Page 731 of End Game

The room explodes.

“No.”

Micah is laughing against my neck.

Cami nearly falls over.

Griffin puts his face in his hands.

Ronan looks delighted.

I point at him. “No.”

“Failure.”

“You already came.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“You have post-nut tyranny.”

Micah kisses my cheek. “Dex.”

“What?”

“Behave.”

I look at Ronan.

He waits.

I exhale. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Then Ronan glances at Cami. “Continue.”

Thank fuck.

Cami takes me back into her mouth.

Micah's hand moves lower, wraps around the base of me when Cami pulls back, coordinating with her without speaking.

Fuuuuuck.

My whole body goes tight. “Ronan.”

“What?”

“Please.”

He looks at me.

Long enough that I almost lose my mind.

Finally he says, “You may come.”

I do.