Page 73 of Inextricably Tied

Harbinger stifles a laugh. “Don’t make his head any bigger.”

There’s the smallest lift of Flint’s lips, gripping her thigh to pull her closer, pumping his hips into their hands. “You’d still take it.”

Agony and Harbinger clench their fists tighter when they groan, ragged breaths slipping past their lips. Flint’s eyes glow like a poker. Then Harbinger guides Agony’s fingers between her thighs, glancing between the two men as he slips against her center.

Agony’s voice is rocky, gaze following his fingers. “That’s not what good little acolytes do.” Harbinger tilts her mouth toward his, using his fingers to circle her clit.

“Have to make sure it’s wet enough.” Her breath hitches dangerously close to Agony’s mouth. “Right?”

Shadows dip between the skeletal pattern of Harbinger’s skin. The spring in Flint’s stomach coils tighter. When he lifts his gaze, Harbinger’s watching him.

“Have to,” he rasps. Agony keeps his eyes on Flint, trailing his hand lower, circling Harbinger before he dips one finger inside.

She gasps, gripping his wrist, clenching her other hand around Flint’s cock as her hips rock to take Agony deeper. All three of them fill the same space, so close they’re sharing air. So close they could —

“Now behave,” Agony murmurs against her temple. With a final glance toward Flint, Agony withdraws, pulling back to hover behind Harbinger’s shoulder.

Harbinger doesn’t pull her eyes from Flint. Like she knows something, sees something, feels something through their connection. Flint won’t acknowledge it, easing her back against the slab. Everything between her thighs is slick. Flint doesn’t waste it, rutting his cock between Harbinger’s folds but never inside.

“Come on,” she whines. He drags the ridge of his head against her clit, over and over, until she squeals.

“Don’t think you’re wet enough yet,” he teases.

“I fucking beg to differ.” She grinds her desire along the bottom of Flint’s shaft, but he doesn’t give in. Instead, he finds Agony’s eyes behind her. Somehow, Agony knows, reaching for the pitcher of oil and tilting it over Harbinger’s chest. Drizzling over her breasts, oil slipping into the hollow of her throat, dripping down her ribs.

Oil pools on her stomach, and Flint massages it up her thighs as Agony does the same with her shoulders. Her eyes shut, and finally, she gives into them kneading memories out of her muscles. Working down her calves and biceps until she’s wet enough to reflect the small bit of light in the room, skin awash with purple and the vibrant mixture of Flint’s and Agony’s eyes mingling over her like they’ve painted this masterpiece.

Flint’s hand spreads across her stomach. “That’s so nice, baby. Now you’re wet enough for me.”

He notches himself against her, biting back a sound at the first stretch of her over his head.

It ignites in her. Hot and fast, like matches and gasoline, both Agony and Harbinger groaning at the contact. The first time there’s nothing but Harbinger wrapping around Flint’s cock, no barrier to help him keep a hold of his emotions. Every feeling flows between them, Flint’s arousal flaring bright as it spills into Harbinger and further into Agony.

She tries to get closer. To take all of him at once, but Flint digs his claws into the rock beneath her when he cages her stomach.

“Look at him.” Agony guides her eyes to Flint with hands on her cheeks. “He wants to watch you the first time.”

When Harbinger meets his eyes, something greater than desire swells in Flint. He sinks deeper, enough to make her gasp, eyes rolling back. It’s the first time they’ve been this close. The first time his bare cock is buried inside her, enough to make her tremble.

She slips through the oil on the slab, reaching back for Agony as Flint pauses to let her get her bearings. She can’t keep her mouth closed, pulling Agony closer when her fingers find her clit. “Green, green, green, yeah, green!”

Flint’s halfway inside her, but the oil and her desire have him sinking until his hips rut up against her. Until she tightens her thighs to keep him there. “So fucking good,” she moans. Already, she works herself against him, the bulge in her stomach visible when she twirls her hips.

“Take your time with it.” Flint tries to think past the wet heat wrapped around him, letting Harbinger grow bolder, pulling back as much as she can before she takes him completely again. “That’s it. That’s what I want, baby.”

He could watch her like this for hours, bathing in both their pleasure, worshiping her body…but he remembers what they said.

I don’t want to be holy or precious or divine.

You can be as mean as she’s begging you to be. Promise she’ll think you’re a saint.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.”

Harbinger does as Flint asks. He grips beneath her waist, flipping her until she’s on her hands and knees, bracing herself against the ridge of the slab. Agony floats in the water before them, eyes following Flint’s fingers as they grip into Harbinger’s hair. As his arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back up against his chest until he can murmur against her throat.

“You know I won’t let you fall, yeah?” His tusks scrape her neck. “So take it from me; that’s how you’re gonna be good for me. I’m not gonna fuck you with it —”

She whines. Flint’s fist tightens in her hair.