Brock Sanchez lay sprawled on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t actually see the eggshell white paint, though. Instead, he pictured Garner Vorzman kneeling at his feet and sucking his cock like a damn hoover. He didn’t need to imagine the feel of his hot mouth wrapped around him or the look of pleasure on the lean vampire’s face. He could remember it, because he’d experienced it before.

Groaning, Brock allowed his eyelids to slide closed as he remembered that night almost six months ago.

He’d been sitting at the dining room table between two sexy vampire chicks, trying to decide which one he wanted to bed more. They had both been willing and had even hinted at doing him together, but Brock wasn’t into ménages. He’d tried it a couple of times in the past and found he preferred the one on one experience.

Even with two hot women vying for his attention, for some reason, Brock had found his gaze straying to a pale, blond male sitting across from him. He’d even found his neck heating in a blush—not something he did very often. When he’d locked gazes with the hazel-eyed male, he just couldn’t help responding to the intense lust and promise in his gaze.

Brock had ended up excusing himself and heading to the bathroom. After splashing water on his face, he’d stared in the mirror at himself. He’d tried to figure out what the hell was going on with himself. He had two gorgeous women wanting to sleep with him, and he was fixated on some pale blond man?

What the fuck?

Growling under his breath, Brock had pushed away from the sink and turned toward the door. He’d been ready to banish his odd infatuation with the man by returning to the table and taking the brunette up on her offer. While Brock had found himself attracted to men on occasion, he’d never acted on it—or even told his friends—and he didn’t plan to start.

Except, when Brock had turned to face the door, the blond man had been standing just inside the door. His mouth had gaped open in surprise. When the man had offered him a feral grin, showing off his fangs, Brock had actually backed up a step. He hadn’t backed down from a challenge in years, but this man—vampire—had him more than a little confused.

And extremely aroused.

The vampire had growled softly. His eyes had taken on a pale red tint as he’d stalked slowly forward. “You were flirting with the wrong person out there, Brock Sanchez,” he’d growled.

“You know my name?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Brock had known it was a lame thing to say. Racking his mind quickly, he’d held up his hand and stated, “I’m not gay.”

Scoffing, the vampire had smirked as he closed the remaining few steps between them. He’d gripped Brock’s hand with his own, massaging his palm sensuously with his thumb. With his other hand, the vampire had cupped Brock’s dick through his jeans, causing him to gasp.

“You can claim whatever you wish, Brock,” he’d murmured softly. “But this—” he’d squeezed Brock’s shaft, “—does not lie.” He had pulled their combined hands to his chest, then had flattened Brock’s palm to his chest. “Do not deny the pleasure we will find together.”

“Wh-Who are you?”

“My name is Garner Vorzman, Brock,” the vampire had replied. “I want to take you to my room, lie you across my bed, and suck your cock.” His voice had come out a low, seductive rumble. “Then, as you cry out in pleasure and spill your seed, I will sink my fangs into you and drink your blood.” He’d leaned close, pressing his more slender body against Brock’s broader frame. “You will come all over again. Would you like that?”

Standing at the same height as the vampire, six-foot-three, Brock had shuddered upon seeing the promise in the man’s gaze and feeling the strength in his lean frame. He’d licked his lips and had swallowed hard, trying to figure out how he’d gotten into this position. Unfortunately, it’d been damn hard to think, what with the way Garner massaged his aching cock.

“Y-Yeah,” Brock had finally stuttered, his focus fixating on the sensations pulsing through his groin. His balls were tingling, pulling tight. “Oh!” He remembered groaning, struggling not to come in his slacks.

Garner had chuckled roughly. “Hmm, you are too sexy for words,” he’d growled. “Your need calls to me as does your blood.”

To Brock’s relief—or disappointment, it was tough to tell which with how he’d been feeling—Garner had backed off. He’d moved his hand away from Brock’s groin. Taking a step backward, Garner had tightened his hold on the hand that had been resting on his chest.

“Come with me,” Garner had ordered, his soft voice full of authority.

Brock had been able to do little but obey, arousal thrumming through his system. Admittedly, he’d felt relief that Garner hadn’t led him back through the dining room. When the vampire had led him through a door and into a sitting or lounging room, he hadn’t stopped.

Moving across the space and through another door, Brock had found himself in a bedroom.

“Now,” Garner had rumbled, closing the door behind them. “Time to ease our hungers.”

Garner had lowered to his knees, opened Brock’s fly, and swallowed his cock down to the root.