Page 121 of Inextricably Tied

“Let me take care of you.” Both of you. Agony eyes lock on Flint’s, branding him with intention. “I don’t want anything but this. I don’t dream of anything but you.”

Flint surges up toward them, holding them in place with his tail until they’re both grinding down into his lap. Harbinger’s a mess of gasps, stammering against Flint’s mouth, fighting and failing to find words.

“Go on, baby. Tell us. Tell your men.” His mockery is pure heat. “I know it’s good.”

She clenches around both of them, helpless against Flint’s lips. Agony grips her chin, turning her toward him, her expression exposed. “You want to come again? Yeah? Show us how badly. Show us how much you fucking need it.”

It’s a demand for more. More than this world allows, a way for all of them to be melted down and melded together until there’s no prying them apart again. Harbinger’s delirious, gripping back for Agony’s shadows, whimpering where she clutches Flint’s shoulders. Her legs quiver when Agony pumps them both into her, gripping her hair and arching her back so they can sink deeper.

“There you go. Good girl.” He presses kisses to her forehead as she spirals under pleasure. “Give it to us just like that.”

Flint’s never seen Harbinger like this: mindless, wild, free. And he’s never seen Agony so desperate to be close, to be a part of something. A part of this.

Their scattered breaths are all Flint can hear when he pulls Agony in, too frantic to do anything but drag together, desire ripping through them as they race toward the peak.

Their mouths collide, filthy and open, moans binding together. Flint doesn’t stop his fingers against Harbinger’s clit as Agony quivers.

“You’re about to come all over Daddy’s dick, aren’t you?” Every rush of want pulses through them when they both clench around his cock. “Go ahead.” Flint soothes their whimpers, tightening his tail until they can’t get any closer. “Make a mess for me.”

Harbinger tries, filled to the brim with them both buried inside her. Flint’s tail and Agony’s shadows cross over her chest, her throat, her clit, grinding her against them. They’re shivering and sweat-slick as they thrust together, slow rolls so decadent and sinful, moving in perfect sync.

Groans splice every sound until Flint pulls them both into a kiss. Raw and messy and real, just like this. Release rushes through him faster than ever, crashing and overlapping and colliding as they all shatter together.

Shadows surge, spilling over the bed, engulfing the room in darkness. It coats the walls, the windows, the floor, until the only things left illuminated are Flint and Harbinger’s awed faces.

There’s no part of them that doesn’t touch. Legs and tendrils and hair draped over each other, air shared between their lungs. Even when they finally pull apart, they’re closer than they’ve ever been, inextricably tied to one another.

EPILOGUE

Agony

“No fucking way.”

Agony flourishes the newspaper onto the table as Flint adjusts his glasses. “Wow.”

Harbinger steps out of the bathroom, naked and dripping save for the towel around her hair. Shadows whip toward her thighs, and she smacks them away, leaning over Flint’s shoulder as he reads.

“‘The Orena Investigative Division has been disbanded after twenty-one counts of criminal negligence and misconduct.’”

Agony sidles up behind Harbinger, pressing his mouth against the droplets on her neck to listen to them sizzle.

“Holy shit.” She squeezes Agony’s arms tighter around her stomach. “I didn’t think they’d get charged with anything.”

“Evie’s testimony was a big factor.” Flint looks up at her. “And yours.”

His smile makes the coil in Agony’s stomach tighter, but Harbinger sighs. “They’re not the only organization like that, though. There are still others.”

Agony lifts her over his shoulder, tilting her onto the bed where he chases her breathless laughter. “Not the only one…” He laps at the water collecting against her sternum. “But they’re the first to go.”

She squirms against him with a grin, but Agony wrestles her into submission.

“If you two keep that up,” Flint flicks to the next page, “we’re not gonna leave on time.”

“Oh, Mr. Killjoy,” Agony’s mouth drags down Harbinger’s stomach until he settles between her thighs. She wastes no time hooking them over his shoulders. When Flint’s eyes slip to them behind the frames of his glasses, Agony pouts. “We’ll be so much faster if you help.”

The warmth of Agony’s tongue finds Harbinger’s clit until she groans, and that telltale muscle in Flint’s jaw flexes. She grips the top of Agony’s head, rocking against his mouth.

“Because if you don’t help…” Agony swirls his tongue in slow circles until Harbinger’s heels dig into his back. “I’m gonna tease her. And you don’t want a keyed-up, deprived Harbinger riding shotgun for the next four hours, do you?”