Carrick was somewhat relieved that Russ had asked him inside; as a vampire he could not enter the other man;s home until specifically invited.
"Glad to," he answered, stepping over the threshold. He glanced around at the high ceilinged, comfortably rustic interior. The walls seemed to actually have made of giant wooden stakes. Lovely.
His mood lifted a little when he looked at the other man. The tightness of the T-shirt made his powerful arms and shoulders look even more heavily muscled. He wondered what the extent of the other man's strength was, and if the werewolf could hold him down if he fought back with all his strength. It would be enjoyable to find out...
The vampire turned around and pressed a quick but firm kiss to Russell's mouth. "You look delicious," he said.