The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

As is so often the case, this werewolf story has a lot of sex associated with it. Sometimes it is subliminal, but not so here. Jake is our hero, and at 201 years old he is quite vigorous. He has lots of sexual partners, and has only one rule--he pays for sex. Not because he is so desperate, but because he invariably kills his mate. He just doesn't want to take those kind of risks with someone he has had to woo. I can see that. Jake is the last of his kind--for some reason the bite of the werewolf usually turns the victim into a werewolf themselves, but it just hasn't been happening. And the problem is that vampires are in need of werewolf blood, so he is being hunted by the maestro of all wolf killers. He's perfectly willing to give it up without a fight. But that doesn't happen. Jacob is swept up by so many other plots — one of these involves an ancient book said to explain the origins of werewolves — that he can't get back to the simple business of dying. Best-laid plans of wolf and man go awry here. The book is so well written that you can quickly forget that it is werewolf literature and just go about the business of enjoying this clever, eloquent, elegant, darkly humorous story from cover to cover, and not catch the wave of the occult it is reflective of.