Carrick felt his own sex harden as Samandriel offered his surrender. The submission of a beautiful young slave boy was one of the few pleasures in his long, long life that had never lost its savour.
He blinked slowly, veiling his pale gaze, his voice quiet.
"I imagine they wrote songs to praise your beauty, and wooed you with honeyed wine. You've fallen a long way, haven't you, Samadriel?"
The vampire's fingers pushed aside Samandriel's collar, inching it as far down the boy's neck as it could go, in order to leave his throat exposed.
"You'll see what a Spartan's pleasure can be. Have no fear of that. But not tonight." He met the boy's eyes. "I intend to see you again, Samandriel."
He pulled the slave's head back. "But for now..."
Carrick's open mouth pressed to the slave's throat and his teeth flicked out as fast and sharp as knives. They pierced the tender muscle of the slave's throat and hot blood gushed into the vampire's mouth. He groaned quietly at the sensation of the boy's very lifeforce flooding through him, warming every inch of his undead flesh.