And that was exactly what this male was about to do, because Blaz damn sure wasn’t going to be on his knees. Not in this nasty fucking place.
Sure, on the surface it didn’t seem all that bad, but if you looked closely at the Dungeon … yeah, never mind. Blaz had no desire to take a close look at anything. And it wasn’t that he was a germaphobe. No, it was more like he tended not to hang out with the dregs of society, and that was what he saw no matter which direction he looked. Then again, Darko was here and that male was the lowest of scum. Fucking traitor.
“Did I say you could touch me?” Blaz barked as he peered down at the vampire kneeling a few feet in front of him.
Those dark brown eyes glittered with interest, but he’d expected no less. It wasn’t difficult to sniff out a submissive vampire. They weren’t all that rare these days. Nor were they any sort of challenge.
Had it not been for the fact they needed a distraction and right now Darko had his full attention on what Blaz was about to do, he would’ve weaved his way straight for the front door.
Except they were here on a mission, and if they never had to step foot in this place again, it would be too fucking soon.
Because he wasn’t an idiot, Blaz slid a piece of metal into the locking mechanism to ensure he didn’t find himself trapped in this shitty titanium-lined box. No doubt one of Darko’s tricks to keep vampires inside if he chose to keep them there.
Pretending to take a moment to get himself prepared for what was to come, Blaz went for a stroll around the six-by-six cell, scanning the bars, the floor, the single wall on the back. He noticed the perfect spot to set his camera, but he knew he couldn’t simply pin it in place without drawing some unnecessary attention. Instead, he turned around and leaned against the wall.
“Crawl over here,” he commanded the male.
On all fours, the vampire cleared the distance between them.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Blaz instructed the male. “And don’t move them.”
He got a nod in response.
Much to his dismay, Blaz noticed they’d garnered a small audience outside the cage. The only reason he didn’t snap at the assholes to mind their own fucking business was because Darko had taken to watching as well, his female standing at his side, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“Open your mouth wide,” Blaz commanded, leveling the male with a stare as he blocked out the rest of the eyes on them.
The male’s lips parted, his mouth opening.
“Wider. What do you think I am?”
Those dark eyes sparkled in anticipation.
With a sharp exhale, Blaz made quick work of freeing his cock from his jeans. On a good day, he wasn’t an exhibitionist. However, he couldn’t deny he wasn’t in the market for a blow job. As it was, he didn’t have many options when it came to interactions at the Lair. Not unless he wanted to get horizontal with one of the angels, and truth was, there was only one who interested him.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” Blaz growled as he guided his cock past those wide lips. “And don’t use your fucking teeth.”
Fuck.
Those lips wrapped around him tightly, sucking him in deep. The heat alone took him from semi-hard to steel in seconds. It was all Blaz could do to keep himself upright against the wall as he closed his eyes and envisioned another mouth on him. This one belonging to a ridiculously sexy healer. What it was about Apollo, Blaz didn’t know, but from the second he’d been introduced to the male, he’d had some wicked hot fantasies about what it would be like to be pinned down by him. Or being the one doing the pinning. Either way. Blaz didn’t care which. Top, bottom. There was equal pleasure to be had, so he didn’t necessarily have a preference.
Here, in this seedy brothel disguised as a nightclub, Blaz didn’t have the luxury of preference, so he welcomed those fantasies. Behind his closed eyelids, he could practically see those pale blue irises staring up at him as he thrust his cock deep into that luscious mouth. Thankfully, the mouth currently latched on to him wasn’t all that bad. The male knew how to work him without using his hands, and Blaz was all about helping him along, punishing the male’s throat with hard, forceful thrusts.
All the while, he pretended Apollo was bringing him to orgasm. Apollo was sucking him harder, deeper, faster, taking everything Blaz wanted to give him and then some.
It was all he could do to focus, to remember that Mirakel was somewhere in the club putting those damn cameras up. He had no idea how long it would take, but he hoped not too long, because those damn fantasies were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Take all of me,” Blaz growled as he held himself still, his back settling against the wall so he could slide his hands behind him and work the last camera into the crevice he’d located.
The male before him pushed up on his knees and leaned forward, taking Blaz to the hilt. When the vampire swallowed around the head, he groaned roughly.
“Suck me,” he bellowed, finally getting the camera to stay put behind him.
With his mission accomplished, Blaz held on for a few more minutes, scanning the interior for Mirakel. He finally found the male in the far corner near the door. A curt nod was all he received to let him know he’d completed his tasks as well.
Because he’d started the show, he figured he had to finish it. So when that head began to bob enthusiastically, Blaz reached down and threaded his hands in the thick black hair. Only he imagined the male was a blond as he began to impale that mouth. And when he came, he bit his lower lip to keep from shouting Apollo’s name. He seriously doubted it would mean a fucking thing to anyone, but still. It was probably best he kept his infatuation to himself.
Shoving the male away, Blaz quickly tucked his spent cock back in his jeans, righted his shirt, and headed for the door. He heard the click before he reached it, then smiled up at Darko as he pushed the door and it came free.
