He grunted when Apollo’s hand slid between their bodies, grazing Blaz’s cock.
“At least he’s hopeful,” the healer whispered, his mouth now dangerously close to Blaz’s. “Would you like me to help you with that?”
Fuck, yes. “No.”
The doc chuckled and the sound went right fucking through him. How was it the male could be that damn cocky and still be sexy? It defied logic. Blaz had never been into arrogant males, yet here he was.
The lips that crashed into his were hard and insistent and so fucking good, Blaz was suddenly grateful for the stone at his back. Otherwise, he might’ve been on his ass, his legs kicked right out from under him.
By some strange stroke of luck, Blaz managed not to topple them both as he grabbed for Apollo, jerking him closer, their tongues battling for supremacy. He hadn’t meant to touch him, shocked by the feeling as much as his desire to do it. But it was when Apollo nipped his lower lip that shit got real. That spark of pain lit Blaz up from the inside out, gave him half the mind to go to his knees right here and show the sexy healer just what he was capable of.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” Apollo whispered.
Blaz jerked back, his skull making contact with the wall. He glared at the healer as he rubbed his head. “Get outta my head, healer.”
That hand that had grazed him a minute ago dipped into the waistband of Blaz’s jeans, those deft fingers brushing the head of his cock.
“How about this head? Have any demands for me to stay away from it?”
What the fuck had he been thinking coming down here?
Oh, wait. He hadn’t been thinking. Not with the rational side of his body, anyway.
“Say the word,” Apollo growled.
“Not worried someone might see us?”
“Not even a little. You scared?”
Was he? Blaz wasn’t sure how to answer that question. He’d never much cared for exhibitionism, but it wasn’t like he was opposed to it. When it came to sex, he took it how it came. But for some fucked-up reason, he didn’t want to exploit whatever this was that was happening between them. The thought of someone seeing Apollo with his cock down his throat… Nope. Nuh-uh. And it had nothing to do with him worrying about someone learning he was gay. That shit was public record.
No, for some dumb-ass reason, Blaz had the strange notion to keep this between them. The only person he wanted watching the healer taking him deep in his throat was him.
He was so lost in his head, Blaz didn’t even realize Apollo had unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper.
“Not here,” Blaz snapped.
Apollo glanced both directions, then pinned him with those pale blue eyes. “Scared?”
“No.” He met that stare. “Possessive.”
That seemed to shock the healer, because Apollo took one step back, his hands falling to his sides.
“Scared?” Blaz shot back using the doc’s own word.
Apollo’s blue eyes narrowed as though he wasn’t sure what to make of this. A second later, he shook his head and turned away.
“See yourself out, vampire.”
Blaz remained where he was, fixing his jeans as he watched Apollo disappear around the corner, back where he’d come from. He was half tempted to go after him, but he’d seen that look. Apollo thought this was all fun and games.
Wasn’t it, though?
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Acadia awoke to the sound of theshutters lifting.
