(Warning: Even More Smut Ahead.)
Ambrose trembled.
Viktor kept rubbing his shaft up and down his ass crack without ever penetrating him. The friction burned in the best and worst way possible.
As for Devon, he quietly took off his clothes, unable to deny the pull he felt the second he saw Ambrose naked. Before this, he'd been taking Orion to bed.
The boy luckily dozed off with no stress—he'd stepped out of his bedroom when he felt Ambrose's lust through their permanent link.
It was so intense that blood had rushed through his cock before he even understood what was happening. And that was how he walked in here without knocking.
By the time his fingers got to his underwear, ready to pry it off, he caught Ambrose inclining his face backwards, staring at him with those molten, silver eyes.
The Guide groaned. "Fuck. Tell Viktor to stop teasing me already."
