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He made his way to the club to drown his sorrows, determined to partake fully that night.
The activities within were in full swing. The red lights bathed bare skin and the scent of sex, sweat and blood was heady in the air. Sam liked the contrast of pale, porcelain vampire skin against the pinker flesh of humans. He liked seeing fangs embedded in necks, or sometimes in thighs and wrists or other, more private places. He noticed bite marks and droplets of blood on mortal throats and the fun these humans appeared to be having submitting to vampires. Everyone was getting along just fine. Who said vampires and humans couldn’t mix?
He passed the bench he had seen the previous night and noticed that other men played on it this evening. A vampire was naked and face down to Sam’s surprise and was being flogged by a human. Sam lingered, fascinated, feeling an odd draw at watching a vampire submit. He would never have imagined submitting to a human, but something about it excited him despite himself. He knew it was all a game because what the human wanted from the encounter was to be bitten of course, but clearly the man liked to show the vampire that he was in charge before he received his reward of having his blood taken. The human used a soft velvet-tentacled flogger that striped the pale globes of the vampire’s buttocks pink. The vampire wriggled, lifting his arse and gasping with each stroke from the flogger and the human laughed softly before he ran a soothing hand over each pink stripe.
The vampire spread his legs wider. His cock was pressed down against the bench, visible between his thighs, the head wet and leaking onto his balls. The human touched, sliding his fist up the shaft and making the vampire moan. Then he reached for some oil and lubricated his own erection before straddling the bench. He pressed slowly into the vampire and Sam clenched his teeth at the sound the vampire made when he was penetrated.
Oh God. Sam suddenly longed to take his place on the bench and be fucked by a human. The ultimate submission. He had been fucked by a vampire, but not by a human. He remembered watching Istvan getting fucked by Stephen in 1916 in Severin and Nikolaus’s drawing room in Vienna. That had been one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed. He admired Istvan’s versatility immensely. The vampire knew how to have a good time and he wasn’t afraid to beg for it. Sam wanted to do the same. He wanted this human to take his dick from the vampire, still wet, and thrust it into Sam.
He watched, riveted. His cock ached in the confines of his trousers and he longed for release. He realised then that his bloodlust had taken a back seat to his human lust and he marvelled.
He moved on and took an empty seat on a long red couch against one wall. He beckoned a passing waiter over and accepted a glass of finest claret from his tray. He shivered as he took the first sip and the blood burned its way down him, setting every cell in his body on fire, making him sing and feel reborn and free, like he could now conquer anything. He refused to let his dark thoughts overwhelm him anymore and make him feel worthless. There had to be someone here for him. Someone who would admire him for what he was and not think of him as a mindless, blood-drinking beast. And while he was looking, he could play a while.
He took a second glass of blood and continued to watch the action. After a while, he decided to make his way through the door to the second room beyond. The heavy wood swung shut behind him and sealed him into the black world. His vampire vision was excellent though and together with the very dim lights at intervals, it was more than enough for him to spy on everything going on here.
He wandered through couples and ménages and more. He watched floggings and spankings and all kinds of bloodplay.
He reached the back of the room and what he saw there made his blood run cold.
Chapter Seven
Ahuman was being attacked by two vampires. He was pinned against the wall by his throat by one of the immortals, while the other was attempting to rip his clothes off. Both vampires were in a state of undress, their cocks hard and fangs unsheathed. The human was clearly not a willing participant, the first evidence of non-consensual violence that Sam had seen at the club. The man struggled, crying out—at least as much as he could while he was being choked.
Sam frowned and stepped closer. He didn’t like this at all, not when there were so many willing victims here. Just because a human came here looking for a good time, didn’t mean he wanted to take on all comers and be raped by vampires.
The vampire holding the human by the throat growled. He lunged forward and his victim let out a yell as the vampire pierced his neck with razor sharp teeth.
The other vampire laughed. He groped at the human’s groin and pushed his erection into his thigh.
Sam strode forward. “Enough,” he said in Hungarian. “He’s not interested.”
The vampire lifted his head from drinking with blood on his mouth and looked around in surprise, as did his friend. Sam got a good look at the human’s face then and was shaken to his very core to see that it was Janos. Their gazes met and he saw shame on Janos’s face.
The vampire who had been drinking from Janos laughed. He was a tall, mean-looking blond. “Get your own. This one’s taken.”
Sam stared him down. “Find someone else. He doesn’t want you.”
“What do you know about it?” sneered the second vampire, a red-head. “He comes here to get fucked and drunk from by vampires. What do you think we’re giving him?”
Sam shook his head. “He doesn’t come here to get raped. He has a choice in the matter.”
Both vampires laughed together, a dark, unmusical sound. “Choice? What age are you living in, my friend?” asked the blond. “Because this is the rise of the vampire! We aren’t under the boot of men anymore. If he comes here because he gets off on being bitten, then he’s making himself available to anyone who wants him. By the way, your Hungarian’s lousy.”
Sam spread his feet, distributing his weight and standing his ground. He’d never had to battle vampires before, but he was happy to now. “Let go of him and move on.”
The vampires exchanged glances like they couldn’t believe their ears. Maybe they had never been spoken to by an interloper of Sam’s apparent youth before.
“How old are you?” The first vampire licked his lips free from stolen blood. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t answer to anyone, least of all you. Who madeyouking?” As he said it, he thought of Emil and guessed that if he ever was to answer to anyone, the self-proclaimed Vampire King would be it. It certainly wouldn’t be this idiot.
The vampires laughed again. They let go of Janos fully and he moved away from the wall with unsteady steps, rearranging his clothes and making for a nearby sofa.
The second vampire lifted his chin, jutting out his jaw arrogantly. “Leave now, friend. You’ve been warned.”
Sam made no reply. He merely watched and waited.
The blond vampire who had been drinking from Janos moved first. He flew at Sam in a blur of movement, all teeth and claws and murder in mind.
