Page 51 of Carry Your Debt

“And you—you’re going to put that talented tongue of yours back to work,” I tell Hermes as I prepare to undress myself.

I pause with my fingers teasing the hem of my sleep shirt. The shower I had before crawling into bed had already washed away my concealer. If I take this off now, all my tattoos will be on display.

Dionysus must read the conflict on my face. “Cat’s already out of the bag, doll,” he says softly, down to only his dress pants.

I mean, he’s not wrong. They saw our masks tonight. They witnessed me at Sebastian’s side. If they didn’t believe my claims before, it’s only a matter of time before they’ll be forced to. I nod, lifting it over my head and rolling my shoulders back.

Hermes’s gaze immediately roams over what he can see of my tattoos, wrapping around my upper arms and peeking over my shoulders. It remains assessing until it snags on my dual nipple piercings and his lips part. “Where havethosebeen hiding?”

I let out a small, strained laugh. “Needed to keep everything above the waist covered to stay incognito,” I offer, cutting my eyes to Dio, who tilts his chin down. “But like he said, cat’s out of the bag.”

Hermes nods, but then his eyes drop further, zeroing in on the matching patterns Zeus left along my lower hips. “Are those…bruises?” he asks. There’s nothing but curiosity in his voice, but for some strange reason, I find myself covering the marks with my hands.

I feel oddly protective of them.

“Okay, no more shop talk,” Dio growls, kicking away his boxers. His cock bobs aggressively when he straightens up to his full, keenly muscled, and heavily tattooed height.

I have to bite my lip at the strangled whimper Hermes lets slip at his first eyeful of a completely naked Rhett Orbison. “See? Ruin and damnation, six ways to Sunday.”

For once, D doesn’t stop to indulge my playful teasing. “Alright babygirl, get your cute little ass on the bed. Need you soaking my face.”

Sounds like a plan to me.

“Hey, no, wait! She saidIcould go down on her,” Hermes protests with a whine that I really shouldn’t find so fucking cute.

“I don’t think so, little boy. You can wait your fucking turn, maybe even pick up a few pointers.”

“I don’t need any fucking pointers, I had her screaming on m?—”

“Boys!” I interject loudly with a sharp clap, earning myself a matching pair of sheepish looks. The apples of Hermes’s cheeks are now an adorable shade of pink. Dio scratches the back of his neck.“There is no reason for the two of you to be bickering about something soeasilyresolved.”

I mean, the solution really is that simple. I wait for the lightbulbs to go off.

“Gonna a flip a coin?” Dio jeers. “Fuck that, I’m calling seniority.”

“Honestly, D, I’m disappointed in you,” I chastise. “Use yourotherhead.”

His scowl only deepens, so, with a wide sweep of my hands—and all the airs of an Underworldimperatrix—I generously propose: “You canbothlick my pussy."

“Fuck. Yes,” Hermes moans, at the same time as Dionysus grunts, “Works for me.” Without warning, the Enforcer scoops me up and throws me back onto the bed. I let out a wheeze as Ibounce twice, and as soon as I manage to settle back against the pillows—I sigh, happily.

Work smarter, not harder.

The guys follow closely behind, each of them stalking up the length of my legs like two big cats. When they both reach my thighs, I let them fall open. Two sets of eyes glue themselves to the finger now tracing the neatly trimmed strip leading down to my pussy.

“Hungry?”

“Always said your cunt should count as one of the essential food groups,” Dio muses, propping a cheek onto his fist. He runs his tongue along his lower lip.

“I feel like I should be saying grace first,” Hermes adds, in perfect sync with the eternally charming, shit-talking asshole lying across from him.

Fuck, there’s two of them.

I roll my eyes at them both, but Dionysus isn’t even close to dissuaded. “Amen,” he breathes against my clit before licking a languid stripe over puffy lips—adding to the prominent wetness that’s already in real danger of becoming a permanent state of affairs.

To all the lingerie I’ve loved before.

Before his tongue can even manage a full circuit, it’s joined by Hermes’s eager strokes. At first, he seems happy to follow Dio’s lead, helpfully teasing and caressing. However, it’s not long before the two of them fall into an oral battle for dominance.Their tongues begin to war, each of them expertly slashing and dancing and tangling.

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