The doors leading to the tunnel swung open, drawing Apollo’s attention. He fought the urge to smile when he saw Blaz stomping through them, a male on a mission.
“You and me. We need to talk,” the male barked.
Apollo was aware of his sister getting to her feet, then muttering something about going to do another count in the stock room before leaving them alone.
Placing his hands on his hips, Apollo smirked. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
“Fuck you,” Blaz growled, moving closer until they were nearly toe to toe. “What is it you’re after, angel?”
Apollo held up his hands. “I’m as innocent as the day I was born.”
“Innocent, my fucking ass.”
He noticed the male had the mouth of a sailor, as the humans liked to say. Seemed he was rather fond of using the f-word to add flair to his vocabulary. Personally, Apollo found it hot, though he couldn’t say why that was.
“I told you what I wanted, Blaz. Whenever you’re ready.”
The sexy vampire stepped closer, his eyes narrowed. “No, you said the offer stands.”
“It does.”
The male’s voice lowered. “And what offer might that be?”
Two could play this game. Apollo leaned forward, closing the distance between their mouths. “Whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“You mean whatever I’m willing to take,” Blaz countered.
Apollo chuckled. “If that’s how you want to play it, I’m game.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Prove it,” Blaz growled.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Apollo knew Blaz was expecting him to be rough, which was the reason he held himself back. Instead of slamming his lips over Blaz’s and thrusting his tongue inside him, he used a different tack. Canting his head slightly, he let his lips brush the vampire’s. They were warm and softer than he’d expected. He nipped Blaz’s lush lower lip, then licked the sting away as he slid his hand behind Blaz’s head and pulled him closer. Their mouths fused for an instant, and just as he’d expected, Blaz took over.
The soft growl that sounded in his chest was the prelude to what would likely be the most intense kiss of Apollo’s existence. He was momentarily stunned when Blaz licked his way inside him, slowly, surely. There was no hesitance, no uncertainty. He knew exactly what he wanted, and Apollo gave it back to him in spades.
The next thing he knew, Apollo was pinned against one of the closed doors, the vampire’s big body pressed against him, Blaz’s hips gyrating as he ground against him. Apollo hadn’t expected it, honestly. The males he’d been with always looked to Apollo to take the lead. That certainly wasn’t the case here. Blaz had no problem taking the reins, and Apollo had no problem handing them over.
Fuck.
Yeah, there he went using Blaz’s favorite word.
The kiss ignited, tongues thrashing as Apollo held Blaz to him. What he noticed was that Blaz never touched him. Not with his hands. He kept those down to his sides while his tongue brutally worked him over. It was shocking and oddly erotic for some reason, although he would’ve preferred the male’s hands on him.
Then it ended abruptly when Blaz pulled out of his grasp, stepping back. Those odd colorless eyes met his and held for the longest seconds of Apollo’s life.
“Don’t fuck with me, healer,” Blaz hissed. “I don’t appreciate it.”
For whatever reason, he couldn’t find words. His voice didn’t work, so he simply stared back.
And when Blaz spun around and stormed out the way he’d come, Apollo had to take a moment to gain his composure.
What.
