Page 31 of Inextricably Tied

“Then all you have to do is listen.” His head tilts, finger trailing over her bare skin, leaving a scorching path. “Is that so hard?”

It’s pitiful how she nods. Forcing her fingers to a glacial pace, doing nothing more than teasing. That’s exactly what Flint wants, and she hates to admit he’s right. That all he needs are soft, well-placed words to have her desperate to do exactly as he says.

“That’s right, baby.”

Everything about him is big, a shield against anything they might encounter. But like this, his body is luxurious, letting her stretch and strain against him, laid out across his chest and draped over his thigh.

As close as she can get.

His hand still cradles her throat, keeping her head from lolling back. Agony does the same in the corner of her eye, head resting back against the chair as he focuses on the ceiling.

He looks tense. Twisted tight, like the sounds of Flint and Harbinger are doing things to him.

But right now, all that’s coming out of Harbinger are squeals of frustration. “Come on…”

“I said slow.”

“I’m not moving my finger.” She finds her loophole, keeping her wrist locked in place as she winds her hips toward it. Flint’s unamused, but a light flicks into his eyes. Harbinger already aches with regret.

“I guess I can’t blame you.” He brushes back a strand of her hair. She wants to beg for mercy. “Got to take whatever you can get, huh? Since you don’t get to be filled.”

Fuck, she hates it. Craving the wholesome stretch that comes from Flint working himself inside her. Making room for himself between her legs, in the back of her throat, never as rough and reckless as she wants. Always careful, even when he’s splitting her open. It makes her body burn.

“But I could…” She reaches between his legs where she knows he’s hard, but he stops her wrist with a click of his tongue.

“No, you can’t. You want me to rest, right?”

Fuck her logic. Fuck her trying to be reasonable. She wants his dick, and she wants it now. But he’s intent on torturing her tonight, guiding her hand back between her legs, drawing circles with her finger at her entrance.

His hand withdraws from her neck. “You can have one finger inside.”

She slumps forward, cursing into his shoulder. As if that’s close to what she needs. As if it’s a gift and not an unbearable tease. Still, she sinks over her middle finger, muttering beneath her breath. “It feels like nothing.”

Flint’s laugh rumbles beneath her. “I doubt that very much. You’ve been spoiled getting this dick whenever you want.” He tilts her chin up with a talon. “Haven’t you?”

TEN

Harbinger

Flint’s simper makes her squirm, a lash of meanness that she laps up every time he gives it to her. Unpredictable, a contrast to every other way he speaks to her. Now he’s pitying, mocking in the sweetest way.

“Maybe I should save my cock for special occasions. Is that what you need me to do?”

Her hips jerk against her paltry finger, slotting another inside as she groans. “Please don’t take it away.”

“But I have to, Harbinger.” Flint reaches between her legs to withdraw her second finger. “Because you hate listening to the rules. You always want to break them. You have to learn to be patient. To have some restraint.”

She drags her teeth into his shoulder and earns a sound in response. “You’re actually fucking killing me.”

“I would never do that to you.” His lips press soft and sweet to the crown of her head while he tortures her to the edge of sanity. “But we have to see if you can follow the rules. If you show me you can tonight, maybe I’ll give it back to you next time.”

She groans, pitching backward, nearly toppling off his lap. Flint keeps a hand around her waist.

“Get your lube. And a toy.” His lip twitches. “Pick whichever you want, but I have a feeling I know which.”

He eases her off of him, and she trips on her own shaky legs, stumbling down to her knees by her suitcase. The orc dildo’s not as big as Flint, but given the years she spent unable to touch anyone else, she got a lot of use from it. It should have been a hint to where her head was at when she ordered the largest model they had four years ago.

There wasn’t a gargoyle replica back then. Flint’s grin has been insufferable since she confessed that she’d checked.