Page 32 of Inextricably Tied

But a toy is nothing compared to the real thing. The distinct line of Flint’s arousal shows through his sweats, and she salivates at the thought of getting him in her mouth again.

Agony’s fists clench against the arms of the chair. Flint catches it with a smirk before he shows Harbinger where he wants her.

“Oh, come on,” she scoffs.

But Flint isn’t joking, tapping a half-bandaged claw against the headboard.

Her arms fold across her chest. “We don’t have the best history with headboards.”

Flint looks wicked. “I’d argue we have the best fucking history.”

That brash audacity makes her knees weak, one hand skirting out to steady her on the TV stand. Gripping the dildo around the shaft, she holds Flint’s gaze as she steps up onto the bed. Doesn’t matter that he’s sitting, his face barely a foot below hers. She’s the one trembling when he instructs her.

“Get it wet. I want it sloppy. I want to hear every time you take it.”

She clicks open the lube, drizzling it over the length of the toy. Once it’s slick in her hands, she slams the suction cup against the headboard right next to Flint’s ear.

He gives a flick of his brow.

She’ll have to do more than that to get to him. One of her fists twists over the toy’s massive girth before she adds her other hand, stroking with her palms v’d underneath. Just the way he likes.

But Flint doesn’t look at what her hands do. Doesn’t pull his gaze away from hers until she drags her sloppy fingers between her thighs.

“Wet enough?”

His smirk stirs her stomach. “You tell me.”

The toy hangs deliciously heavy from the headboard, dripping and ready. The thought of Flint like that makes her clamp her teeth. “Can’t you just fuck me?”

“No.”

Bastard. He’s enjoying this too much. He tilts his head toward the toy.

“Now show me. Show me why I should take that pussy next time. Why I should give it exactly what it’s begging for.” The heat of his eyes bores straight between her thighs. “Why I should remind you that it’s mine.”

A strangled sound comes from Agony. Harbinger glances between them, afraid the reminder of his presence will ruin the moment. But there’s a smug set to Flint’s mouth, the kind that tightens the lines in Harbinger’s body. The kind that makes her want to smear that mouth between her thighs and beg exactly like Flint said she would.

“All right over there?” Flint asks.

Ever casual, Agony hums his assent, but he’s straining. Warring with the same tension in his body as Flint’s emotions surface into Harbinger. Restraint, jealousy, possession blooming deep in her stomach. “Now,” Flint turns back to her. “Fuck it.”

There’s only one way to follow his orders when the toy is this close to him. A way that requires her ass against the headboard, draping a thigh over Flint’s shoulder as she works back. A glory hole without the hole, with Flint acting as the wall.

He planned this.

Fucker.

But she won’t back down. Not when Flint’s finally dipping into this delicious pool of playing fast and loose. Harbinger turns her back to the wall to match him, but Flint’s not done giving orders.

“Take your suit down to your knees. Don’t take it off.”

Her gaze cuts to Agony. From this angle, he can make her out in his periphery, eyes twitching toward her.

She could move. Press back against the headboard, take herself out of his line of sight, but heat coils in her at the thought of stripping down out of his reach. Of toying with the mysterious creature she can’t understand. Of teasing the person that drives Flint mad. Of playing with fire.

And then, Flint’s voice snaps, making both of them jolt.

“Keeping your eyes on the wall?”