The challenge led an instinctual snarl to raise to Carrick's lips, but for once his hunger for completion outweighed his hunger for dominance.
The image from Russ' final words finally tipped him over the edge. He gave a wordless, strangled cry as his orgasm finally overtook him; coming hard into his own hard, so hard that he almost saw white.
Little by little, his every muscle relaxed until he lay bonelessly back against the velvet sofa, eyes closed, breathing hard.
"Thank you," he said softly. "That was... indescribably good."