Carrick gave a dark smile at the thought of driving his lover to the edge of utter abandon before freeing him and letting the wolf claim him. he vampire was a patient man. There was so much he could do to sharpen his lover's desire before setting him free. The vicious sting from the very tip of a bullwhip... the glassy hot pain of a knife point drawn down the most sensitive spots on inner thighs and elbows... the fiery agony of a leather cat o nine tails swung with brutal force against the hard muscles of his lover's back.
Carrick gave a low laugh at the flash of red. "The night before the Moon," he suggested. "The night after the solstice. One of the darkest, longest nights of the year. It seems fitting. "His voice dropped at he pressed a slow kiss to Russ' open mouth. "And it will be a very long night, my love."
The vampire shifted his hips a little, pressing back against Russ' own. The quickness with which Russ recovered from their rougher pleasures never stopped delighting him.
Carrick took Russ' jaw in his hand and tilted his head back once more, lapping up the last sticky drops of blood from the now-healed skin. His lover's chest and stomach were still glistening with the evidence of Russell's release, but watching Mika attend to that could be a diverting way to start the night's pleasures again.
"Share him, yes. I want to watch you use him, to command him to abase himself, to bring you any pleasure you want. Make him submit to us both - make him our slut, our plaything. I want us to fuck him together. Make him serve and pleasure and worship us." His voice dropped to a smoky murmur, "I want him to suck us together, and for our come to mingle in his mouth. I want to fill him utterly, force him to take both of us inside him at once so I can feel your cock rub against mine inside his body."
Carrick quickly sent a text to his new slave, telling the boy to come to the bedroom. "You'll have no need for clothes," he wrote. "I want you naked but for your collar and lead."
Allowing Russell a few moments more to recover from the blood loss, Carrick busied himself unfastening the remaining knots in the rope and coiling it by the side of the bed. After cleaning himself in the bathroom, he slipped on a heavy dark silk dressing gown to await his slave's arrival.