Carrick leaned over him, pushing Samandriel's legs roughly apart. "I expect your Master will be more interested to hear that you volunteered to strip yourself naked for me... how eager you were to bare yourself."
He let his fangs lengthen and his eyes to grow dark, black blood welling up in the veins under his eyes. He reached up with one hand and caught a handful of golden hair, yanking Samandriel's head back to expose his throat. Carrick's head bent and his open mouth hovered over the soft skin, fangs dragging over the pale surface. "Or you can submit and say nothing. Think of this as a taste of what's to come."