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was a tasty appetizer. “Not tonight.”
    Purring, she moved back from him, dazed but her memory of a passionate interlude would serve her well.
    As the tall glass of the club’s finest malt scotch was placed in front of him, Drisco scanned the perimeter of the club, searching for the perfect man. Soon after taking the first sip of the rich liquid he found the very human he was looking for. Standing by himself, the brawny man was at least six foot four with shoulder length dreds. His keen eyesight allowed him to see the way the man’s muscles ripped through the thin, body-hugging shirt.
    He was quite turned on. Drisco watched his prey’s movements and could quickly see the black man was very much alone, perhaps scoping for something sexual just as he was. Licking the rim of his glass, Drisco savored both the flavor of the warm scotch as well as the draw toward the stranger. He was very keen on finding a submissive companion for the night by allowing his varied senses to take over. Men rarely showed their docile side in public, preferring to live the lie society forced on them. Even from this darkened corner of the bar he could surmise many things about the man he was going to drink from and fuck.
    Mr. Tall, Dark and Gorgeous wanted nothing more than to have a Dom take complete control of him, body and soul. God, he did love savagely fucking a human on all fours, male or female. Humans were created and bred to be taken like animals. Period. Something he enjoyed tremendously. He took another swig of his drink and eased off the barstool. Time to feed.
    Drisco moved through the crowd, licking his chops as his canines expanded. The closer he drew to the stunning hunk, the more he ached. He forced himself to wait in the shadows. Closing his eyes, he was able to read the man’s mind. The name Marcos seemed to suit him, rough-hewn with flair.
    Marcos polished off a beer and slapped the bottle down on top of a table, instantly heading into the crowd.
    There was no need to hurry. Marcos was merely going to the john, something he might not have to worry about again. Hmm… he wasn’t into killing his prey or turning them either. Both choices had their share of complications. However there was something about this one… No, he couldn’t allow himself to think this way. He glided forward, moving further into the darkness and toward the long hallway housing the bathrooms.
    Drisco stood in the shadows, remaining totally quiet as other men passed by. Closing his eyes, he sensed the second Marcos was near. Without issuing a sound, he grabbed Marcos around the neck, pulling him backwards. The hold cut the man’s ability to make any noise and allowed him to drag Marcos further into the darkened hallway. He’d been in the club enough times to know and use the storerooms located in the very back of the club. They were never entered into at night, giving him complete privacy for fucking and feeding.
    The moment he closed the door and let Marcos go, he knew the man was going to fight the inevitable. The emergency lighting nestled in the corner of the room allowed both men to see outlines, but Drisco had the distinct advantage. He could make out every detail of the sexy God-like creature. Even Marcos’ cock was beautiful, long and thick. Damn, he was hot as shit and Drisco wanted nothing more than to be hard as a rock.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Marcos demanded, tumbling backwards. He quickly righted his body, hissing as he took a fighter’s stance.
    “Your worst nightmare.” Drisco loved playing with them, especially when they were full of sass. His entire body was chilled, the need to feed as strong as it had ever been. Thank God he was old enough to have control. Too many of the young vampires seduced, then sliced and diced, keeping the local cops on edge. He had much more finesse.
    “What? You some freak?”
    “I’m your salvation.” Taking a single step forward, he barred his fangs. The way Marcos responded was somewhat of a