There was a clear connection between Russ and his slave, Carrick thought as he watched them. More than the bond of a master and his submissive boy - there was a true tenderness there. How easily Russell had captured the boy's heart, he thought.
Carrick hardened with the stimulation of watching his lover's erection being slowly licked and caressed. He was eager to see more. "Very good. Such a lovely mouth..."
The vampire began to undress himself as he watched, baring his moonlight-pale skin to Russ' gaze.
When he was naked, Carrick stood and stepped noiselessly forwards, his eyes fixed on Russell's own. He leaned in and drew the other man's mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss. One hand ran down Russell's chest and stomach to Rafe's head, where his fingers splayed out against the slave's scalp, pushing his face more tightly against Russ' groin and forcing the slave to take the whole length of Russ' erection deep between his lips.
"Fuck his throat," Carrick murmured against Russell's lips. "Own him, my love. My wolf-prince. I want to watch you show him you're truly his Master."