Liam's shirt fell to the floor and he watched hungrily as Ainsley shed himself of his shirt also. The man was attractive, certainly, and there was something about him that had Liam near shivering in anticipation. His fangs were all but itching to come out and burst Ainsley's skin, the warm blood flowing over his tongue.
However, the portraits on the wall caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. While Ainsley worked on his belt and jeans, Liam couldn't help but look closer at them. There were more than a couple of a charming little blonde girl, and Liam was suddenly struck with the urge to find her. Children were the best; their blood was the most pure he'd ever tasted.
He was drug back to reality as Ainsley succeeded and he stepped out of his jeans. Liam moved forward quickly to strip the other bloke of the remainder of his clothing.