Carrick shivered at the wonderful tightness of his lover's body; at the contract between the tight embrace of the hot channel around his cock and the inability for Russ to move his arms and legs to embrace Carrick with the rest of him.
To see his lover bound like this, for his pleasure, was intoxicating. He leaned forward for a ravenously deep kiss, forcing the other man's mouth open and gasping against his lips.
"Submit to me, Russell - completely. I can show you so much. Pleasure and pain you've never known. I want to chain you, whip you until you bleed and then lick the blood from your back. I want to make you rage with the pain of it, then unchain you and take all the fury of an alpha wolf as you fall on me and fuck me raw."
He kissed his lover again, thrusting ever deeper, ever harder. "I need you, Russell. I've waited centuries for a man like you. My wolf-prince. My love."
His fingers buried themselves in Russ' hair, yanking his head back to expose the other man's throat, fangs ready to pierce the warm flesh as soon as he felt his lover's body convulse with approaching climax.
"I'm going to come inside you, Russell. Fill you with my seed even as I drink down your life-essence."