Cass' legs were fucking jelly.
Edgar was right in a way. He hadn't sucked him dry, but he had certainly sucked the soul out of him. Cass wasn't even aware he could make the noises that he did.
With those dangerous fangs out and proud while Edgar bobbed on Cass' cock like a damn pro and Lucian behind him, supporting him sitting up and touching and kissing him? Cass felt like a pampered fuck boy.
A boy toy.
His head was still reeling from the orgasm, the slight brush of a fang on his cock while he was so close to the edge was what sent him over. Cass had shuddered, exploding in Edgar's mouth but the man didn't flinch. He took it, and while Cass' mind was still fuzzy, the two men had cleaned him up, gotten him dressed and had partially escorted him down the stairs for lunch.
They were calling it lunch, but Cass had slept so long it was almost dinner time.
Cass was flabbergasted by his own behaviour and their treatment.
