Kelwyn Grayson is just one more faceless runaway on the streets of Tower City. Among elves, gnolls, and dragons, one winged boy fades into the background of life in the Eternal Kingdom.  But when he cuts the purse of the handsome were-lion Harun Rashid, he finds himself dragged out of the crowd.<br><br>Rather than a cell, however, Harun offers a helping hand to set Kelwyn on the road to a respectable, peaceful life ... if he could just bring himself to stop flirting shamelessly with Harun, keep his sticky fingers to himself, and avoid bringing the wrath of a powerful, mad vampire down on his head.<br><br>But even faced with Kelwyn's death -- or undeath -- Harun will not give up on him, and Kelwyn will not give up on finding his way to sharing that peaceful life with Harun.  Two men, love, and magic are bound and determined to find their way to their shared dream of a future -- and family.

Blood and Fire

He came back to himself as Lucretious lifted his head, sitting back, straddling Kelwyn. He licked blood from his lips and smiled down at his prisoner. “I’ve taken your blood that my seed might better take hold in you. Now, my love, you must drink of me.” He pulled a knife from his belt and cut across his arm in a quick, shocking slash, cutting deep. Kelwyn stared, his eyes wide. What was this madman doing?


The vampire put the wound he’d made to Kelwyn’s lips, and his other hand pried Kelwyn’s mouth open. Kelwyn tasted copper and salt, and immediately, instinctively, tried to spit the blood that was running into his mouth out. But Lucretious kept his forearm there, blood flowing from the deep gash in it, and it was impossible to spit it all. Kelwyn had to swallow or be choked. The blood was intense, the copper-salt flavor of ordinary blood concentrated, and it seemed almost to burn as it went down his throat.


Chapter 35