Chapter 347: We are far too clothed for this behaviour (suggestive)

Lucian was the reason that they got into the room in one piece. Edgar’s knees had buckled at one point at the soft, needy way that Cass had gripped onto his shoulders like a damn viper, and shifted. He had somehow pulled his whole body up, making sure he had a good grip so that he could suckle and nip at Edgar’s throat.

Edgar had to fight for reason.

His breathing was harsh, and Lucian was no help. He seemed to be getting joy from the way that Edgar was suffering, and it was Lucian who sent Sam away as soon as they were upstairs. He spoke to him at the front door, motioning for Edgar to take Cass inside and ’get started’.

Edgar felt like he was a little out of his depths.

Yes, he had been there for the second time, and knew the sweet taste of Cass. It still lingered on his tongue, had haunted him all throughout the ball. That didn’t mean he was confident in handling Cass when he was…like this.

Lucian had told him about what Cass had been like the first time. How he had been mostly nonverbal, but you could tell when he didn’t want to do something. Edgar hadn’t experienced that, and had assumed that he would be getting the same Cass that he had gotten his first time, but Lucian’s second.

That did not appear to be the case, and given the way that Sam was reacting, this was the Cass he was more used to when it came to dealing with what he normally went through. The looks, the careful way he watched him, but with a gaze as sharp as a hawk.

Yeah, Edgar was glad that Lucian was dealing with Sam. Edgar just had an off feeling about the man. Ever since the issue with the medicine, Edgar had been feeling a little strange about the other man. Call it paranoia, or something else, but Edgar just…

He was too worried about Cass for it to sit well with him that a dangerous man could be around him. What if he was working for Cass’ grandfather? The thought horrified Edgar. He had so much of Cass’ trust, and had easy access to him. It was dangerous.

A soft noise of complaint, a soft smack against Edgar’s cheek, and Edgar glanced down at the man in his arms. Cass was still sucking on his throat, pulling his blood out of his body at a pace that Edgar was not worried about. He could hear Lucian speaking, and knew that the dragon was asking for the blood wine to be brought up.

He could easily replenish his stock. Cass could understand being hungry. They could drink together.

Edgar had to stop thinking about things that made him hard. Not while he still had Cass in his arms, and was unable to take either of their clothes off on his own.

“Are you finished drinking, Cass?” Edgar asked as he made towards the bed. Cass’ grip tightened on him and his pull grew harder. Edgar’s legs trembled, threatening to give out. “I-I’ll take that as a no.” Edgar muttered, and felt Cass chuckle. He wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t hear, but speaking was beyond him.

Noted.

“You’re going to have to let go if I’m to get you out of your clothes. Or do you want to bathe first? I’ll help you get cleaned up.” Edgar could feel Cass think. It was strange, but he could just tell that the man was taking his time to consider Edgar’s words. Then, he pulled away from Edgar’s throat, giving up the sweet little well of blood and licked his lips.

Edgar could not stop himself from kissing the man.

Not when he looked at him, looking more like a vampire that Edgar could ever dream to attain. Blood-stained lips, white teeth, bright red eyes. His pale skin, handsome features, all of it made for an intoxicating silhouette and Edgar could not help himself.

Cass didn’t fight him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer, his nails sharp against Edgar’s scalp in a way that had Edgar shivering down to his very core. It was a little alarming how much Cass knew about him in such a short period of time. Edgar should have been embarrassed, but he couldn’t even muster a moment of shame when it felt this good to have the man pulling on his hair.

Edgar drank from Cass’ lips. Tasting his own blood, feeling the iron, the sweet heady essence of life in it all and had to hold himself back as he kissed Cass with a hunger that had the man pulling away, gasping as he tried to breathe. Edgar trailed his lips down and across his jaw, pressing sweet kisses against Cass’ own throat. If he allowed it, Edgar would love to drink from him.

Edgar’s pulse thudded in his veins as he even had the thought.

Gods, the idea of stroking Cass’ cock, milking the man as he sunk his fangs into his throat, his lifeblood spilling into his mouth as Edgar pushed him over with pleasure and pain? Edgar had been having dreams about it for ages.

As soon as he realised that Cass was okay with him being a vampire, and wasn’t repulsed by him either. What they had done had only made the fantasies more vivid. He would not dream of asking him this time. Cass couldn’t…Edgar would have his ass beat if he did it now. He just knew.

“Bath or bed, Cass?” Edgar asked in between his kisses. More tugging on his hair until Edgar raised his gaze as saw that Cass was pointing to the bathroom. Edgar felt his lips curl, his body vibrating, but appreciating that Cass was in control enough to tell him what he wanted.

God, it was so fucking hot that even in this moment, where he was past the point of reason, he was bossy. Edgar hadn’t really realised he had a type until now. Sexy and bossy.

It was easy to see how he fell for Fiona, and even easier to see how he’d switched sides to Cass.

Lucian came back into the room, closing the door behind him as Edgar was halfway to the bathroom. Cass was back to being a little leech on his throat, only the wound had healed by now.

Lucian gave them a curious look, his face a little pale showing how unwell he was feeling, but Edgar didn’t make a comment on it.

“He wants to wash up first.” Edgar said, telling him the plan. Lucian nodded.

“Have fun. I’ll get the bedroom ready. Sam passed over…the box.” Lucian said and Edgar blinked, giving him a confused look. Lucian’s eyes widened, before he covered his lower face with his hand. His thumb on one side of his nose, his index finger on the other.

He let out a low, loud huff, before he raised his head, not uncovering his mouth for a moment. Cass continued to suckle on Edgar’s throat while they had this tense exchange.

“Should I be worried?” Edgar asked, and watched as Lucian scanned him, then scanned Cass. The dragon’s eyes elongated, his pupils that of the giant flying lizard that he housed inside of his body.

“I’m worried what Cass might try to do to you.” Lucian countered, and that just made him more confused.

“What? Is he going to fuck me? You know I don’t care about that.” Edgar told the other man and Lucian let out a laugh. He shook his head, finally pulling his hand down and away from his mouth.

“Well, that is one way you could view it. We’ll see. I haven’t actually looked inside of the box yet. It’s that box over there.” Lucian gestured and both he and Edgar looked towards it.

It honestly didn’t look like a big deal. It was just a relatively sized box, more on the medium side of things. Wooden, of good quality, and had a subtle engraving on one side letting you know it was of medical purposes.

“Lucian, what are you trying to say? Never mind. I can have this conversation after bathing Cass.” Edgar said, shaking his head. Lucian’s eyes squinted up as he smiled, before he huffed a laugh and turned towards the bed. With his bath to them, he began to pull off his shirt, and Edgar could feel how Cass perked up at that.

Edgar couldn’t exactly deny that Lucian didn’t look good. The man was ripped, and from how they had been close to each other the last time, Edgar got a good hard feel of the man too.

He was well hung, chiseled, and if Edgar didn’t know that others found him attractive enough, it could have hurt his pride. Thankfully, it seemed that Cass was interested, but wanted to keep on track.

“We’ll see you soon.” Edgar told Lucian, who raised a hand behind him to show that he had heard them.

“Make sure to come out naked. No reason to come out wearing clothes when we’re all just going to be going at it like a couple of cats.” Lucian joked. Edgar had never seen cats having sex, so he had no idea what the man meant by that.

“If he isn’t cold, of course.” Edgar told him and felt Lucian’s chuckle wrap around him. He could tell the same thing happened to Cass because the man shivered. He seemed annoyed that he had reacted to the other man, and that was adorable in and of itself.

Cass was pouting slightly, having pulled away from Edgar’s neck to watch Lucian pull his shirt off. Edgar chuckled.

“Hmm, how warm do you want the bath, Cass? Do you need help undressing?” Edgar asked, even though he was fairly certain they both knew the answer. Watching the man think, actually ponder his question was so damn cute that he just wanted to cover the man in kisses.

It didn’t matter that he wanted the man to take that cock of his and show him what heaven was like, he was adorable.

“I-I’ll need help.” He muttered quietly, and Edgar’s heart grew. He had a feeling that he needed to treasure these moments. Cass probably wouldn’t be this honest for a while.

Edgar leaned in, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“Of course. I’ll help you, no questions asked. I just might kiss you too.” Edgar warned as he pulled back. Cass stared up at him, his gaze serious. He moved his hand until it was wrapped around the front of his outfit and he tugged. Cass pulled Edgar forward until Cass’ lips met his own.

Edgar made a soft noise in the back of his throat. Lucian made a loud noise of complaint.

“Stop fucking flirting where I can see you! Go into the bathroom or it isn’t going to be a two man activity anymore.” Lucian warned and Edgar could feel how Cass smiled at his complaint.

Cass was playing with Lucian, poking his buttons, and he was using Edgar to do it. It should have made his gut twist a little. Instead, Edgar fully agreed with Cass. Lucian was all bark, no bite when it came to them. At least, when they were both like this.

Edgar made sure his next kiss was loud and had Cass moaning. Edgar heard a pillow hit the wall near them and Cass pulled away, laughing. It was a sweet sound, and filled his chest with glee.

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