Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
The slave had a wonderful figure, lean and toned and perfectly proportioned. The skin of his bare chest was deliciously smooth. The vampire ached to touch it. Yielding to temptation, he stepped forward and ran his fingertips over the warm skin, then placed his palm flat on Hermes' chest, feeling his heart beat strong under his hand.
" A fae," he remarked. "That explains it. I'm sure you've been told this before, but you're bewitching... your scent in particular.
Lord Carrick was not a man given to rash decisions, but although he had not come to the auction with a view to purchase, the thought of a half fae in his bed was not a proposition to turn down.
"You asked me what you should call me. If I'm lucky,by the end of the night you'll be calling me Master."