Page 34 of Inextricably Tied

Even with his injuries, moving her is barely a task, muscles corded through his neck and arms. Her fingers dig into his hair to steady herself against the hypnotizing lock of his eyes. Like she’s a bunch of grapes dangling over his mouth, waiting for him to take a bite.

“Do it, Harbin.” He keeps her legs spread open, face between her thighs, breath ghosting her clit. “Ride my face.”

Her legs wobble at the sight. “I can’t,” she grits through her teeth. Flint won’t accept any excuses.

“You can. Remember your colors?”

She pants, resting her forehead against the wall. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

Her eyes clench shut. “Green is go, yellow is slow, red is stop.”

“Are you green?

“Yes.”

“Then you have to let go.”

The words scrape deep, a heavier meaning that she can’t look at. The bond between them cinches. She curls her fingers against the wall, grinding down toward his mouth.

“You know…”

Agony’s voice jolts through both of them, drawing their attention. Flint doesn’t let her fall.

It almost seems like Agony’s melted. At least, as much as he can while chained to the chair. His eyes stay focused on the portrait before him. Dark flames lick across his head, voice scraping out like he’s swallowed smoke. “Hotel art is an unappreciated medium.”

If she could think of anything but Flint’s tongue, she might laugh. But Flint’s brows knit. Not in annoyance: in competition.

The coil in her stomach notches tighter.

Agony continues, the dark flames atop his head flaring higher. “You can see anything you want in it.”

Flint turns back to Harbinger, brooking any argument. “Ride my fucking mouth.”

Both her hands against the wall, relying wholly on Flint to keep her upright, she sinks down.

“That’s my girl,” Flint murmurs against her clit. “Look how good you ride for me, baby.”

There’s no hiding it. He can see it all with her perched above him. Her breath quivering, legs spread achingly wide, his tusks teasing inside her thighs. His eyes flick up toward her. She sinks lower, dragging against the widest part of Flint’s tongue, smearing over the ribs.

“This, for example…” Agony’s voice curls like a snake. “The flowers.” His tongue slips over his lips. Hot and deadly, making Harbinger’s legs tense. She shouldn’t be thinking about it. Shouldn’t be thinking about him.

“Every petal spread,” he muses. “Could run your fingers over them. Between…”

His voice trails off in a moan the same time Harbinger’s does. Flint laps against her clit until it’s slick enough that she slips down his chin.

“Flint —”

His mouth is excruciating, teasing her clit until it aches. Her nails dig tracks into the wallpaper. Flint doesn’t stop. Not until his tongue buries completely inside, Agony’s panted breaths mixing with hers.

Flint drags her off his mouth, keeping her hovering above him, lips inches from her clit “Whose is it?”

“Yours.”

He presses on her ass, encouraging her to move, to fuck herself against his tongue.

“Like I could…” Agony squirms in the chair when Harbinger whimpers. Flint teases circles against her, letting her use his mouth. Guiding her hips in stirring motions, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, trapped above him.