Page 63 of Carry Your Debt

I press down harder, stifling a groan.

“No outfit’s complete without them,” she replies airily, pulling a small leather case from her pleated skirt and flipping it open.

Lock picks.

Fuck. Gonna need to start updating our wedding vision boards again soon.

As soon as he takes in her kit, Apollo immediately pushes to his feet, eating up the distance between them in just a few careful strides. He takes a moment to match Hades’s glare, staring her down.

Then he’s grabbing her by the ponytail and yanking her to her feet.

No claws come out. All I see is a pair of pursed lips and the answering flare of arousal in her eyes. The latter has me biting down hard on my lip in excitement, though it doesn’t surprise me in the least.

We already knew she liked being hunted down like prey and fucked into the dirt—whywouldn’tshe enjoy a little manhandling?

I’m fully expecting Apollo to start bodily dragging her to the front door, so imagine my delight when he continues on through the doorway to his bedroom instead.

I yelp, scrambling to my feet and chasing after them.

Apollo. Bedroom. Sheets.Cannotfucking miss this.

As soon as I’m safely past the threshold, Hades steps in behind me, pulling the door shut. He makes a beeline toward the mostly empty desk, gingerly taking a seat on its surface.

I blink.

Today’s just full of fucking surprises.

I’m still wondering if I shouldn’t be finding my phone and texting Ares to get his ass straight home, when Apollo shoves our girl directly onto the pristinely made bed. She drops down on her ass, bouncing a little and raising her eyebrows.

“What do you have in mind?” she asks, voice husky. She doesn’t skip a beat and that’s another thing I love. When it comes to hooking up, she doesn’t seem to balk—she’ll go in blindly.

Just got to get her to go all in on the rest of it, too.

“Lie down on your back, head off the end,” Apollo twirls his finger, instructing her into place like the bedroom drill sergeant he is. His expression is slightly pinched, and I swear he’s trying not to glare at all the new creases in his duvet.

Sabine immediately lifts her legs, spinning around to get into position, and only further roughing up the bedclothes. Luckily, his attention’s quickly diverted by a flash of emerald green lace from beneath her uniform’s hemline.

And now that I’m looking for it, I see there’s the hint of a matching bra underneath her white Academy-issued blouse.

Know what shiny goodiesthat’sbeen hiding now, too.

Apollo doesn’t turn from the bed, just holds his hand out behind him, gesturing me forward. “I think it’s Lake’s turn to punish that mouth, don’t you?”

I jerk forward like someone’s yanked on my strings.

“I’m almost sorry I’m not wearing any lipstick today,” she says with a wink, a mocking tilt to her lips now.

Her words manage to tease out a low, amused grunt from my brother and a muttered curse from me. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any fucking harder—now I’m conjuring up another image of her leaving that cherry-red lipstick kiss at the base of Apollo’s dick.

Fuck.

When Sabine flicks her eyes across to the desk, her brows pulling together at something that she sees there, Apollo immediately sidesteps, shielding Hades from her line of sight.

I completely getwhyApollo feels the urge to protect him, but for me, the fact Hades entered the roomwillinglyspeaks volumes.Beneath that thorny shell, he wants her just as badly as the rest of us.

He’s just not ready.

“No. He won't be joining us,” Apollo starts, defensively. “He—” he pauses then, cutting his gaze toward the silent figure still perched on the desk. Choosing his next words carefully, so as not to expose those deep, invisible scars. “He prefers to watch.”

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