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“So polite when you’re after something.” There’s no denying the restraint Flint’s barely holding onto. “You want me to give it to you? Is that what you want?”

“Please!”

Tears edge into her eyes. Flint strokes a hand through the hair at the base of her neck. “Then thank me for letting you use my bare cock.”

“Thank you. Fuck!” She keeps working back against him, fingers sloppy against her clit, ass bouncing with each motion. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, gods, just please give me —”

Flint’s claws dig into the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking good for me.” Then he fucks her faster than Harbinger could muster. Her head dips forward onto Agony’s shoulder, arms slipping out from under her, but Agony keeps her upright. Muttering in her ear, his hand meeting Flint’s buried in her hair, their eyes locked as Harbinger screams toward the peak.

“Let me feel it,” Agony growls. “Everything he’s giving you — I want it all.”

She crashes against Agony’s lips, their moans melding between their mouths as she comes apart. It’s euphoric, emotions ripping through Agony as he curls his tongue against her lips, swallowing her sounds. Kissing her like it’s his last chance.

And then Flint curses. Agony’s eye peeks open enough to catch Flint watching their mouths meld together. Flint grips Harbinger’s hips, claws digging into her skin as he spends himself inside her.

Harbinger can’t form words, panting against Agony’s shoulder, both of them struggling through her release.

“Congratulations.” Agony’s tongue glides along her lips, drawing out her shiver as cum and holy oil drip from where Flint meets her. “You’re sacrilegious.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Harbinger

It’s some time before they leave the Veil Chamber. Prior to this, Harbinger wouldn’t have spent more than a few minutes there, and not by choice. But now, when the water drips off of them, and she gets her wobbly legs under her, the room echoes with quiet laughter.

There’s an accomplished tenderness in all her muscles that accompanies sex with Flint. But now her mouth burns too, blush creeping up her neck when she remembers Agony against it. Dipping his fingers between her thighs, guiding Flint’s hand, that slash of a mouth swallowing her sounds.

She stumbles in the corridor. Two sets of hands catch her waist, Agony’s mouth hovering over her shoulder. “You act like you’ve never been fucked in your death room before.” As they reach the ground level of the Convent and pass the staring banshee students, she realizes she’s grinning.

Once they’re back in the guest quarters, Agony flings himself onto the bed. “How is it you two have fucked me no less than seven times without touching me?” He nuzzles into the pillow. “It’s like being edged for weeks.”

It only takes the lift of Harbinger’s brows to have Flint strip down with her in the shower, angled to keep an eye on Agony. Flint eases her thighs apart, letting the warm water wash away any remnants of him.

“You feel ok?”

“Sore and perfect.” She tilts a smile up to meet him, but it pulls tighter at the ends. They both recognize it. Something’s unfinished…or on the precipice of starting.

“I didn’t have any idea what you went through.” Flint’s talons brush along her clavicle, outlining the bones pressing through her skin. “I wouldn’t have…” He tries to rearrange the words. “I hope you don’t feel like you had to come back here just because we didn’t know what happened.”

She averts her eyes to scrub along her arms. “I don’t.”

“You understand my concern…” His hand closes over hers until she meets his eyes again. “Since it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve suffered for someone else’s sake. Put yourself in danger to get answers for someone.”

Her eyes drop again. Flint returns to soaping her body. She chews the inside of her cheek.

“You know when you live with something for so long, you almost start to believe it’s normal? That you’re exaggerating what it did to you. How it shaped you.”

Flint rinses soap down her arms. “You try so hard to leave it behind, you don’t realize it was on your back all this time, weighing you down.”

“Yes,” she breathes. He runs both hands down her arms, engulfing her biceps with his palms.

“We’ve both been holding onto things while we were trying to ignore them.” He brushes a strand of hair off her shoulder, letting it slip down her back. “Maybe we have to let them exist. Admit they changed us, so we can live without them ruling us. So we can make them light enough to carry.”

Prickling heat presses behind her eyes. Flint goes back to work on her body. Agony’s dark shape lies across the bed, both hands propped beneath his head.

“Didn’t know he could sleep,” Flint chuckles.

“After that?” Harbinger hums into a smile. “Maybe he learned. If he felt a fraction of what I did…” Her toes curl at the memory. “But I wonder if it works the same.”