Cass was losing it. It was only made worse by the fact that the mind fog hadn't kicked in. He was still here, but he was fully experiencing the reaction that he normally had. Lucian noticed.
It was in the way that Cass' eyes would dart around, the heaviness of his breath as the men touched him, and the soft, sweet-sounding whimpers that left his lips. Cass was so fucking embarrased that the sounds were coming from him, but he could tell that the men liked them.
Cass was man enough to admit that they didn't sound…awful. He'd probably like it if they were making the same kinds of noises.
Cass being a witness didn't mean that Cass had full control. It was like the line between his mouth and brain had been severed. There was no control over it. Every little thought that Cass had, he said, especially if it came to something sexual.
