The next morning came fast.
Absolutely no pun intended.
Ambrose's eyes lazily fluttered as memories of the previous night flooded his mind. His thighs tensed subconsciously when he recalled how Viktor… Jesus Christ.
The mental image of the ice Prince's flushed face as he ate out his ass made him want to melt into his pillows and never come back.
Not like it was his first time getting a rimjob. But there was something special about last night.
Maybe it's because—
—Hold up.
[That's right, sweetheart. You exceeded all expectations and confessed your true feelings to Viktor and Devon. I swear, hearing you say 'I love you' made me briefly understand why those words incite such emotions in you mortals.]
Ambrose scoffed. 'Okay, Ultron, ' he groaned, sitting up as the bed sheets loosened off his chest. 'Ugh. Those two are already awake and running while I'm here contemplating my life choices.'
[By the way, mission rewards loading…]
Oh, right.
