Lucian was a great kisser.
It should have made Cass mad, but it didn't. Honestly, he should have expected it.
When someone called themselves by a title, especially something like The Red Dragon, Cass had the feeling that they had probably gone through a true slut era. Edgar probably had. Maybe not the going the full way, but there was no way that someone got that good at kissing without sucking a few faces.
And throats.
Which was what Edgar was doing while Lucian ate his damn mouth like it was his favourite meal. He kept Cass' hands on his pecs, squeezing them as he used his lips, teeth and tongue to seduce the man. Edgar had pulled down the collar of Cass' clothes, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking on his skin there.
"Fuck. You look so pretty covered in marks." Edgar whispered against his skin, and Cass had whimpered. Lucian had swallowed it up, before he pulled back. He only did so to suck on Cass' lips, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.
