Cass had no idea how he had ever gotten into this position. No, really, it was all a damn blur.
One minute, he'd been lying down on his back, then Lucian had pulled him into his arms, then somehow the dragon had kissed and petted him into submission until he'd spun Cass until he was on his knees facing the other direction.
All while remaining firmly planted inside of his ass.
Cass swore he blacked out at one point, the moans leaving his lips painting the air a pretty colour that when he opened his eyes, seemed to translate to the pretty shade all the men were flushed. Edgar was touching Cass, his hands on Cass' shoulders as he panted, his breaths ragged as he tried to gather his bearings. Lucian was behind him, his hands tender on his waist. One hand was planted on his back, along his spine. Stroking, touching, imprinting every inch of Cass into his mind.
