There was a point in time where Cass would have never considered that he would be in this position.
Cass was panting, his skin tight against body, slick with sweat, tears and other fluids. It should have been gross, disgusting even, but Cass couldn't. In fact, he loved it. He loved rubbing against the other men like a cat in heat, raising his hips, spreading his ass, and begging them to fuck him harder.
To fuck them harder.
Now Cass was lying on top of Lucy, their skin slick, Lucy's body marked up by Cass' lips, talons and his teeth. He'd been bad. He hadn't kept his promise, but he didn't bite down. He just dragged his teeth along his skin.
The growls that had rolled out of Lucy's lips were something that had only spurred Cass on. He sounded hot, and it was even hotter when he was flush was Cass, his cocks buried inside of him. He was like a damn vibrator.
