Carrick stroked Russell's cheek, tracing the shape of his lips. "What else does it mean, for a werewolf to take a mate?" he questioned. He was not sure how to continue. "I've heard that often, especially with Alphas... that they mate for life." He met Russ' gaze. "Is that true?"
A faint smile appeared on the pale lips and he leaned closer, brushing his lips over Russell's ear. "Anything you want," he promised. "Anything you've dreamed of."
Carrick moved slowly atop his lover once more, body pressed tightly against the other man's as he leaned down for a slow, deep kiss. He drew Russ' tongue into his mouth, sucking on it lightly.
"I could tie you down again." he murmured. "Wrists and ankles cuffed and chained. I'd suck you; take you all the way into my throat and let you fuck my mouth... your cock the only part of you that could move." He kissed Russ again. "I could stretch you out and fill you with a plug. Something that vibrated inside you and put a tight ring on your cock so that it kept you on the edge of climax, maybe for hours on end. And I'd touch myself while you watched... let my hands pretend to be your hands, caressing me all over."
He began to move his hips against Russell's in a slow, deep grind. "I could use a whip to make you scream in pain and in pleasure at the same time. I could hurt you in ways you'd never thought you'd come to love."
Suddenly and without warning, Carrick wrapped his arms around Russell and flipped them over so that Russ was on top of him. "Or I could let you take me... any way you anted. Lie pliant beneath you and offer you my throat." He tipped back his head. "And give myself to you completely."