Chapter 2

Dante's pov

I walked out with the woman. She was all over me. I could have her in an alley but somehow I didn't want her. My thoughts were on the delicious man in the bar. Christopher, even his name sounded delicious. His blood was rich, it was pure ecstasy. I knew I didn't leave. I'd go back in and bleed him dry.

I was hungry and he was a temptation. I hypnotized the woman, took her far and drank from her. I wasn't interested in anything else so I sent her her way and went back to the bar against my better judgment.

He wasn't there but his scent lingered and now I knew how delicious he was, I knew there was no way I could stay away from him.

I went home and my butler Kerion was standing at the door waiting for me.

“Welcome back Sire” he bowed as I walked in.

“How was the meeting with the Ash coven?” he asked silently as he took my coat.

I growled angrily remembering the bastards. I had forgotten the reason for my rage but now it all came back.

Those Fucking bastards.

We were supposed to meet to discuss boundaries. The Ash new changelings were drinking and harassing my humans and I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt by having a meeting.

They had the audacity to not only send their low ranks to me but try to disrespect me.

Their Sire was surely forgetting his place. He thought numbers were what made a coven strong but he should know better. I had just about 50 direct children in my coven.

I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me.

He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory.

What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power.

Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position.

They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

I mind linked to my enforcer. “lucien , tell my children to kill anyone that is not mine in my territory”

“Yes Sire”

These newBorns had to be taught respect

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It's been days since I met Christopher and I can't stop thinking about him. He's messing up my work. I keep going back to the way he moaned and gasped when I took his fingers to my mouth.

How hard he felt when I pressed against, him. How his eyes clouded with desperate raw lust and just for a second he was mine to have.

I wanted nothing more than to experience that feeling for even a second again. it was the most fun I've had in years.

When I had first gotten in there after my meeting with the Ash coven. I was just looking to hunt for some food, but then I was so drawn to the bartender I had to stay longer.

I listened to his thoughts blundered after he saw me and I couldn't help but be more enamored. He thought I was beautiful. He wanted to kiss my lips. I found it charming, addictive, exhilarating

Then I heard the conversation about my sexuality and his contribution and knew I had to have him. I flirted with everyone. It was in my nature and I even flirted with the “married woman” Christopher was so angry about.

Then everything changed when the glass broke and he cut his finger. The moment the scent of his blood hit me, I knew the stakes were a lot higher. I had to have a little taste. I was barely able to control myself.

He was pure bliss. I reminisced about how he tasted and my mouth watered. It's been so long since I wanted to drink from someone the way I wanted to drink from Christopher and if I was being honest. None of them were ever like Christopher

He was different in a way that I couldn't describe. He called to my soul or whatever was left of it. He drew me to him

I needed to find him myself. I needed to have him. The hunt was part of it so I went searching for him.

………

I stood outside the bar again. It was afternoon and I knew Christopher was in there. I knew his every move. I'd been stalking him like an obsessed creep.

Christopher Russell, 22 yrs old. Accounting major. He seemed like the accounting type. He looked like a nerd albeit a hot one. He looked even hotter when he had his glasses on and he was focusing on some school work at the library.

Don't ask me how I know.

I knew when he had every class. I knew his little girlfriend. I knew he hated her, I knew his mother and father. I knew they were plain boring average people and Christopher had done accounting to take over the family business, a small accounting firm.

He was stable, boring but somehow underneath that boring I knew there was fun, hiding waiting to be unleashed.

Christopher walked out and cursed. I knew he was late for class. He'd come in because he “forgot” a bag with his research papers at work.

He didn't forget it. I intentionally created the narrative.

I came out of my car and strolled up to him. I watched as recognition hit and a blush creeped on his cheeks. His breath lightens and his heart rate increases.

Cute

“Hello Christopher, it's been a while” I smiled at him. Watching him stare.

For someone that claimed to be straight, he was so affected by me.

“Hey Dante,” he sputtered. Clutching his saddle bag.

I feel bad for the boy. I know the effect I have on people , especially when I focus my charm on them.

“What're you doing here, around this time. Should you be in class?”

I gave him a once over.

Goddd he looked so good to eat

He looked shocked. So I had to explain how I knew.

“You're wearing a collage sweatshirt”

He looked confused and then nodded. “I feel so stupid” he said shyly.

“So where's your car?” I asked, looking around knowing fully well he didn't have one.

“Oh, I don't have one yet. I don't really know how to drive”

I nodded understandingly and then went for the kill.

“Do you want a ride?”

He looked shocked and then began to shake his head.

“I can't really, I mean you have somewhere to go right?” He said looking up at me.

“Not really, plus you seem like you're late. I'm going that way anyway, Soo”

He looked like he was contemplating. I saw the moment he decided to follow me.

“Ok, if you insist” he clutched his bag and followed me.

Jackpot.

I opened the door for him and watched him try to play it off. God he was so adorable.

As we drove downtown to his school I watched him in silence. He was so tense. Wound up like a prey on alert. His body

somehow alert of my being a predator.

He began to relax after a while, leaning his head on the window and sighing. He looked so beautiful. He was a handsome nerdy brunette with green eyes. He had the most beautiful pouty lips that would look even better wrapped around my cock.

I felt a twitch in my pants and looked away. I had taken a longer route to the school to stretch our time together.

“So what are you studying?” I asked him to

start a conversation and hopefully complete my plans.

“I'm majoring in accounting”

“Are you any good?” I asked even though I knew his GPA. He wasn't just good, he was a genius.

“Yes”

“Well, I know you'll be graduating soon and I need an accountant to replace the one I've got, Alvin retiring. So you could start interning with him and once he leaves you can take over the ropes” I said as I watched his eyes open wide staring at me in disbelief.

“It's a paid internships, plus we provide a lot of benefits”

I parked in a parking space close to his lecture building. I pulled out a card and handed it to him as he got out from my car

“You should think about it” I waved at him and drove off grinning with satisfaction.