Gideon, who had been forced to watch everything from afar, was pitching quite the tent in his own pants. When Cass pulled himself off of Lucian, the man sliding out of Cass and still remaining hard, Cass licked his lips.
Lucian growled, clearly not happy that they'd only gone once, but Cass wasn't looking to get overfed again. He just wanted a proper meal, and they were the ones who were neglecting him. Cass had every right to get back at them.
Cass shot Lucian another warning glare, glancing between him and Cass' favourite chair, and Lucian got the hint. The long, angry growl that tore out of him and Cass snapping his own teeth at him.
