To Taste The Dragon's Blood

Excerpt:
A few minutes later, the doorbell buzzed softly, and Andru went to the door to answer it. A woman appeared in the doorway. She was pretty, with expertly coifed reddish brown hair and cornflower blue eyes, and not too much makeup, dressed in a deep teal green evening gown that revealed the plump curves of her breasts and shoulders.
She started with surprise when she saw the tall handsome man dressed in a loose flannel bathrobe, then looked past and saw the younger man in shirtsleeves sitting tensely in the chair next to the desk, watching her with a strange hungry look in his steel grey eyes. Both looked to her like actors with the vaguely effeminate features that warned of gayness.
“My name is Eleanor. I was told you wanted a friend,” she said. “I see you've already got one.” She turned to leave, but Andru reached out and caught her before she got too far away from the door.
“Come in, please,” he said. He waited until she was just inside and closed the door. “This is my cousin, Jon. He is a little shy, but he needs...affection.”
“Oh,” she said wisely, and passed on feeling a little bolder. She went to Jonathan and said, “Hi, Jon.”
“Hi,” Jonathan replied, feeling slightly awkward. Something in his mind told him that his was the worst choice in names just then. Humorously ironic, if the moment wasn't so grim and desperate. His fingers dug into the upholstery to still the sudden impulse to pounce as he caught the scent of her blood beyond the perfume and emolient on her skin.
“Is this your first time, Jon?” she asked, as she laid her purse aside on the desk. The tone of her voice told him that she saw him as a virgin, and was not aware of the dark predator lurking behind the depths of his gorgeous silver grey eyes. There was a slight elevation of her pulse. Up close Jonathan was sexy and innocent, just the kind of client she liked.
“No,” he said honestly, “but it has been a long time.”
“Ooohhh,” she purred. “Poor baby.”
Without wasting anymore time she slid onto his lap, slipped off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers found his chest and began rubbing it slowly, teasing at the curled hairs. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips as she said, “I'll make it all better.” Jon found himself responding to her like an infant, closed his eyes and nuzzled at her neck.
Suddenly it was as if his rational human mind had been shoved roughly aside. He pulled Eleanor close, clamped his mouth to her throat, and felt his canine teeth pierce it and go deep. The woman stiffened, fought, but it was too late. She could not break free and he could not let go. A red haze blinded him. Hot blood flooded into his mouth and down his throat, a pure delicious salty-sweet caramel cocktail of passion and raw fear, fire and ice. He could hear her pulse pick up pace and pound in his head like a drum. Fierce, savage need ruled him, thrust aside his control as he felt the life-force in her blood fill him with raw primal energy until he was trembling with the strange power of it. Eleanor began to relax against him. Before long her breath came out short gasps of pleasure in his ears. It was ecstacy to hear it. He wanted to hear more.
Then he heard Andru's voice penetrate the thunder in his mind. “You must stop now, Jonathan.”
Jon crushed Eleanor to him like a small child wanting a doll. No. She is mine. I want more. He was still feeding, and he had spoken back to his mentor in mindvoice. It was his own blood speaking to Andru, demanding tribute for the long weeks of patient self-restraint and denial.
The girl's body was wrenched from his arms, and a hand slapped hard against his face like solid rock. Jonathan tumbled back in the chair and fell to the floor, stunned by the power in that blow. He had forgotten how strong Andru could be. The red haze faded quickly to violet and his vision filled with stars. As he shook his head to banish them he found he was looking up at the tall figure of the Antellan standing over him, his eyes blazing red. He was holding the woman in his arms and he was angry, his voice commanding and imperial. “When I tell you to stop, you will do as I say.”
Jon stayed where he was and didn't dare move, trembling, overwhelmed by shocked humility. He closed his eyes and licked his lips clean. “I'm sorry,” he said. “It was like someone else had taken over my mind and body.”
“You almost killed her,” Andru said softly.