"Carrick," he breathed against the slave's throat. "My name is Lord Carrick."
The vampire tightened his grip on Samandriels sex, squeezing and stroking him harder. When he was sure the flow of blood from the slaves throat had stopped completely, he raised his head and licked his lips, savouring every last drop of the sweet and coppery tang.
"Please what, little eromenos? Thee movements of his hand began to quicken, intent on bringing the boy to completion.