Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Carrick blinked slowly, his pale eyes hooded for a moment as he envisioned watching Russ fuck the slave while he himself watched; thought of how the slave would writhe and moan as the alpha werewolf took his ferocious pleasure. The picture was riveting.
He gave a dark, tiny smile as Hermes attempted to persuade him to make a private deal. "I'm aware of it." One hand cupped the back of Hermes' neck and he leaned forwards, voice dropping to little more than a whisper. "Don't play with me, boy. I can't believe I'm the first man today to be caught by your beauty. But I am a disciplined man. I will not be ruled by my desires."
He looked into Hermes' eyes for a long moment, then released him. "That said, it would, as you say, be foolish to leave you to Fortune."