Carrick gasped at the suddenly burning pain as Russ forced his way into him. It felt incredible; the heat of it, the way his lover was unafraid to be as rough and hungry as Carrick craved him to be.
Although he was pinned to the ground and taken hard, his attitude was far from submission. The vampire gloried in the strength and power of the other man, his hips jerking backwards to meet every brutal thrust, his gasps turning to a strangled cry as Russell drove into him without mercy.
He tried to push himself up from the ground, but Russ's full weight was on him, holding him down. The claws at his shoulders were a piercing, hot pain, and he loved every moment of it.