Carrick's mouth moved closer to the slave's throat his lips parting, cool breath fanning across the pale skin. "True," he murmured, pale eyes heavy-lidded. "Not my property at all. If you tell me who you belong to and what you are, I may decide to do without supper... for the moment."
He let the very tip of his tongue snake out and touch the vein he could sense pulsing hard under the beautiful ivory skin of the slave's neck. "Or do you want this, boy?"