The scent of his own blood sent a tremor of desire through the vampire, the entrance to his body squeezing tight around the hard length that filled him.
Carrick plunged his hands into the werewolf's thick dark hair as the warm lip caught his again, and he answered with a deep and demanding kiss.
"Give me your throat," he gasped, raising his legs higher and tightening them around Russell's waist to allow the other man to fuck him even more deeply than before. "I want to drink from you. Want you to feel my teeth in your neck as you come."