Carrick threw his lover a dark glance, shaking his head slightly. "Later," he promised vengefully.
He pulled Russell's arm towards him and sank his teeth into the proffered wrist, too desperate to be careful. He groaned as the first mouthful of blood flowed down his throat, the heat of his lover's blood burning him further even as his body absorbed it and began to heal. His knees buckled and he fell heavily against his lover, mouth still clamped hard to the bleeding wrist, taking in deep draughts of blood.