Cass should have known better than to suggest a sticker board. That’s what it was, in the end. After Lucian and Edgar started making a replica of the map Gideon sourced for them, they were turning it into a fun game to find out if the rooms on the map were real.
At least it was helping Cass confirm where others had interfered with the building of his home, or den as Lucian referred to it constantly. It helped more so when it came to trying to decide on a location for the nursery tree too.
There was just a small problem. Cass was up to his ears in things he needed to do, and so he had no time to make stickers.
This was a small, but also important, issue that kept rearing its head. After all, a few days had passed since they had spent their first night together, but no one had known how to approach their new arrangement without the stickers.
The men were like children, very sticker motivated, and they weren’t even really sure what stickers were yet. They just liked the idea of it being tracked.
So, for the time being, Cass had asked Sam to find coloured thread in red, orange, blue and green to stand in for each man and the stickers he was going to make. It was for everyone’s eye colour, and the men liked the small touch.
As soon as the threads were decided, Gideon calmly and determinedly placed several blue and green markers on several spots on the map. Lucian was appalled, as he also added his own orange and blue marks on the map.
Cass stood there, shocked, as he realised these fools were keeping him out of everything and using poor Edgar, the one with the least amount of stamina, like a damn sex toy.
Edgar, for his part, felt the anger welling inside of Cass before the other two did. He was flustered. After all, he wasn’t the one who needed to eat cum, it was Cass. He was confused why he had been pounced on the most, but the answer was obvious to them.
Edgar moved around the mansion, Cass was holed up in his office.
When Cass demanded their answer and they gave him that, the dark, dangerous laugh that left Cass made even Sam shudder. Was that Cass’ fault? His body was barely his own right now, and if he moved he would attract unwanted attention. He couldn’t even go down to the dining room and eat with Ava’s family because he could cause them trouble.
He was confined to his rooms for everyone’s safety, and they were fucking dicking down Edgar wherever they could get their hands on him? It was intolerable to Cass, especially since it had been mere DAYS since Cass had begged for daily bouts of sex. Only they were doing it with Edgar, not Cass.
Cass quietly asked Sam to leave before he slammed the door shut behind him and locked the door with a wave of his hand. He then used his magic to slide a couch in front of the door, blocking it so that the others couldn’t leave easily.
Sure, they were all strong, but if they broke his things they would be in even bigger trouble. Cass then used magic to blur every window so that Edgar was safe from the sun, and so that others could not peer in.
Gideon and Lucian stood there stunned, while Edgar watched on, nervous.
Cass then turned towards the two idiots and with another wave of his hand, Lucian was picked up with magic and flung ass first into Cass’ leather chair. The chair creaked under the dragon’s weight, but held its own as Cass waved his hand and leather began to coil around Lucian’s arms, holding him in place.
Lucian’s big, orange eyes watched, his second eyelids coming out in surprise at Cass’ behaviour. Cass grunted, turning to Gideon where he picked him up and flung him onto the couch blocking the door. He was about to tie him up too when Edgar stepped in.
"Bunny, I’ve got him. Go deal with Lucy first." Edgar told him. Cass narrowed his eyes, wondering if he could trust Edgar for a moment before he nodded. He only trusted Edgar because he could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and also the anger. It was clear he was pissed that the two fools hadn’t reached out to Cass. Or even asked Byron or Sam to give them a moment. They clearly had only been thinking of this as a competition, not a fun game.
Cass turned to the bound dragon. It was obvious that the magic wasn’t truly strong enough to contain Lucian, but he wasn’t dumb enough to anger Cass further. Especially when Cass was using magic so quickly and with jerky, powerful motions. He sucked in when Cass twisted his fingers, undoing Lucian’s pants with a quick motion that had his jaw tightening.
"Cass, sweetness, my soon mate, what are you doing?" Lucian rasped. Cass narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the dumb dragon. He scowled at him as he continued to approach. Well, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he had planned to have Lucian at his beck and call in his office and in his chair, but this was a start.
"What am I doing?" Cass repeated, before he laughed. "What am I doing?! I’m doing whatever the hell I want because I know you won’t say no to me." Cass told him and watched as Lucian’s face darkened.
"That’s not true." Lucian argued. "I wouldn’t like it if you forced me to have sex with someone I didn’t want to." Lucian said and Cass smirked, crossing his arms.
"Oh, so am I someone you don’t want to have sex with? Because it feels like it." Lucian paled. Gideon, who had enough sense to keep still as Edgar bound him as well, went pale as well.
"That was never our intention, Cass." Gideon said as Cass continued to approach Lucian.
In the time that things had quieted down slightly, Cass had taken to wearing Fiona’s clothes while he waited for his own to be finished getting tailored. They didn’t quite fit well, but they were better than swimming in Lucian’s clothes, and it would have been the same in Gideon’s as well. Edgar’s were a no go, since when Edgar and Cass stood side by side, Cass’ hips were now wider.
It was a horrifying thought, but one that he couldn’t escape. It was just a simple truth until he could control his body. Which he couldn’t do if these dumb idiots were sleeping with each other.
Lucian looked like he was going to be ill as Cass began to undo his borrowed pants, slipping them down his now wide hips and down to his ankles. He didn’t even bother stepping out of his shoes, the pants loose enough that he could step through.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, since he didn’t have any that would fit. Lucian gulped.
"C-Cass, I truly never meant for you to think-"
"Shut it." Cass growled, and Lucian snapped his mouth closed, all excuses sealed away. Cass narrowed his gaze as he stared at Lucian’s cocks. It was annoying how at the ready they were, even when Cass was so angry.
Then again, Gideon was probably the same.
Cass sighed, reaching between his legs to the soft, moist core of himself and gently gathered up some of the wetness there. Lucian watched, his hands clenching onto the sides of the chair. It creaked under his grip.
"Don’t break the chair." Cass ordered. "It’s my favourite, and I’ll be even more pissed if you do." Lucian snarled but his grip on the edges of the chairs lessened.
"Then are you planning to drive me insane? What would you have me do when I can smell you, Cass?" He asked and Cass huffed.
"Oh, so now you can smell me, hmm? Where was all of that when you were having fun with Edgar in," Cass glanced at the map, spotting one of two locations he’d marked with Edgar, "the supply closet near the library?" Cass asked and watched as Lucian paled again.
"Cass, I-"
"I told you to shut it." Cass growled, pissed. "Here I’ve been, slaving away because I can’t leave my office, and you lot have been off harassing Edgar when I’ve been sending him out in my stead? No wonder it has felt like every time I’ve sent him off he’s taken forever to come back. No wonder he’s been disheveled. I haven’t put my hands on him because I know he’s been busy and he needs to focus! Are you nuts?" Cass yelled, before he collected himself.
He was hungry, that had to be it. Ever since he’d been fed, he hadn’t been fed since. He wasn’t quite sure how he knew, but he had a feeling in his gut that sucking the damn dragon off wasn’t going to cut it anymore now that he’d had the real deal.
Cass’ lips pulled back in a snarl as he waved another few fingers, cleaning himself up down below. He was always clean, but he liked to be extra cautious. It was only then that he rubbed his dampened fingers on his ass. Lucian let out a roar.
"Don’t do that yourself. Please, let me help. I want to help, and I wasn’t aware that Edgar was acting in your stead. You didn’t say anything." Cass gave him an unimpressed look. Lucian may be oblivious to most things, but he wasn’t an idiot. Cass was not going to buy it, and from the way he was avoiding Cass’ gaze, he knew that himself, too.
"Suffer." Cass growled. "Both of you. I’m hungry, so I’m going to fucking feed and since you were only going to pester Edgar up until now, you’re going to be treated the same way." Cass told them.
It annoyed Cass that now that the situation had been clarified, both damn idiots looked scared, but excited at the same damn time. Cass would have smacked Lucians’ cocks if he didn’t need them so much.
"Cass, do you need some help loosening up?" Edgar asked softly from across the room. Cass turned to look at him. His eyes were soft, tired, but full of amused affection. Cass paused, not responding for one, two, three beats before he let out a soft chuckle.
"Actually, Eddie, if you wouldn’t mind being a prince and helping me out, that would be lovely." Edgar’s face warmed at the double nickname, but he cleared his throat and approached. Both men, warriors in their own right, shifted in their tied up positions. Cass could feel their gazes focusing on Cass and Edgar.
Cass watched as their nostrils flared and desire, pure and hot, burned in their gazes.
"I would love to help. After all, Lucian needs to be taken in slowly at first." Edgar replied, gently touching Cass’ shoulders as he approached. It was a soft, caring touch that sent shivers down Cass’ spine. Edgar pressed a soft kiss against Cass’ throat too. "You let me know if you need...a little encouragement as well. I could do with a mouthful or too." Edgar replied with a wink, and Cass flushed at his implication.
When he gave a nod, Edgar’s laughter coiled around Cass like a snake.
"Good. I do love being helpful to you, Bunny. Now, where were we?" Edgar asked, his body pressing against Cass from behind, his hands sliding down Cass’ body. This had meant to be a punishment for the two idiots, but now it felt a bit like a punishment for Cass.
He had gotten a little too cocky, and now Edgar was the one taking advantage of him.
Well, no matter. Cass had made his bed. This was his to lie in too.