Carrick could feel how close his lover was to the edge of climax. It may only have been a few short months Russell had been in his bed, but the shared intimacy they had found in that time was undeniable. Carrick was beginning to feel as though he knew the other man's body even better than his own. He had learned every muscle, every line. He had mapped Russ' body with his tongue and hands and lips, and now he was guiding the other man into a new and darker kind of pleasure, those lessons still held true.
The trembling in the taut muscles was the last sign that Russ was about to find hims completion. Tightening his fingers in the thick dark hair, he wrenched the werewolf's head back even further until he could almost see the pulse beating hard int the warm throat. With a wordless sound of desperate hunger, Carrick's fangs tore into the waiting flesh, the hot blood splashing dark and rich into his mouth.