Carrick cried out again as Russ' teeth found purchase in his neck, a muffled curse that mingled with a groan of pleasure. The jaws clamped around the back of his neck were a warning to remain still, but Carrick was no wolf, much less an omega. He struggled against the powerful bite, only succeeding in worsening the wound and bleeding more heavily in the seconds it took before the bit marks started to close.
He shuddered again when he finally managed to take hold of his own cock, squeezing and pumping himself, eyes closed as Russ continued to pound into him with viciously hard strokes, pressing against the most sensitive spot inside him with every single thrust.