Page 795 of End Game

Behind her and Dex, Ronan's rhythm loses some of its precision.

I deliberately keep my eyes on Cami.

Dex's reaction tells me plenty.

Then Ronan goes still behind him with a rough exhale.

Finally, I give my body permission to break. I had been holding out for this moment.

I deserve some kind of trophy.

Cami gasps as she feels the pulse of my climax.

The tension in the whole chain breaks.

Bodies start separating.

Dex withdraws from Cami carefully and stands there for a second with the expression of a man who just remembered he has bones.

Micah rests a hand briefly on his arm.

Ronan comes to Cami's side.

“We're releasing you first.”

She nods.

“Green?”

“Yes.”

Micah moves in immediately.

He supports her while Ronan starts freeing her, keeping one hand firm around her ribs as her legs come loose.

The second Cami has enough movement to shift her weight, her muscles start trembling.

Not distress.

Fatigue.

She's been suspended, restrained, flogged, come more times than I have kept count of, and spent the last several minutes kneeling over me while four men's movement translated through her body.

I'm shocked her legs haven't filed a formal complaint.

Micah sees it too. “Easy, Princess.”

The tone of his voice changes.

Softer.

He helps her fully off me once Ronan has her free enough, and for one reflexive second my body wants to reach for her.

I can't.

My hands are still restrained.

The old version of me might have hated that.