Carrick privately thought that he would never hear the end of it from Karena if he came home with his clothes torn to pieces and the scent of a werewolf's lust on him.
He smiled at the offer of a bed in Russell's basement. "I'd like that." He gathered his now-useless clothes and folded them over one arm, taking Russell's hand with the other. "I hope there's time for a shower before morning, I'm filthy. And not in the good way." He lifted Russ' hand to his lips in a brief kiss. "Lead on, my Prince."