Cass could barely breathe as he came down from his climax, his vision flickering as his body shivered.
He was barely aware of the large hands rubbing up and down his thighs, comforting him, petting him down from the orgasm that rocked his world. Edgar had pulled his fangs out of Cass' throat, licking at the wound softly. His hands rubbing up and down Cass' arms, lapping at the blood that was still weakly coming out of the wounds on Cass' throat.
Cass shook, the soft, weak sounds leaving his lips completely against his control.
Lucian had pulled out of Cass, letting the man twitch and convulse on his own, a deep, rumbling purr coming from him. Cass knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was meant to be comforting, but Cass could barely function.
