Cass didn't know how much time had passed, but he did know that the time of his heat was coming to an end? How did he know?
He could feel the pressure of it building inside of his body. It was like a crescendo that he was chasing, building and building until it was just about to tip over. However, Cass knew what his body wanted to get to that high point, and there was no way he was going to allow that to happen without someone in particular here.
It wasn't even about consent or whether he wanted it or not. It was a flat truth. Those options weren't even on the table, or bed in this case, without him here.
Cass would be the first to admit that this was probably the most lucid he'd been while having a heat. There were some parts of the time he'd spent with Edgar and Gideon that were a bit blurry, but Cass could remember most.
