Osiris
I sat in the back of the club called The Vampire's Kiss. A drink was nursed in my fingers as I fixated my eyes on my prey.
My dragon almost bursting at the erotic scent this vampire was emitting. All I needed was a taste. A simple taste, then I would know if he was the one or not.
Oh what a beauty he was. Shorter than me but only by a few inches. Pale flawless vampire skin, dark chocolate eyes and a mop of black hair that looked silky to the touch.
He stood behind the bar, a towel flipped over his shoulder and his hip cocked as he served drinks. A man with definite muscle mass, but not as much as me. He was also a dominant by the way he moved and acted towards his customers, with his chin jutted high in complete and utter confidence. A sinister grin formed on my face. I couldn't wait to break him into submission.
Oh yes, I couldn't wait to get a taste of the vampire named Baine.
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His Dragon King
FantasyBaine is a normal vampire. He works at his sire's club The Vampire's Kiss as a bartender and does not wish for anything more in life. That all changes when the eyes that have been following him have decided to make an appearance. In the form of a te...
