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Cami murmuring his name.

The low, wrecked sound Griffin makes when Ronan gives permission.

Then stillness.

I hear the immediate aftercare even in the middle of the fucking boss battle.

That's Griffin.

Ronan waits a moment.

Then his attention drops back to me.

“Dexter.”

My stomach tightens.

“Come closer.”

I do.

This time there's no slow build.

Not really.

He's still controlled.

But the restraint is thinning.

I feel it.

His hips move slightly.

A small thrust.

Once.

Then again.

His hand tightens in my hair.

“That's it.”

Fuck.

His voice goes low.

“Good boy. Keep your mouth exactly there.”

My eyes close.

“Look at me.”

I open them.

His gaze is waiting.

Holy shit.