Carrick yanked Hermes' legs apart then took the fae's jaw firmly in his hand, forcing Hermes to look at him. His voice was low and vicious. "No. Whores get paid. Slaves merely submit."
He forced his mouth down over Hermes' in a crushing, ravenous kiss, then drew back only long enough to unfasten his trousers and push them down over his hips.
"You know that I love you," he growled. "I've given you everything you could ever want. But I'm not letting you cross the Styx. You are mine, Hermes, and you are staying mine."
Without warning or preparation he surged forwards, his cock filling the Fae's body completely with a punishingly hard thrust