The soft kisses to his neck and shoulder were unexpected as were the thanks. "Thank you for letting you come, or for giving you what you've wanted and needed all along?"
When the heat of his climax had finally faded, Carrick withdrew from Samandriel's body and rolled onto his back. He slid an arm around the boy, drawing him close and letting him rest on the vampire's shoulder for a long, silent moment.
"Do you truly hate all Spartans?" he asked.
Carrick wanted to know so much about everything Samandriel had seen and experienced over the thousands of years of his existence, but he hardly knew how to begin asking. He tilted Samandriel's chin up to face him, his grip more gentle than it had been ay any point yet that night, but still strong with the unmistakeable air of authority.