Carrick wrenched his fangs free from Russell's wrist. He needed more. The red thirst was upon him, consuming him, and his mind, normally so controlled and cold and disciplined, was in a frenzy. In that moment, all that mattered was blood.
With a vicious growl, he tangled his fingers in Russ' hair, yanking his head back. Carrick sank his teeth hard into the pulsing throat, ripping his way through skin and muscle and pushing his lover down to the floor.