Blood Lure
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Blood Lure
ISBN # 978-0-85715-497-2
©Copyright J.P. Bowie 2011
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright March 2011
Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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Hungary 1810
Jared Lantos was in a hurry. He had promised his father he would attend that evening’s meeting of the Elders, and he was late, or was going to be late if the damned carriage driver didn’t get a move on. Truth be told, he hated the meetings, and only attended out of familial duty, added to the fact if he didn’t show up, his father would rant on for hours about dereliction of duty and insubordination,
ad nauseum
. If only to spare his mother those tantrums, Jared attended the meetings as often as he could.
Jared was a lawyer, and a busy one, something his father had yet to understand. Janos Lantos had never quite grasped the idea his son had important clients who just might need his services more urgently than an Elder meeting.
Elders
, he thought grimly. An arcane society that had no place in modern Hungary. A group of men who dabbled in the black arts, who gave all their time and money to the furtherance of communing with the dead, and as far as Jared knew had not once conjured one spirit. He shook his head in frustration. Another wasted evening lay ahead, listening to nonsense, watching the old codgers nod sagely as if they understood every silly word spoken. Surely they did not believe every worthless spell and incantation cast by the Head Elder, whom Jared considered no better than a street hawker of tawdry baubles, would actually bring forth good fortune for all present, arming them with magical shields to ward off those who would do them harm. Yet, sadly, Jared knew that was exactly what they did believe, his father included.
Ah well, tonight would be the last time he would attend one of these asinine affairs. It was his intention to inform his father that, as of next month, he would be moving to Budapest to take up a position as a partner in a larger law office. A far more prestigious company than the one in which he was presently employed.
He stretched his long legs out in front of him and gazed at the passing scene from the carriage window. The open window brought in a warm breeze that ruffled his long golden BLOOD LURE
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hair. He glanced at his fob and sighed. Yes, he was late, and there was little he could do about it. The carriage shuddered, throwing him to one side as it came to an abrupt halt.
“What is it, cabbie?” he yelled, straining to see what had caused the sudden stop.
“Body in the street, sir…”
A body? He climbed down from the carriage and walked towards the small crowd gathered around a prone figure on the ground. The victim looked to be young, a young man, his clothes of a decent cut and material. Not a vagrant then…
“Is he dead?” he heard someone ask.
“Looks like it,” came a reply. “Just waiting for the militia.”
“Stabbed, he was…”
“No one’s safe these days.”
“Robbers and murderers everywhere…”
Jared suddenly felt as though he were being watched. He looked around the assembled crowd and caught the eye of a tall, handsome man who smiled at him and raised a hand to the brim of his hat in salute.
Do I know you?
Jared wondered, returning the man’s smile. Perhaps they’d met at one of the many business soirées he’d attended recently, but surely he would remember one as comely as this. The man moved towards him and touched him gently on the arm. A visceral thrill coursed through Jared’s body at the man’s touch.
“We’re not needed here,” the man said, steering Jared away from the crowd and into a darkened alleyway. A door opened, and they stepped inside. A long hallway stretched before them, dimly lit with a faint pinkish glow, and lined with several doors. “Here…” The man pushed open a door and stepped aside to let Jared enter. Jared did so without thought, without fear, even though he found all this to be very strange. A tiny prickle of excitement, of anticipation, coiled on the nape of his neck.
The man removed his hat and cloak, signalling that Jared should do the same. As if in a blur, he was suddenly standing so close Jared could taste the man’s sweet-scented breath on his lips.
“I have need of you, my beauty…”
Whatever words Jared would have spoken in reply remained unsaid as the man took his lips with a kiss that stole Jared’s breath, sent his senses spinning out of control, and made him cleave to the man’s body with a lust he had never before experienced. The moan that BLOOD LURE
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escaped his lips turned to a groan as the man nuzzled at his throat. The sharp sting of the bite inflicted on him drew a cry of pain from Jared. He wanted to push the stranger away, free himself of the steel-like embrace, yet he could not. He knew his blood was being sucked. He could feel it leave his body, and with it his will to struggle, replaced by a sensual rush so intense it brought him to the brink of orgasm.
He gasped—his whole being seemed to be caught in this one thrilling moment. He raised his hands and cupped the back of the young man’s head, holding him pressed to his neck, grinding his crotch into the man’s hard arousal, giving himself up so completely and utterly to the sensations that rippled through every fibre of his body. He cried out as he came, his semen erupting into his undergarment. At any other time he would have been embarrassed by ejaculating so quickly, but as the man licked the blood from Jared’s neck and gazed deeply into his eyes, Jared felt nothing but euphoria and the hope that this would not be their only encounter.
“What—what is your name?” He scarcely recognised the voice as his own.
“Michael. Michael Berés. And you are Jared Lantos, yes?”
“How do you know that?”
“You told me.”
“No, I’m sure I didn’t…”
Michael smiled, showing the tips of his fangs. “Jared, what’s in a name? By any other, your blood would taste as sweet.” He chuckled. “Excuse my paraphrasing the Bard, but you must know you are very beautiful, and your blood—exquisite.”
“You are a vampire,” Jared said, with only the slightest tremor in his voice. “Why am I not afraid of you?”
“Because I have you in my thrall, but never be afraid of me. You have nothing to fear from me.”
Jared believed him, but could not quite credit what had just happened. Vampires were the stuff of myths, were they not? Yet here he was in the embrace of such a one, and he certainly was no myth. Michael Berés was real flesh and blood—his body solid, strong, and his face extremely handsome. At that moment Jared wished to be nowhere else—especially at a mindless Elder meeting. His father would just have to get over it.
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Michael kissed the corner of Jared’s mouth, a gentle teasing touch from lips that were soft and sensual. He unbuttoned Jared’s shirt. His eyes flicked over the sculpted chest he’d revealed, the dusting of golden hair, the tiny pale brown nipples.
“Too beautiful to hide behind clothing,” he murmured and Jared gasped as his clothes fell from his body. He stood, naked and vulnerable before the vampire who now dropped to his knees and took the glistening head of Jared’s cock between his lips with an appreciative murmur. Jared grew hard instantly, feeling a certain amazement that his body had reacted so swiftly after his orgasm of only moments before.
The vampire sucked on him, long, deliciously slow strokes of lips and tongue that left Jared weak at the knees, glad of the wall behind him to lean against. Once again he gave himself up to the incredible sensations the man kneeling before him brought him. His hips bucked and the pleasure was mingled with a slight unease as Michael’s fangs gently scraped the base of Jared’s cock. Michael, as if sensing Jared’s apprehension, released him with a smile. He stood and led Jared to a couch, upholstered in a dark blood red fabric.
How appropriate
, Jared thought as Michael pushed him gently onto the couch. A slight shrug of his shoulders and Michael’s clothing fell from his body.
Jared’s gaze swept over Michael’s finely honed olive skinned physique. A soft moan of admiration and longing escaped his lips. As Michael lay over him, never had Jared felt so powerless to resist, so completely willing to give himself, body and soul, to this man—no matter the cost.
Despite his euphoria, he became aware that another man had entered the room, and now stood smiling down at Michael and Jared. Michael glanced up, and returned the man’s smile.
“Andrew… Jared, this is my brother Andrew. Would you like him to join us?”
Jared gazed into the most beautiful pale blue eyes he had ever seen. Could this really be happening? In a flash of intuition, Jared knew these men represented so much more than just the mere pleasures of the flesh, however fantastic it would be. Whatever was about to take place in this room was going to change his life forever, and he would be inextricably bound to both men for as long as they all should live.
Andrew’s beautiful eyes seemed to bore through to his soul, and in them Jared saw his future. He nodded his acceptance and held out his hand, shivering slightly from the sensuous sensation of Andrew’s cool grip. Andrew knelt by his side. His lips, soft and moist, BLOOD LURE