Page 71 of Inextricably Tied

Flint sucks in a breath, stinging and cold. “Harbin —”

“I don’t want that to be what I remember. This place has taken everything from me.” Fear wells in her eyes when she turns to face them, fighting to pull back from the ledge she’s always racing toward. “I want to take something back.”

She tugs at the buttons on her catsuit, stripping it down over the bones and hollow places of her body, braid unraveling in her hands. “I want you to make me forget all the bad things that happened here.” Every inch of her is lit by thrumming purple light, her carnal hunger as sudden as her confession, wild and alive. “I don’t want to be holy or precious or divine; I want to be desecrated.”

There’s no hiding how Flint’s throat bobs. Where his gaze goes, a red glow over Harbinger’s body, tracing the curve of her hips.

“We have to agree,” she breathes. “All three of us.”

Agony meets Flint’s eyes. There’s a pull in Flint to resist, but he’s been denying for so long. Denying himself. Denying his pain. Denying what Harbinger needs.

They both nod. Harbinger doesn’t wait any longer, following the steps down into the pool until she disappears beneath the water. Flint undoes the buttons of his shirt, working the fabric off his shoulders, illuminated by a sudden yellow light.

Agony doesn’t look away. Not when Flint reaches for his buckle, zipper rasping as he tugs it. He works his trousers down over the wide stretch of his thighs until he’s as bare as both of them. He doesn’t need connection to place the want radiating off of Agony, flames atop his head flaring higher in the darkness. There’s so little space between them, a few feet Flint could close in seconds if he just…

Harbinger surfaces, pulling herself atop the slab, flinching at the memories passing through her skin. The dais is pristine, clinical, no trace of what happened here. An insult to the memory of how much it changed her.

Flint’s wings expand to both sides of the entryway. Harbinger doesn’t hide her desire when he steps down into the water, sinking until he’s up to his hips. Water displaces over the rim of the pool, splashing against Harbinger’s fingers clenching the edge of the slab.

Rivulets of water slip down her body, curving around the edge of her breast. When Flint approaches one of the shorter ends, she presses her foot to his chest and drapes back along the slab. Flint aligns himself, tracing a claw around the curve of her thigh before he grips her hip in one hand. She looks back over her shoulder.

“I want you here.”

Flint lifts his eyes to Agony still on the bank, watching them both like a predator in the darkness. Only once Harbinger hisses does Flint realize his claws have pricked her skin, but she looks no less wanton.

“Please,” she breathes. Want rises in Flint, but Agony doesn’t move. He waits, shadows undulating in the darkness until Flint finally nods.

Agony sinks down into the water, submerged until the ripples on the surface finally still. There’s a moment when Flint wonders if Agony will use this chance to try to pull Flint under, but Agony surfaces behind Harbinger, pulling up onto the slab and dripping water onto her face.

“This close?” he purrs. Droplets slip filthy across her lips. Flint has to bite back a groan when Agony lowers his mouth to hers. Flint doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t want to stop him. Harbinger sucks in a breath — but when his eyes light her entire face, Agony stops himself.

“You can’t have that yet, little death.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Flint

Flint drags his ribbed tongue against Harbinger, large enough to cover her entire cunt. Her eyes roll back, hands gripping for his horns, Agony’s shadows rippling when she clenches.

“You want him to do more?” Agony asks. Flint makes sure she can’t think straight, curving his tongue against her clit, rolling it between his lips until she shudders. Agony rests his chin in his hand, staring down at her like she’s the only one melting into a slick mess. “Then tell him.”

Her body seizes, engulfed by sensation. Flint moves slow. Purposeful. Tusks brushing the juncture of both her thighs, toying with her clit. Agony’s expression is unmoved, but his fingers grip the edge of the slab, shadows shuddering with the movements Flint makes — because Agony can feel them, too.

“I want more,” Harbinger grits. Agony hovers over her, breaths ghosting each other’s mouths as Flint swirls his tongue between her thighs.

“That’s all you’ve got?” Agony clucks. “Not very persuasive.” He turns apathetic eyes up toward Flint. “She wants a little more. Not too much. I don’t think she can take it.”

Harbinger writhes beneath him “You fucking b-”

But Flint stands to his full height, water slipping down his body. Harbinger sucks in a breath when he aligns their hips — before he parts her legs over his thigh.

Agony laughs. Harbinger gapes up at Flint like he’s torturing her, and that brands heat straight into his gut. “What?” He lifts his brows, guiding her to grind against the thick trunk of his thigh. “I thought you wanted more.”

It’s not enough. It’s barely anything, but she’s needy, desperate, teeth digging into her lip as she circles her hips against him. His cock is right there, hard and ready, brushing the outside of her thigh. She reaches for it —

And whimpers when Flint wraps his own fist around it. Both Agony and Harbinger curse, his head falling to hers as they try to compose themselves. Flint mocks the rhythm Harbinger tries to set with her hips, teasing his head with his fist until both she and Agony are captivated.

“This is what you want?” he asks, precum beading on the tip of his dick.