He let out a strangled cry, but let Carrick do what he needed. The blood loss wouldn't kill him, he knew. And he could endure the pain. Russell told himself to consider it a penance for Noctis being stupid.
Maybe Carrick was right and this relationship, whatever you wanted to call it, was going to end up being bad for them. Russell was beyond thinking clearly now and was starting to reach a state of euphoria. He heard a pitiful whimper coming from someone, then realized it was him making the noise.