“Feel interested to me,” Apollo countered.
Not liking the fact that Apollo was fucking with him, Blaz quickly moved away, shifting to settle the fucking steel pipe that had grown between his legs.
“That’s him,” he told Apollo. “Not me.”
The male’s dark, rumbling laugh had Blaz’s cock pulsing.
“I saw you with Elina earlier,” Blaz snarled. “Don’t play me, healer.”
Apollo stood tall, his broad shoulders squaring as he approached. “No one’s playing here.”
Blaz recalled the way Apollo had been talking to the Fae earlier. The two of them had looked mighty cozy down in the infirmary when Blaz had come through.
Not willing to back down, he faced off with the male. “I’m not sure I’m your type.”
Those pale blue eyes raked over him. “You’re definitely my type.”
“So you swing both ways?”
Apollo met his stare head on. “I tend to go after what intrigues me.”
“Yeah, well, you’re notmytype.”
Another laugh rumbled in the space between them, and Blaz forced himself to back away. He had no desire to get into it with the healer. Last thing Blaz needed was to cozy up to an angel. He had better things to do with his time, thank you very much.
Turning his attention back to the game, Blaz lined up his next shot. Sank it. Then another. And another. He let his frustration fuel him as he put all the solids in the pockets, then followed it by sinking the eight ball. When he was finished, he put his stick back on the holder on the wall.
“It’s inevitable,” Apollo said, stepping up behind him, crowding him between his hard body and the wall.
“Only in your dreams,” Blaz retorted.
Warm breath fanned his neck when Apollo said, “Don’t I know it.”
“Notice I saidyourdreams, not mine.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, vampire.”
Blaz knew his body was betraying him as he swayed on his feet.
“Whenever you’re ready, the offer stands,” Apollo rasped, his lips barely brushing Blaz’s neck.
“I’m not sure you can handle me,” he shot off, locking his knees to keep from falling.
“I’m willing to find out if you are.”
Spinning around, he was nearly nose to nose with the male. Blaz was a few inches taller, his shoulders broader, his body bigger, but there was something about the damn angel that made him feel small in comparison. He wasn’t sure what it was, perhaps the dominating personality or the anticipation glittering in those baby blues. Whatever it was, Blaz wasn’t willing to bite.
Not yet.
“Same thing you told Elina earlier?” he snapped.
“Maybe.”
Blaz smirked, but it wasn’t from amusement. “Perhaps you should go find her.”
“Perhaps.” Apollo stepped forward until their chests were pressed together. “But maybe I prefer a challenge.”
Leaning in, Blaz let his lips hover over the angel’s. “Well, then I hope you enjoy your hand.”
