Dark Whispers (Dragon's Disciple/Blood Brothers #7)

Mired in centuries-old customs and rigid traditions carried over from their mortal lives, the "chaing-shih" elders of New York's Chinatown don't quite know how to deal with the upstart Russian vampire, Mistress Viktoria. With their existence in danger, the Elders call upon an ancient blood tie and summon the aid of their kinsman, Liu Sakurai.
Though he appears to the world as a sensual young man in his mid-twenties, Sakurai is one of the oldest and most powerful "chaing-shih" to walk the Earth. He sees humans as not much more than weak playthings and food, and no one is more surprised than Sakurai himself when NYPD Detective Daisuke Matsui manages to capture his attention. Dai is a strong one, full of an inner fire and unusual sexual appetites that Sakurai cannot resist.
In the mysterious and arrogant vampire, Dai finds the type of person he's been longing for his entire life--someone with a strength of will and determination that matches his own, and a skill to dominate him in ways that make him burn. While trying to unwind the ties his half-brother has to Chinatown's underworld, Dai is confronted by creatures and events he thought only existed in the legends and stories told by old men. His life is on the line, along with everything he holds dear, but Sakurai's dark whispers promise a passion Dai is powerless to resist.
Special Content Alert: Male/Male, Non-consent/reluctance, graphic violence.
The young man began to push into the dildo, but Sakurai backed off. He shed his clothing then knelt behind the young man, who rocked back. Sakurai slipped once more into his dream and poised the head of his rigid cock at the young man's entrance, effectively becoming the older man in the dream.
The policeman gave a wicked laugh. "Fuck me, Daisuke. Take it all in. You know you want it. You've wanted it a long time now, take it all "
Daisuke, was it? Such a lovely name for such a lovely young man with such a hot, accommodating body that took him in eagerly. Acting as the cop in the dream, Sakurai plunged his cock into the mortal's body. He grabbed Daisuke's cock, jerked it, slapped it, grabbed at his nipples and pulled his hair, then leaned in to nip and suck at his neck.
The young man's pain was divine, his passion intoxicating, his body so tight and hot, both willing and tensed in fear. He met each of Sakurai's thrusts, his balls swinging and heavy. Their bodies collided harder and harder, faster and faster and Sakurai gripped Daisuke's cock and squeezed, holding on until he felt the boy's climax peak. With one firm stroke from Sakurai's hand, Daisuke came, and Sakurai joined him in release. As their bodies emptied, he bit down on the boy's shoulder and sucked in the hot, sweet blood, so potent with lust and pain that his head swam in a way he hadn't experienced in ages.
Daisuke collapsed forward and Sakurai allowed himself the luxury of lying atop him a moment, drinking in the ebbing lustful liquor that flavored his blood, licking away the sweetness of the mortal's thick cum from his fingers. Sakurai licked the bite marks as well, rather surprised with himself that he hadn't drained the young man dry. Of course, where would the fun be in that?
This young man was a treasure. Like a fine cognac, he needed to be sampled again and again. Daisuke turned his head, murmuring an unfamiliar name. Sakurai smirked. Soon enough it would be himself and not this Watts person who haunted the young man's dreams. Sakurai leaned in and kissed Daisuke's full mouth. "Sleep well, my pet. We'll play another night."