “Come on.” His teeth scrape her neck. “Do it again for me. Come again, baby. Give me another one.”

Now, he lets loose on the hold he has around his emotions. When she’s so strung out on desire, he can let everything else slip into her, too: his devotion and doubt and desperation. All the things he tries to keep buried, pouring out of him and into her.

It’s a flood of him delving inside her, and he can tell when it hits. When her eyes widen, neck arching, body writhing beneath him as she comes apart again.

That’s what pushes him over. Her fingers curling in the back of his hair, mindless words passed from her mouth to his. He rocks in deep, buried between her thighs when his release takes him, his low growl vibrating up the column of her throat.

The SUV stills. Sweat plasters them both together. A tiny laugh bubbles out of her, stray hairs clinging to her face over the warm blood in her cheeks. “I have a feeling the OID is gonna know why we’re late.”

“I told you…” Flint pulls slowly out of her, both of them groaning at the loss before he ties off the condom. “I’m gonna tell them exactly why we had to stop.”

His lips tug up past his tusks as she nudges him with her boot, resecuring the buttons on her catsuit. Flint works himself back into his slacks, shifting up off the seat, pants pulled taut against his thighs as he tucks in his button-down.

Harbinger moves up to her knees, draping arms over his shoulders. “I think you needed that even more than me.”