Page 64 of Carry Your Debt

We’re all frozen, waiting for some biting response to that, instead she only gives a single, upside-down nod in understanding. Considering her own weird kissing hang-up, I’d be surprised if the two of them don’t have more in common than we know.

Just not exactly sure how well trauma bonding with the source of your own trauma ever goes, though.

“Lake,” Apollo urges.

I’ve already lost my shirt some time between walking in the front door and my best friend impaling my mouth on his dick. My Academy sweats are equally quick to find the floor.

Then I’m standing over Sabine’s prone form, admiring the long column of her neck as it arches back and over the foot of the bed. Now ponytail-free, her pale hair cascades in a sheet down the front edge of the mattress. Holding my gaze like a challenge, she tilts her head back even further, parting her full lips in invitation.

Daring me to make my move.

Joke’s on her, though. Ialwayschoose dare.

“Shit,” I hiss the moment I slide across her tongue and the hot heat of her throat engulfs me.

“Won’t last long, Wifey,” I add through gritted teeth. I was already halfway to coming when Hades found our Goldilocks hiding behind the door.

I concentrate on keeping my strokes even, trying my best to stave it off as long as humanly possible, but Sabine’s torturing me by doing fucking Kegels with her esophagus. “Shit, maybe don’t do that.Yeeees! Fuck. No. Wait, yes,do that again,” I babble, eyes squeezing shut in bliss.

The muscles of my back dance reflexively when I feel a warm hand skim down my spine. I twitch, once, and then I’m crying out my release. As soon as I unload the first rope, Sabine sweeps her tongue over the head like she’s playing catch with my load.

Fuuuuck.

I figure I must’ve blacked out at some point, because suddenly hands are grabbing my biceps and I’m pitching forward. My back hits the mattress as we roll—and then I’m left blinking dumbly up at a victorious Sabine as she kneels over me.

The sight of her straddling my torso—lips red and swollen and gray eyes glittering—has my spent dick rallying in response.

But then she leans in, and my entire body freezes.

She grips my chin, tugging downwards so my jaw pops open.

My eyes flare wide as her lips begin to part.

But not so she can drop a kiss on my mouth—but so she can hand off a mouthful of my own cum, instead.

“Did you just fucking snowball me?” I wheeze out, chuckling when I’ve managed to swallow most of it down. My chin definitely took a hit. Maybe even my cheeks.

She smirks down at me. “You look like a glazed donut.”

Definitely got my cheeks, then.

But she can turn me into a whole fucking box of them, if it gets her to smile at me like that again.

“Yum,” I hum back at her, happily.

The bed dips and I whine as Sabine’s snatched away. I struggle up onto my elbows, only to find Sabine on all fours, her head pressed firmly into the mattress as Apollo stands behind her. The fingers of one hand are splayed across a round ass cheek, while the fingers of the other curl inside her.

There’s a dark look in his eyes and a determined slash to his mouth.

Oh, fuck. Looks like the beast wasn’t put back in its cage, after all.

“What’s got you so wet? Was it watching us? Or having your slutty throat used like a cocksleeve?” he croons in a voice like pure sex.

Sabine moans, her response muffled by the blankets now pushed against her face.

“What was that?” he demands.

She lifts her head. “A little of columnA—” she rasps, before her response cuts off with another cry of pleasure.

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