Page 62 of Carry Your Debt

Of nails clawing into powerfully corded thighs while the same thickly veined cock bruises my eager throat in much the same way.

Just try and forget us twice, I fucking dare you.

Our orgasms crest at the exact same moment.

Eyes wide, I clamp a palm across my mouth, catching the desperate, straining wheeze before it can betray me. Right as Apollo’s hips stutter and he shoves Hermes’s nose flush against his pelvis with a grunted, “Swallow.”

The entiretableau vivantis now so deeply burned into my retinas that it’s earned its rightful place as one of the single hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. It’ll be damn near impossible to top this moment.

I’m still kneeling, my fingers still buried two knuckles deep, when the next low, raspy words I hear are—“Find what you were looking for?”

Well,well, well.

If it isn’t our naughty little Goldilocks, caught sneaking in to play in our beds while the cats were away.

Wait—are we the cats, or the bears?

No,cats.Definitely cats.I know she likes it when I purr for her. Or when Ilickher. And I thought for sure when she kicked me out of her bed in Themis, that was going to be the last time I ever did.

Yet here she is, kneeling for us at Hades’s feet.

Butwhyis she here?

Whose bed were you trying to steal, Goldilocks?

I didn’t even hear Hades come in, too busy getting my shit scrambled by an Apollo in all-out berserker mode. It doesn’t happen too often, and really on when he’s stressed, but it’s a sword I will always happily fall on. And one of these days, I’ll manage to convince him to drive that sword homesomewhere else.

Regardless, I haven’t had a chance to come, and now my dick’s trying to stage a furious escape and I’m leaking like a sieve.

I narrow my eyes at Sabine, pressing down against the raging hard-on with the heel of my hand.

If it was a bed she was after, all she had to do was ask. I’d happily share mine with her.Any day of the week. Just not sure about how much ‘sleeping’ we’d get done, though.

My bed is juuuust right. Just like my dick, remember?

The problem right now is the bedroom she happens to be kneeling in front of isApollo’s—and he doesn’t let anyoneinto his room.

Ever.

I’m not sure even his long-lost Jelly Bean here could get that man to give up access to his zillion-thread-count sheets.

I know, I’ve tried.

Hades is still glaring down at her, all doom and gloom like his godly namesake, like she’s the last person on the planet he’d ever want in his space. Not that she seems bothered by him in the slightest. In fact, she’s been steadfastly ignoring him, opting to continue eye-fucking Apollo and me instead.

Finally, Sabine looks back up at him, meeting his glower head on.

“No. But I did enjoy the show,” the vixen snarks, holding up two glistening fingers without an ounce of shame.

Oh, man, that’s so goddamn hot.

I fuckinglovethat Apollo and I were the reason she got herself off. But I also don’t know whether or not I should be disappointed that she didn’t try to join in on the fun.

“How the fuck did you even get in?” Apollo growls from above me, tucking himself back into his sweats.

Shit.

Also love a growly Apollo.

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