Page 710 of End Game

Slow.

Hot.

Teeth.

Tongue.

All while my face is approximately ten inches from the part of him I'd much rather be touching.

“This game is cruel.”

“Your turn next,” Micah murmurs against my skin.

And it is.

I sit back on my heels.

Look at Ronan.

I have been waiting. “I want the DM.”

Silence.

Ronan's eyes meet mine. “You don't have that target.”

“I am aware.”

“Then declare a legal action.”

“I am petitioning.”

“You have not earned a petition.”

I pick up my d20. “Yet.”

He stares at me.

I stare back.

Then he says, “Declare.”

I look at Micah.

I could ask for something easy.

I don't.

“I want Micah's cock in my mouth.”

Micah inhales.

Cami says, “Oh.”

Ronan doesn't blink. “Performance.”

I grin. “Performance?”

“You're a musician.”