(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!-Chapter 444: We’ll make you aware (suggestive)

"Do you know who I think is the prettiest person I’ve ever seen?" Edgar asked and Cass took in a shaky breath.

"I-I don’t know." Cass lied through his teeth. He knew damn well where this was going. Shit. He should have just not answered. That probably would have been better for him as Edgar’s smile curled his lips. It did nothing to dim the intense aura that was coming from his glowing, blue gaze.

"Well, they are a very smart man, with a lot of money and white hair prettier than any snowscape I’ve ever seen. No fabric dyer could do the colour justice and it glistens in the sunlight so much that I’ve almost put myself in peril just to touch it. The colour of his eyes? They are the prettiest shade of red I’ve ever seen. They change colour with his moods too." Edgar’s smile shifted slightly, going devious as Cass felt his whole face burn. "Did you know that they turn this beautiful blood red shade when he’s angry? I have a bad habit of wanting to anger him just to see it, but I learned something recently." Edgar’s breath fanned Cass’ face, and Cass was a little worried that he was hanging on his every word. "His eyes also turn the same shade when he’s thirsty for cock too."

Cass couldn’t think. He wanted to move away from this moment, but neither Edgar nor Lucian was budging. Edgar’s gaze narrowed, the dangerous glint to his gaze making Cass wiggle in his spot on the sofa.

"You aren’t escaping." Lucian rumbled. "We are going to get it through your thick, beautiful skull that you are the most enthralling creature we’ve ever met. How could you not be? Your mother is a fairy, a creature known for being so dangerously attractive that they can lure anyone to their death with a smile on their face, and your other father, apparently, wasn’t hard to look at either. Your second father is a damn sex demon. You had no choice but to be attractive." Lucian growled. "I’m sorry, that’s the other thing you’ve been cursed with."

Cass didn’t know what to say. There was a large part of him that wanted to protest. Fight against their words, but he’d already started that fight and look where that got him?

Hard, stuck between a dragon and a vampire. Both who were rather determined to harass him until he came to his senses. Cass’ body tensed, and Lucian growled. It wasn’t exactly fair that he could tell what Cass was feeling at the moment. It was a cheat.

He was cheating.

"Cass. Stop it." Lucian rumbled. "Or else I’m going to have to take drastic measures." Lucain warned and Cass hated how that made his body warm. Both men paused as Cass’ body reacted to the words. Embarrassed, Cass closed his eyes, not wanting to look at either of them. Fuck.

"Lucy, what kind of drastic measures were you thinking?" Edgar asked, his voice soft and full of something that made Cass jerk to awareness. He opened his gaze, worried as he looked at Edgar who was looking at Lucian. The men seemed to be able to communicate through their gaze and Cass did not like that.

"I’ll grab it, you take him to the bed." Lucian ordered and Cass let out a yelp as Lucian pulled away suddenly. He fell, unstable from how quickly Lucian moved away. Edgar didn’t waste a second. He released Cass’ face, grabbing his waist and picking Cass up.

Cass let out a yelp, kicking at the sudden movement but Edgar didn’t seem to mind. He walked with a single-minded purpose as Cass watched Lucian head for the bathroom. What the fuck was he grabbing from the bathroom? Towels? What the hell were they about to do to him?

Edgar tossed Cass onto the bed, knocking the wind out of him and didn’t give Cass enough time to recover as he crawled on top of him, pinning him in place under the weight of his body. Cass could have thrown him off, but that was made slightly less possible when Edgar grabbed Cass’ arms and pinned them above his head.

At that point, Cass just shut up. He had the pretty prince on top of him, holding him against the bed while his lower half rubbed against Cass’ lower half. All protest left his lips. In fact, words left him completely.

Shocked, Cass lay there, the fight draining out of him the longer that Edgar sat on him. Edgar, sensing the shift in tension, smirked as he realised why Cass wasn’t protesting.

"Well well well, if I knew that this was the way to get you to agree with me, I would have done this a lot sooner." Edgar joked, glancing over his shoulder as both Cass and Edgar heard something bashing around. Cass tried to raise his head to look, but Edgar moved to block his view. "Ah ah. No peeking, Cass. I have a feeling you’re not going to be happy once Lucian gets back." Edgar had a sharp edge to his voice still. Cass was still in trouble. Fuck.

Lucian finally came back, and when Cass saw what he had brought with him, Edgar was right.

The fuckers had grabbed a mirror. A mirror! What the fuck did they need a mirror for? Not only that, it was the same fucking mirror that Lucian had used previously to show Cass his-

"What the hell are you doing?" Cass asked, sounding a little on the shrill side. Lucian’s grin was full of pure deviousness.

"Why, we’re going to show you exactly what we see. How pretty, handsome and attractive you are." Lucian’s eyes curled with a smile, and Cass felt his breath catch as he stared at the reptilian gaze. It should have been hard to read, but Cass could tell exactly what the other man was thinking.

He was cornering Cass in a way that made Cass want to scream. But it was clear, from the way that the two of them were looking at him, they certainly did want him to scream. They just had different ideas about kind of screaming that was.

"W-What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are you doing? Lucian, where are you setting that up? Why is that facing the bed?" Cass felt the words stumble out of his mouth, panic filling him as he watched Lucian use his magic to balance the mirror perfectly to reflect Edgar and Cass back on the bed. Cass watched as his red eyes practically matched the colour of his face.

"This is going to take a little adjusting to." Edgar murmured, but the pleased smile on his face told a completely different story. He was loving this moment, and when Lucian popped himself down on the bed so that he could see himself in the mirror as well, he smiled at the sight of the three of them on the bed.

Then, he turned to Cass, a hand coming down on Cass’ ankle. He gave a squeeze.

"Alright, hand him over, Eddie. We need to get him juuuuuust right." Lucian’s laughter following his words was dark and Cass flushed. Edgar climbed off of Cass’ lap, leaning in and pressing a kiss against his lips.

"You aren’t escaping from us, Baby." Edgar whispered against his lips and Cass shivered. He was in deep, deep trouble.

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Cass wiggled, the feeling of two different hands on his skin making Cass slightly uncomfortable. Made all the more uncomfortable by the simple fact that Cass had been stripped of his own clothes and positioned like a damn doll in front of the mirror that Lucian had set up.

He couldn’t even protest because the whole time that they had undressed him, Cass had been stroked, kissed and petted through every uncomfortable moment. Lucian and Edgar both wouldn’t shut up either.

Cass’ ears burned from the words that they had said to him. Things that Cass couldn’t even repeat again in his own damn mind. Cass’ heart raced, his body feeling tingly. His damn cock was twitching, so damn eager for anything to touch him. Touch it.

The worst part?

Lucian and Edgar had a rotating hand that would hold onto Cass’ throat, making sure that he was unable to take his gaze away from the two touching him. The hands against his skin, the way that his damn nipples perked up as Edgar and Lucian rubbed their fingers against them, teasing them.

Cass was previously unaware of how sensitive they had been, not something he had been aware of from his heat, but now? Edgar and Lucian were tickled, their faces flushed, their hands firm and gripping as they rubbed and plucked. Cass couldn’t believe how many times those damn hands had snuck down to his cock before they moved back up. He was sure he was going to have abs from that action alone.

They rubbed against his arms, wrists, each individual finger. Their hands never stopped fucking wandering. Edgar found a small freckle pattern on the back of his shoulder, near his hero mark. Both Edgar and Lucian seemed to be paying that particular mark quite a lot of attention as well, and Cass? Cass was finding out that it was far more sensitive than he had given consideration before.

He was doing his best to keep it under wraps, but he was getting dizzy from their attention. He was pretty sure he wasn’t that great at hiding how much pleasure he got from their touch either.

Lucian and Edgar had slowly worked Cass up into a fever pitch, his body so hot and bothered that he was like a damn wiggly worm against their warm bodies. His thighs were spread open, his body on full damn display for the whole world to see. The only thing that made this moment worse for him was the fact that both Edgar and Lucian were fully fucking clothed.

Cass was the only one without a lick of clothing on.

"I want to murder you." Cass promised them. Lucian pressed a wet kiss against his throat, making Cass flinch.

"You don’t mean that." He purred, his turn on Cass’ throat to keep him staring at himself. "Look at how pretty you are. What a nice shade of pink you’re turning. Your skin is so pale that any little touch leaves it this pretty pink shade. Right, Edgar?" Lucian turned his gaze towards Edgar, who had dropped his fangs. He’d dragged them across Cass’ skin, teasing him. He’d made Cass remember what it had felt to have those fangs in his skin. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

What kind of pleasure that would fill him if he sunk his fangs in his skin again. It was a completely different kind of edging, and honestly? Cass was so damn frustrated he could cry.

"Do you know how pretty you are now, Cass?" Edgar asked, his voice cloyingly sweet. A voice Cass had heard before, had heard a lot tonight, actually. Cass almost didn’t want to hear it again.

"This is torture." Cass argued, his voice weak. Lucian chuckled.

"That’s not an answer. We have allll night, Cass. Neither Edgar nor I really need sleep." Lucian threatened and Cass shivered.

He stared at the flushed, pale man with red eyes and white hair reflected back at him. He was skinny, but not as skinny as he had first been. He looked...almost healthy, almost better. His lips were flushed, his body was twisting and turning as the hands kept teasing and touching him. His lips were...okay. His nose...fine. His facial shape had changed as he’d gotten plumper. He looked thin still, like his body couldn’t maintain a damn muscle.

Cass still couldn’t find what they found pretty about this body. He had no clue what it was, and that was the most frustrating part of the whole thing. This torture wasn’t going to end and damnit, Cass just wanted to cum!