"Oh no, he still had a few more years alive while I was in this country before I returned to tear his heart out of his chest." He countered smoothly. He didn't care that others of his kind saw his act as unforgivable. He felt no remorse or shame for his actions and no one, not even this ancient vampire would make him feel differently.
Mika bit back the needling comment that he had already had such mundane actions done to him before. He had promise Willard that he would keep his smart mouth under control. Still, even though it had been done before, that didn't mean that the dhampir didn't enjoy it. The thought still had him painfully hard as Carrick pulled him to his feet and bent him over the arm of the chair.
A cry tore through Mika's lips as the ancient's cock filled him with no warning and no preparation. His nails dug into the fabric of the chair as his body arched into the movement. The burning, tearing sensation rolled over him in waves, fueling the pleasure he already felt.