English soldier Sam Bevan lives alone in Budapest after falling victim to the bite of the vampire Istvan during the battle of the Somme 5 years previously. He watches his human friend, Stephen, happy with Istvan and longs for his own mate to ease his solitude. Into Sam’s lonely life comes the vampire Bela, a hedonistic Hungarian who takes him to an exclusive vampire club where humans pay for the privilege of being drunk from. Sam finds the whole atmosphere addictive and is soon falling for the feisty human, Janos, who makes Sam ache with forgotten desire.
Meanwhile, storm clouds are gathering on the horizon. The vampire king, Emil, was decapitated in Vienna but his body soon disappeared and Sam is uneasy about what this means. Emil couldn’t possibly return to shatter his peace and his burgeoning love, could he?
The vampire who had been drinking from Janos moved first. He flew at Sam in a blur of movement, all teeth and claws and screaming bloody vengeance.
Sam met him head on, hands out to defend himself from the onslaught of deadly fangs that could seriously maim him in seconds. He jerked his head aside and locked his hands as hard as he could around the neck of the vampire, squeezing furiously.
Meanwhile, he kept an eye on the second vampire, who circled him warily like a beast ready to pounce, just looking for a chink in Sam’s armour.
The vampire attacking him grabbed Sam’s throat in turn. He lunged at him over and over again, seeking to tear his way through flesh. Sam stumbled back. He fell against a table that overturned, smashing glasses and making a woman scream.
The vampire bore him down into the wreckage. A knee on Sam’s chest, he tightened his hands mercilessly, saliva dripping from his huge canines. Sam squirmed from side to side, attempting to roll from beneath him. Although he didn’t breathe, the choking nonetheless affected him strangely. It made him see stars and his power began to drain shockingly fast. Then he became aware of the second vampire sitting on his legs, holding him flat to the floor with iron strength and suddenly terror lit him from the inside out.
He was going to die here.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the dark room was electric as vampire and human alike realised what was happening. Shouts and cries went up and people crowded around the three fighters, some cheering, others shouting abuse. Some of the terms weren’t popular and men began shouting at others and pushing. An all-out war broke out, one-on-one skirmishes turning into mass brawls. A few women gathered their clothes and slunk out while it was left to the men to fight— vampire against human and even vampire against vampire and human against human.
The noise was overwhelming and the stench of blood cloying as throats were torn open and humans dropped to the floor. Sam could only lie there with weakening struggles and contemplate the fever that had swept the room and revealed the true nature of both factions inside. Under the veneer of mutual desire and lust, the humans and vampires really were as different as could be, and both hated each other. That was a fact Sam couldn’t escape.
He heard a yell then and he saw a blur of dark clothes as someone darted from behind him holding a piece of the broken table, one of its legs. Sam recognised Janos and he could only wonder at what the human was doing—whether he was coming to finish them all off, vampire hunter extraordinaire—before he lunged at the vampire squeezing Sam’s throat, thrusting the makeshift spike into his chest.
The vampire let out an unearthly wail. He fell back and Janos went with him, burying the stake to the hilt, ramming it home with a fervour bordering on manic. The vampire shook and writhed and before Sam’s disbelieving eyes, he disintegrated into dust. The stake fell to the floor and the dust hovered in the air for a moment before it fell gracefully into a neat pile, showering Sam’s legs.
The second vampire had scrambled back, eyes red and jaws snapping. He hissed at Janos as the human snatched up the stake and went at him.
Sam crawled to a sitting position. He leaned against a chair, massaging his throat and coughing. Around him, the fighting had paused briefly when the combatants had seen a vampire staked to death. Then there were whoops and growls and screams and every human was breaking up furniture to use as weapons. A human fell by him as a vampire twisted his neck. Another fell as a vampire tore his throat out and howled in triumph, like a wolf at the moon.
Sam turned away, afraid and sickened and saw Janos stake the second vampire. The human stood there breathing heavily, looking at the dust and then he took up the stake for the third time and turned to stand over Sam, regarding him with cold eyes.
Sam’s blood ran cold. Never had he been afraid of a human before but now he saw the power they wielded over vampires, when previously he saw them as a subservient species, their one role being to satisfy vampires’ appetites. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Humans were the ones in charge and always would be. It was just that some of them got their kicks flirting with danger and deigning to mix with vampires. Like owning a savage beast and taunting it for the thrill.
He met the dark eyes of Janos with his own and waited for the human to mete out justice. Because it was only fair. It was how every vampire came to an end, always had, always would, at the mercy of a human, the true rulers of the world.
But Janos’s cold eyes softened to Sam’s surprise. He still held the stake in his left hand but with the right, he reached out to Sam. Sam crawled gratefully to his knees and let Janos hoist him up with surprising strength. He felt weak and unsteady and he looked around anxiously, lest some of the enthusiastic humans come his way with a stake.
Janos threw a black cloak around his shoulders, pulling up the hood. Then he dragged Sam away by the hand. “Come on.”
They battled their way through the throng of bodies, slipping and sliding on blood, entrails and piles of dust. Janos pushed the door open and saw that the mayhem had infected the outer, red-lit room too like a wave of destruction. It was hard going to negotiate the brawling but Janos brandished his stake at those who got in his way and soon they were on the stairs, fleeing to the street along with countless other humans and vampires.
Sam stumbled outside and let the freezing night air overwhelm him. He gasped and panted, doubled over, his strength virtually exhausted. He saw double as his vision wavered and then he felt Janos’s strong hands claiming him. The human scooped Sam up into his arms and carried him to a waiting carriage. Sam’s head fell back as darkness enveloped him.
Janos heaved an excited breath. He sat up and as Sam watched, mesmerised, he wrenched open his pants and pushed them down off his hips. He was naked beneath and his dick jutted out proudly, long and thick. It had been a while since Sam had taken not given, but something about Janos made him want to receive all the human had to offer.
He licked his lips and their eyes met. He was sure Janos read his mind in that moment. The human wrenched his underwear clean off, tearing the garment in his frenzy. He rolled across to the bedside cabinet and procured a bottle of oil, drizzling it onto his fingertips.
“Open wide,” he said to Sam, his voice husky with need and obligingly, unquestioningly, Sam did as he was asked. He needed it too much to say no.
He parted his legs, knees up, feeling naked and defenceless in a way he hadn’t before and shuddered at the first touch of Janos’s oiled finger. It felt heavenly. Janos stroked his puckered skin, working oil around his hole, pressing and seeking until slowly, he sank the digit into Sam.
The vampire shivered and let out a low growl. He saw the gleam in Janos’s dark eyes and surged up to capture the human’s lips in a kiss. Janos moaned softly against his mouth. He added a second finger and stretched Sam open.
Sam cursed and shuddered as Janos touched that place in him that very few had been before. The place that made him crazy with the two kinds of lust. Blood lust poured upon him without warning, making his fangs snap out, filling his mouth with saliva and Janos paused, looking down at Sam’s face.
Sam licked his lips, attempting to retain control. “Don’t be afraid,” he said in a whisper. “Do what you want to me. I won’t hurt you.” He wondered how he could make such rash promises when he was moments away from lunging at the human and sinking his teeth into that wonderful neck.
Janos’s fingers left him. He sat back on his heels, slicking oil along the length of his straining cock. He positioned his cock between Sam’s cheeks and the vampire shivered with excitement as he felt the hard length ready to invade.
“I trust you,” Janos whispered. “I don’t know why.” Then he pushed forward, penetrating Sam all the way to the hilt and leaving him so full that he gasped and panted, afraid to move in case the conflicting feeling sent him instantly over the edge.
Janos studied his face a moment, bracing himself on his arms. He pulled back almost all the way and then eased deep again and Sam was undone. He grasped Janos by the hips and pulled him forward, grinding insistently against him and the human responded by bucking his hips into Sam’s pelvis, taking him deeply then pulling free and slamming back in before the vampire even had time to react.
Sam cried out and Janos smothered it with a kiss. They entwined fiercely on the bed, rocking against each other with speed, the headboard banging against the wall. Janos’s hand curled around Sam’s shaft and Sam’s desire turned molten. Pre-cum slicked his cock and Janos spread it up and down. He jerked hard and swift and Sam bucked helplessly against him, losing rhythm and going off at a tangent.
Janos leaned down to him. He presented his arched neck and grabbed the back of Sam’s head, leaving him with no illusion about his desire. He could taste the sweet nectar of Janos’s blood even before he plunged his fangs into his throat. The honey spurted into his mouth with force and Sam almost choked. He closed his mouth greedily and sucked, dimly aware that he needed to practice restraint with this man of all men.
Janos continued to pound him and Sam lifted his legs, wrapped them around his partner’s waist and clung hard to his back. Janos let out a long, satisfied groan and Sam felt it in that moment. He felt his world come crashing in, the earth shuddering on its very axis, both of them melded together as one and as he took a last swallow of blood and came to a shattering climax, he felt Janos come too and he knew without doubt.
He was in love.