The dhampir wanted to growl in frustration as Carrick turned away. But as much as it frustrated him he loved it as well. He knew that he would have been considered a Master had it not been for the death of his father. And he knew more often than not Masters were the ones to give things like pain and control. But he didn't care for all of that.
When the vampire turned back and gazed at Mika with those cold and merciless eyes, another shimmer of pleasure washed over him. Standing up, Mika moved over to stand in front of him. Long and nimble fingers moved to the belt looped around his too tight jeans. Undoing the leather quickly he moved on to the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down his hips just enough to free his aching cock.