When he was completely naked, the vampire lay still, watching Russell through shadowed eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothing.
The other man's body was glorious - heavily muscled all over, with strong thighs and narrow hips, his heavy cock already hard, jutting from a tangle of dark hair.
Carrick reached out a hand to draw the werewolf closer. It wasn't often that he bedded someone who could match his own strength; who could both give and take the roughest of caresses without the injuries they would cause to a mortal lover. He knew instinctively that this man could give him all that he craved and more.