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“Yeah,” I whisper, but I can’t believe how lucky I really am. I almost lost it all to the thrill of being a hero. “Maybe I just want a hug.”

Her arms embrace me, and so do Wyatt’s.

Soon enough, Leo and Katherine are also hugging me, and I realize how being in the midst of a group hug makes me feel like I won the lottery in life.

Letting myself silently cry, I couldn’t be more grateful to be alive, and despite all the instances that were made to try to ruin us, we made it out of this madness.

We broke the cycle.

We may have lost this round in various ways, but my path in life has opened up a new road.

A new direction into the unknown, securing the loves of my life, my passion for hockey, and the shadowed life I commit to in the depths of the night.

In all, I’m happy to be alive.

A second chance…

EPILOGUE: YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN END GAME

~MACKENZIE~

“Wyatt! Not… so… fucking rough,” I pant while gripping the headboard with everything in me. My whole body trembles in anticipation of another mind-boggling, body-shuddering orgasm to fucking ruin me as Wyatt is enjoying having me sit on his fucking face.

While he eats me out and thrusts the miniature vibrator in and out of my ass.

He’s slurping me up, his tonguing following the rhythm of the vibrating toy, and God, I know my orgasm is going to ripple through me any second.

“W-Wyatt!” I can’t even plead with him to stop this pleasure merry-go-round because I’m cumming again, my moans bouncing against the hollow walls of our master bedroom.

This room only has this big ass bed, which I’m thankful is sturdy with all the bouncing chaos we’ve done these last few weeks, but tonight was the night we were all waiting for.

Cleared to fuck as much as we want.

“God, I love drinking you up when your cum is all over my face, Xandra.” Wyatt has to be drunk on drinking me up for what feels like hours with how he praises me with every euphoric release.

This is no different as he licks every droplet of cum before taunting my clit and stilling the vibrator in my ass.

I don’t think I can handle another round in this position, but thank the fucking heaven’s Armani is here, lifting me from the headboard the moment Wyatt pulls out the vibrator.

“She’s not going to be able to walk for a year if you keep this up,” Armani acknowledges as he easily has me in his arms and lowers me onto the bed.

Wyatt is smirking like a proud fool, the cocky possessiveness only easing a bit at the sight of Armani’s naked figure.

“Admit it, you loved watching every second of it,” Wyatt taunts. “You’re hard as fuck.”

Armani doesn’t deny the truth, and a glimpse of his cock with my half-opened eyes confirms his newly tatted pierced cock is hard as hell.

Even after I sucked and milked him off with my pussy.

“Whatcha going to do about it, Cyrus Jr.?” he scoffs.

Wyatt simply chuckles.

“If I jerk you off, I’m gonna get hard again, and frankly, I’m really tempted to fuck Kenzie’s ass after drowning in her cum for what felt like hours.”

“Did it to yourself,” Armani mutters, but he’s kissing me the next second.

I can’t help but moan into his mouth while his hand is already snaking down my body until his fingers are working up my pussy as if to make me wet all over again.

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