"Yes," Samandriel said, breath hot against the vampire's lips as he sped up only enough to push them over the edge, back arching as he claimed Carrick in the only way he was capable of claiming anyone like this. His brother had been right. At the heart of it, no plans for revenge, no anger or soul deep wound would overtake or even corrupt his fundamental Goodness.
He came with a shuddering breath that spread through his wings and down his spine, forehead pressed against the vampire's while his hand kept moving over the thick, cool cock that had spent most of the last day and change trying to tear him apart.
"Beautiful," he whispered again once he could manage words. "Perfect like this for me."