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.