Page 15 of Blood Wine

Sam took a couple of hesitant steps towards the chair. “Why would you offer me this? After what you told me last night?”

Janos regarded him steadily. “Because I felt something when I made love to you. Something I haven’t felt in many years. And I know you felt it too.”

Sam swallowed. He moved between Janos’s open knees and trailed his fingers over the human’s soft cheek. “You mustn’t get involved with me. I’ll destroy you.”

“I’m already destroyed.” It was a whisper. “I have nothing left to live for.” And Janos closed his eyes, leaning his head back again.

The words bothered Sam more than he could say. Janos’s behaviour, so cavalier with his life, speared him to the core. He didn’t want to be the one to kill him, but he certainly didn’t want a random vampire at the club to do it either. He fought with himself, but the bloodlust was raging out of control. Here was an easy meal from a source who was already dear to him. One whose blood he knew tasted divine. He straddled Janos’s lap and cradled the human’s head in the palm of his hand. “Thank you,” he murmured.

They looked at each other for a long moment before their lips met. Even the kiss hurt Sam’s battered and bruised face and Janos knew that, because he drew back after a moment and rested his head back, tipping his chin up to give Sam access.

With difficulty, Sam opened his mouth as wide as he could and plunged his fangs into Janos’s neck.

The human inhaled sharply. He moaned and clutched at Sam’s hips and Sam felt the undeniable frisson of human lust on top of the bloodlust. His cock started to fill just as Janos’s blood spurted into his mouth and he thickened and hardened, aching between his legs.

With his eyes shut, Janos rocked beneath Sam, lifting his pelvis, his cock straining his trousers. Sam tightened his hand on the human’s head. With his other he reached down for Janos’s belt, yanking it open, followed by the buttons on his trousers.

Janos gasped as Sam thrust a hand inside his underwear, closed it around his cock and started to jerk. Janos bucked, his dick leaking and his hands fumbling with Sam’s clothes in turn.

Sam shook with anticipation as Janos pushed down his clothes and liberated his cock. The human’s small hand slid down his rigid shaft before he rubbed his thumb around the head, lingering on the slit and smearing pre-cum. Sam swallowed his last mouthful. He knew he had to stop even though his body urged him to keep going, to take every drop until his face had healed and he felt reborn. But no, he never would, and certainly not with this human. He withdrew his fangs. Already he felt the pain in his face lessen and the other lust come to the fore.

He climbed off Janos and yanked him to his feet. Janos gave a little gasp as Sam pushed him face first into the back of the chair before wrenching down his clothes. He dropped to his knees, spread Janos’s buttocks, and tongued his hole with firm, wet strokes. Janos’s legs shook. He stifled a cry with his hand over his mouth.

Sam went in again, circling Janos’s entrance, wetting him, opening him up with the probing tip of his tongue until Janos whimpered and pushed his backside into Sam’s face. Sam sucked on two fingers. He worked one into Janos and then the other, listening to the fireworks that Janos tried so hard to smother. The human clutched the back of the chair with clawed hands, gasping, pushing his buttocks back, jerking as Sam pressed on the little bump inside him.

“You’re mine tonight,” Sam whispered as he withdrew his fingers and slicked up his cock with saliva. He mouthed Janos’s shoulder, nipping with his teeth, and felt his lover tremble. He placed his cock between Janos’s cheeks, rubbing slowly, savouring the feeling as Janos stretched open around him.

Janos’s breath came in harsh pants. He cried out as Sam nailed him all the way in one smooth stroke.

“Please, oh God, please!”

Sam smiled. He licked at the blood running from the wounds on Janos’s neck and then he slid his fangs back inside, even though he’d told himself no more. He couldn’t help himself. He loved that feeling of his teeth penetrating at the same time as his cock did. He’d been on the receiving end of it. Istvan had fucked him over the side of a bridge in France with his teeth in his neck. Then Sam had gone to his bed later in Vienna and rode Istvan’s cock while Istvan bit him. It was nice to experience it from the other side. Those two penetrations into his lover. The twin pleasures. Nothing on this earth was like it. Guaranteeing he would be addicted to this man for the rest of his life.

Just don’t kill him.

Janos was going crazy on the chair, shaking, moaning, his back arched and glistening with sweat. Sam fucked him with a swift rhythm, swallowing his lover’s blood as he thrust his cock deep inside. The pain in his face receded more and more and he became aware that his mouth was opening more freely, with less restriction. The blood continued to slide down like liquid fire, creating an inferno inside him and his cock strained, begging for more and more.

Janos’s movements were slowing. His hands were still on the back of the chair and although he still groaned with pleasure, it was a feeble sound. Sam realised he had taken too much and quickly withdrew his fangs even though he was far from sated. He knew he would have carried on until Janos was empty and he felt deep shame. He slid his arms around his lover’s waist, licked at the blood on his neck, and eased his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Janos still had consciousness left to cry out. Sam reached for his cock, jerked it swiftly, wanting the human to come before he passed out. Janos’s cock swelled, slippery with fluid. His head fell back against Sam’s shoulder and his chest heaved.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes.”

His blood called out to Sam once last time but he resisted with a strength he didn’t know he possessed, even though he wanted nothing more than to come with a mouthful of blood—the ultimate high. Instead, he let the blood on his lips be enough as he came to a thundering climax and felt his lover do the same, semen spurting over his hand.

Janos fell limply against the back of the chair with soft groans of exquisite pleasure and Sam crushed him there. He felt the human’s heart roaring through his back, pounding against Sam’s chest, and for a moment, it felt like it was Sam’s own dead heart, come back to life. He savoured the feeling, letting the sound fill his head and the reverberations bound against his ribcage, and he held Janos the way he hadn’t held anyone since Istvan had killed him.

Chapter Twelve

Sam had to leave Janos slumped in the armchair while he went back outside, hoping his manager hadn’t heard too much. Imre was still in the same seat behind the counter pouring over some ancient Hungarian novel. If he hadn’t heard the commotion, he was a very good actor. “You can go,” Sam said. “I’ll close up.”

Imre looked up at him and his gaze sharpened, eyes moving over Sam’s countenance. “Your face looks better,” he said with a confused frown.

“I heal quickly,” Sam said with no trace of irony and put a hand on Imre’s shoulder, guiding him to the door.

With his book under his arm, Imre exited. “See you tomorrow.”

“Thank you. See you tomorrow.” Sam closed the door and locked it with a sigh of relief. He and Imre weren’t close, and while he liked the man and enjoyed their bookish chats, he kept his employee at arm’s length. He wondered just how discreet he was actually being though. Imre had seen him enter the bookshop with a broken jaw and probably a fractured cheekbone and eye socket, and a few minutes later he’d seen Sam looking much improved with no medical treatment. He was surprised Imre didn’t return with a group of suspicious Hungarians all carrying stakes.

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