Carrick's cool hands stroked through Samandriel's soft hair, caressed his jaw, his neck and shoulders. His own sex was growing ever harder as he watched the two slaves move together. A low and vicious chuckle rumbled in his throat as Samandriel head turned towards his own cock.
"You want to taste it, slave? You will. Later. You'll swallow me down, every inch of me."
His hands moved lower, circling and stroking the pebbled nipples, his eyes still on the delicious sight of Hermes fucking himself over and over again on Samandriel's hard length.
The vampire caught hold of both Samandriel's wrists and drew his hands up by his head, preventing the angel from touching the other slave, holding him fast in an iron grip.
"Faster," he ordered. "Harder. And touch yourself while you ride him. "