Page 379 of End Game

Full in a way the word full doesn't really cover, because it isn't just one sensation anymore.

It's layers.

Pressure inside pressure.

Heat against heat.

Every tiny movement somewhere creating an answer somewhere else.

“No,” I finally answer.

They don’t start moving, so I do—deliberately.

I push toward them all and almost moan, “More.”

“Fuck, Princess.”

And then, slowly, the three of them find a rhythm around me.

Electricity rolls through my body again.

That's the only word that fits.

Not a sharp shock.

A current.

It starts low and radiates outward—through my stomach, down my thighs, up my spine—until my skin feels too sensitive for the air in the room.

Every movement changes everything.

When Griffin shifts, I feel Micah differently.

When Micah moves, the pressure against Ronan changes.

When Ronan's fingers close lightly around my breast, my entire body answers all three of them.

“Oh my fuck,” I groan.

Ronan laughs softly beside my ear. “That good?”

“I don't know.”

Griffin laughs. “Helpful.”

“I mean I don't know what the fuck anything is anymore.”

Micah's hand reaches for my face. “Look at me.”

My eyes find his.

Immediately.

His expression is controlled, but barely. “You're doing so fucking well.”

Something in me clenches.

All three men react.