One of Carrick's hands closed on the back of Russell's neck, holding his head in place while he continued to kiss the werewolf breathless.
Carrick wasn't used to picking up strange men in the street - it was rare at all for him to sleep with free Supernatural men. Voracious as hewas for pretty slave boys, the majority of his relationships and one-night encounters were with vampire women and witches.
They were along way from either Carrick's home, or from any hotel. In any case, it didn't seem as if either of them could wait that long.
"And have your fellow club members interrupt us? No." A dark, predatory smile spread across Carrick's lips. "I want you all to myself."
He glanced behind him at the abandoned warehouse, then back at Russell, his pale eyes hungry.