The vampire let his hands wander from the dark hair down the werewolf's strong features, stroking his jawline. "I meant more who are you that you can make desire overrride duty..." It was no good. He couldn't help himself. He surged forwards again, kissing the werewolf hard and deep, though slower this time.
"Carrick," he murmured, his mouth lifting hardly long enough to speak. "My name is Carrick."
The next kiss was almost brutal in its intensity, slow and hard. He took the werewolf's lower lips between his teeth and bit down, stopping just short of breaking the skin.