Cass wasn’t aware of when it happened, but Edgar slipped away in the middle of their kiss. He only pouted for a second because Gideon forced Cass down to kiss his lips instead. Gideon slid back up the bed until Cass was straddling him properly, their bodies sliding against each other as Gideon grasped onto the back of the silky shirt on Cass’ body, his other hand against Cass’ throat so that he could move him as he wanted.
It was a possessive hold that had Cass wanting to squeeze his thighs together. There was a full ass man in between his legs so he just ended up rubbing himself against Gideon like a cat in heat.
Cass felt the moment that the heat fully hit. It wasn’t like the previous times where he felt completely out of control. This heat had felt more like a wave lapping on his ankles and Cass was the one who had gone in deeper. His body was warm, but not on fire. The embers in his lower stomach were lit, smoldering, but it didn’t feel all consuming like before.
He did feel a little out of control, his lips a little too loose and his hands a little grabby, but there wasn’t the normal level of embarrassment that came with it. Not yet, at least. He wasn’t crying because Edgar had moved away, he wasn’t saying embarrassing things, he was just enjoying the feel of Gideon’s tongue against his own, his lips and teeth tugging and sucking at Gideon like he wanted to eat him whole.
Cass’ hands were all over Gideon. He was behaving like he only had the night to play with him and wanted to get everything imprinted into his memory. Gideon only flinched a little when Cass ran his nails across his skin leaving thin, pink lines across his skin.
He wanted to do the same to Edgar. They would look like works of art if they were lying on their backs against the sheets, cheeks flushed and cum on their stomachs.
Cass suddenly wanted to see that. He wanted to see it from the above vantage point. He wanted to drain them dry. Was this how Edgar felt when he thought of Cass?
Cass pressed down with his hips, grinding himself harder against the hard length of Gideon’s cock. He’d been hard for a while but he was so much of a damn gentleman that he wouldn’t even take it out of his damn pants. Lucy would never.
Cass could hear that people were talking, but he couldn’t register anything that was being said. Gideon was too distracting, even as Cass wanted more from him. He tugged on Cass’ hair slightly, the bite of pain making Cass melt like putty in his hands. The racing pulse under Cass’ hands made Cass feel alive every time he slid his hand to Gideon’s neck. So sweet. So cute.
Cass wanted to taste him.
The sound of a door closing, some rustling around and then the bed dipped.
"Alright you two, I’m back, and everyone knows that we’re indisposed until we need to rush Cass to the temple." Edgar’s words were registering in Cass’ mind, he knew they were important, but they weren’t about what Edgar wanted to do to Cass so it didn’t matter.
Gideon pulled away from Cass’ mouth, pushing Cass’ mouth against his neck. Cass took the invitation for what it was and began to suck and nibble at his skin there. Cass was intent on leaving marks while Gideon attempted to speak to Edgar.
"Sam and Byron are on standby?" He asked, his breathing ragged and his teeth grit. Edgar chuckled, his soft, light touch teasing on Cass’ back.
"Of course. So is Sir Sanders. Ailia wouldn’t let him argue with her about it. They’ll come check on us in three days. Usually they last longer, but with how often Cass has been eating we’re hopeful that they are shorter. For Cass’ sake." Edgar squeezed Cass’ shoulder. "Lovely bunny, are you just going to give Giddy your attention? What about me?" Edgar asked and Cass paused his mission to mark up Gideon’s skin and turned towards the handsome, pale mage.
Cass’ eyes were glowing a dangerous red and the smell that was coming off of him was something that even Gideon could pick up on. Edgar let out a low moan as Cass, his eyes dilated like he was drunk, reached for him and pulled Edgar close. Cass sunk his teeth into Edgar’s throat, his tongue dashing out to lick at the skin inside of his bite.
The choked off sound that came out of Edgar’s mouth didn’t make Cass think he hated it. Cass pulled back, pressing kisses against the spot he’d bitten. Soothing, gentle things to prove to Edgar that he hadn’t meant to harm him.
"Did that feel good?" Cass asked, his fevered gaze going towards the glowing, blue gaze of the man who stared at him. Edgar was at a loss for words, his hand sliding up over the spot that Cass had bitten as it throbbed. Cass didn’t need to ask more.
He could see the tent his shirt was pitching. Cass grinned like a pervert, licking his lips and watching as Edgar’s eyes darted down. He could even feel how Gideon was looking at his lips too.
"I’m thirsty, Eddy." Cass whispered, darting his tongue out along his bottom lip. Edgar let out a shaky breath, his hand flexing against his neck.
"O-Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. W-Who do you want?" He asked, trying to sound like he was in control and Cass gave a dangerous grin. He ground his ass against Gideon’s hard cock and felt Gideon exhale sharply. It was clear he wasn’t expecting that from Cass. He thought that he was fully distracted by Edgar, but the sweet, tempting scent from Gideon hadn’t left Cass’ nostrils.
"I want Giddy." Cass slid his gaze to the other man. His green eyes were focused, his face and chest flushed.
"Okay. Okay. How do you want me, sweetheart?" Gideon asked and Cass grinned.
"On your back on the bed." Cass ordered and the knight moved. Cass was still riding him as he moved and it was an impressive use of the muscles he had worked so hard to develop that he could move Cass around like he weighed nothing. It wasn’t the same for Edgar and Lucian since they were monsters and thus needed to have more muscle mass.
Gideon wasn’t. He was human, and he didn’t even break a damn sweat as he manhandled Cass like it was something he was always meant to do. It was hot, and Cass knew that it would be hot even if he did it to Edgar. Cass slid his gaze to Edgar and knew that the other man was also turned on by what he’d done.
Cass, amused, turned and changed his position. He didn’t stop straddling Gideon, but he changed so that his face was towards Gideon’s feet and his ass was facing Gideon’s face. Cass slid down his body, Gideon’s hands grabbing Cass’ thighs in surprise as he did so. Edgar was moving on the bed, slightly out of Cass’ point of view as Cass was finally faced with the damn pants that Gideon was allowed to wear and the mess that Cass had left on his pants and his stomach.
Cass felt that there was a small part of him that should still be embarrassed that he’d done something so...gross, but he wasn’t. Normal Cass might be embarrassed, but in heat Cass?
It was hot. He’d been so turned on by these men that he’d made a mess. They should be proud, honestly. Cass didn’t like making messes with just anyone.
Cass felt his breath grow ragged as he stared at the cock straining to get out of the pants that they had been provided and instead of letting it out like Cass intended, he wanted to tease it a little bit.
Cass moved closer, his warm breath fanning across the aching member. He felt Gideon’s hands tense on Cass’ thighs but he didn’t say a word. Cass grinned dangerously as he leaned in more, pressing a warm, wet kiss against the fabric pressing against the cock. Gideon sucked in, and that was music to Cass’ ears. Cass peppered more kisses against the cock, making them as wet as possible until the fabric was damp and clung to him. Gideon’s breathing was ragged, his grip bruising, and Cass loved every second of it.
He took pity on the man, finally releasing from his wet prison to be greeted with a different kind of prison. Cass wasn’t shy, he went for his cock immediately. Cass’ one hand palmed Gideon’s balls, gently tugging and squeezing them in his hand as Cass ran his tongue along Gideon’s cock before pulling the tip into his mouth.
Half of this meal was the seed that Cass was going to receive when Gideon climaxed. The other half of the meal were the sounds that left Gideon’s lips as Cass ate him from tip to hilt. Cass’ throat opened up for the man, sliding him as far as he could. Cass wasn’t an expert, but that was when the blood of the demon his Mother had signed a contract came into play and Cass took full advantage.
Gideon fed Cass well, the soft moans, the cut off swear words and the way he clung to Cass desperately as he tried not to cum were so sweet and delectable that they almost overwhelmed him before he even got to taste his spicy, delicious seed. Of course, Cass didn’t give up halfway. He made sure to get what he was working for and the small shout from Gideon told him everything that he needed to know.
Cass knew he was leaking on Gideon’s chest as the man accidentally thrust his cock deeper into Cass’ throat as he found his release. Cass felt his eyes roll back into his head as the man did that. Fuck, that was hot. He felt each strand of cum paint his throat and slip down into his stomach. The magic inside of Cass’ body soaking up the cum instantly, Cass shivering and shaking, making more of a mess as he sucked Gideon dry.
Cass pulled back, gasping as he licked his lips and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave himself a second to catch his breath, grinning like a maniac. He knew that Gideon liked that. Maybe he could convince Edgar to do the same?
"Bunny." It was a soft call, a gentle one, but Cass knew it was directed towards him. He turned and paused. His body went rigid as he stared at the man on his back, his legs spread. His aching cock twitched in the slightly cold air, his ass twitching just as much. Edgar lowered his hand, dropping it past his cock and towards his ass. "Can you come over here? I need you." It was a siren call to the sex demon.
Cass found himself nodding, his body moving before he could even string two thoughts together. A man ready and willing for him? On his back, flushed cheeks and big, blue eyes with his legs spread? Cass would be an idiot to not go.
What Cass didn’t know was that Gideon was rising up into a sitting position nearby, his face flushed and his eyes focused.
He’d let Cass have his first meal passively. He felt it was only polite, but now? Now he wasn’t feeling calm or patient. That ass had been twitching and wiggling before his eyes the whole time that he’d been eating. Begging for Gideon to do something to it in return. Gideon had used every ounce of his control as a knight to hone in and keep his hands to himself.
No more. Not with that dangerous scent in the air and the glimmer in Cass’ eyes. They were supposed to be satisfying him and tiring him out. Gideon needed to focus, while Cass focused on the sweet, delicious man before him. Cass had no idea that while he was licking his lips, getting ready, Gideon was doing the same thing behind him.
Edgar was receiving quite the show.