The feral growl made him harden even further. There was an unpredictability just below the smooth surface of Russell Wallace, he was learning. Being so disciplined and controlled himself, normally Carrick mistrusted the wildness in the nature of werewolves, but with this man, it was exciting.
"And if I fought back?" he gasped, eyes glassy with need, entire body tense, hips thrusting into the air. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? you don't want submission. You want a battle."