Page 378 of End Game

I am aware of both of them using heavy amounts of lube and then their fingers inside me.

Ronan curses next to my ear as they work.

A large part of me wishes I could see what they are doing, but I can’t.

I can tell from their words though that they both have their fingers inside me.

Working together.

Stretching me.

One of them pinches my clit and rolls it, making me lose track of everything while I am vaguely aware of them talking about angles and legs.

Ronan, apparently thinking that was not good enough, pinches one of my nipples hard.

I buck and almost dislodge him.

They all laugh.

“Easy, Princess,” Micah soothes.

Then the pinching is gone, and gentle grazes over both sensitive areas take their places.

Then the sensation changes, and I am somehow very aware that Micah still has fingers working inside me when Griffin presses his cock in.

“Fuck me,” I almost whimper.

“You ready, Princess?” Micah asks.

“Yes,” I get out on a breath.

There is a stretch from his fingers and then so much pressure.

It makes every muscle in my body lock.

All of the men stop moving too.

Four people frozen around one inhale.

“Color?” Ronan asks quietly.

“Green.”

Micah's thumb strokes the inside of my thigh. “Pain?”

“No.”

“Pressure?”

“Yes.”

“Too much?”

I actually think about it.

My body feels impossibly awake.

Stretched.