Cass could tell that this was more torture for the men being forced to watch then it was for Cass. It was a small benefit as he felt Edgar slide his fingers against Cass' skin, against the clothing barely covering him and huffed.
"Cass, you're already so damp. Were you that excited that I was going to touch you?" Edgar whispered, his lips pressing against Cass' throat. Cass shivered.
"Stop teasing me." Cass ground out, trying to sound in control, but knew he was failing spectacularly. He felt how Edgar's lips tugged up against his skin, knew that his strong front wasn't fooling him at least.
When Cass slid his gaze towards Lucian, the full force of the barely contained dragon made Cass' knees weak. The man wasn't playing fair, and Cass should have known that he wouldn't. Not when it came to getting his hands on Cass.
