After the meeting, I needed to feed. So, I left for my study. I waited for my meal to arrive.

It didn't take long before I heard a soft knock on the other side of the cherry oak door. The door slid open and a female human entered. She looked to be around her twenties and wore little to hide her curvy body. She looked at me seductively from underneath her eyelashes as she moved to stand in the middle of my study.

My fangs ached to sink into the warm, bare skin before me. The human meal knelt in front of me, naked and eager. She wanted nothing more than to serve me. Vampires were born with a natural addictive lure that was irresistible to our meals. In return for their blood, they experience a kind of blissful high that no kind of narcotic or illegal drugs could replace.

There were different flavors to human blood. It varies from their emotions. For me, blood tastes best when they are being fucked.

I licked my teeth and could feel my fangs sharpening. The human's head was down in a submissive position. Completely naked and willing.

Crouching low, I thread my fingers through her obsidian hair. Tugging back, I forced her to look at me. Her throat worked up and down as she swallowed. Her blue eyes were swirling with need and want. She could already feel my power. The allure of my skin and body. She wanted me.

"My King," she moaned, "please."

"Please what?" I smirked.

Her sexual hormones reeked the air. I could smell how wet she was.

"Please, my lord," she begged further.

I felt her hands on me. Her hands slid underneath my suit jacket and slid it off my shoulders. When I didn't stop her, she scooted closer and tugged furiously at my white dress shirt.

In a matter of seconds, she took off my jacket and dress shirt. She moved onto my belt next. Her hands fumbled with eagerness.

While she was fumbling, I looked at her hair. A flash of Ophelia's red fiery hair flashed in my mind. I imagined her naked and ready for me, just like the human before me, and instantly I became hard as a rock. I imagined her kneeling down on her knees while she took me in her mouth and could feel pre-cum coat my boxers.

And then I blinked and saw black hair and eager blue eyes.

"My lord..." she panted.

I stood up abruptly. The image of Ophelia took me off guard. The fucking witch irritates me to no end. Why the fuck am I thinking about her?

"What would you like me to do? Do you want me to suck you? Please tell me what to do to please you."

I shoved a hand through my hair and hissed through my teeth. Just then, I saw her hand lift to grab my cock, and I grabbed her wrist. I fixed my lower half to not expose myself.

Suddenly, I no longer found interest in sex. I yanked her up to her full height.

Maybe I'll just feed but couldn't feel irritated. This was out of the norm for me. I like sex. I like it when I have the screaming beneath me.

Fuck, what's happening to me?

Putting my other hand through her hair, I pulled her head to the side so I could bite into her neck. My canines lengthening, I leaned forward to sink my fangs into her skin.

However, I was interrupted when I heard a particularly cheery voice.

"No way! You even have human slaves? Isn't that a little barbaric and so in the 17th century?"

I stopped and pulled back.

Ophelia giggled like a schoolgirl, and I heard a man's voice.

"Oh god, really? Now, I'm interested in how I taste. C'mon bite me. Tell me how I taste."

I growled and shoved the human meal away from me. Stalking to the study door, I almost ripped the damn thing from the wall.

"Oh, shit!" Ophelia screamed in fright and clutched at her chest.

Her wide eyes found me. Next to her was my guard, Felix. He was one guard that walked my wing. He must have found Ophelia wandering again. My eyes moved between them and noticed how close they were standing to each other. Ophelia was practically clinging to him.

When I looked at Felix, he took an enormous step away from Ophelia.

"You scared me! I almost punched you in the face," she threatened, still trying to calm herself.

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" I hissed.

"I got hungry. I stepped out of the bedroom and got lost. Gorgeous Felix found me and brought me here. He thought we should ask you for permission first."

Ophelia started walking to Felix. I grabbed her wrist before pulling her back to my side.

"I can't get away from you, can I?" I snarled.

"Felix-"

"Felix is about to leave," I interrupted, before turning to look at him. "Get her out of my room."

Felix understood and walked past me into my room. Ophelia stood on her tiptoes to look over my shoulders. She was always so curious and it bugs the crap out of me.

The human girl walked out, but not before she looked at Ophelia with anger. As soon as Felix and the human girl left, I pulled Ophelia inside my study.

"I don't think I want to be in a room that you just used to fuck," Ophelia said in disgust from behind me.

"I use my bedroom to fuck," I lied.

"I guess it is a good thing I live in the red crystal then!"

I smirked without looking at her. I dragged and tossed her onto the sofa.

Her hair fell all over her face. I noticed she changed into the clothes I asked to be delivered to her. She changed from my dress shirt into a grey t-shirt and black lounge pants.

She shot right back up and glared at me.

"Don't push me around." She jabbed a finger at my chest with each word.

"Not right now, Ophelia. I don't have enough patience to handle you right now." I'm hungry as fuck and she interrupted my meal.

"We want to talk about patience? I'll let you in on a little news. My patience with you is just about to run dry, buddy. So don't get snippy with me. You are a real jackass."

My jaw ticked as our eyes leveled with each other. Many have found me intimidating and would never look me in the eyes for too long. However, fucking Ophelia was glaring at me. If her eyes shoot laser, she'll fry my ass right to the hard floor.

And god damn it all, I'm fucking hard again.

I pushed her back onto the sofa. She fell easily, but fought to stand back up again. Stopping her attempt to use her hands, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the sofa. She was about to kick me, but I got on her lap. I trapped her between my knees.

"Atlas, let me go. I don't think you want to mess with me right now. I just about had it with you. I'm hungry-"

"Hungry? Now, that is something you and I both have in common. Turns out, you interrupted my meal time," I whispered, leaning closer to her.

Her emerald eyes staring straight into my crimson ones. My nose was mere centimeters from hers.

"And I'm just as fucking angry as you are."

"That is not my problem," she snarled, leaning as forward as she could.

I smirked.

"Oh, but it is."

"Get off me."

I leaned down and skimmed my lips across her cheek. She stopped moving. She was stiff as a board. My lips tingle and my fangs were sharp and ready. It ached more than ever. I have never felt such a need to feed until now. I wanted to. I wanted to sink into her flesh so badly and drink her.

Inhaling, I took a big breath of her scent. Perfect, not too strong and so feminine.

"Since you interrupted my meal, it is only fair that you quench my thirst, witch."

I could hear her heartbeat. It quickened and the blood flow rushed pounded in my eardrum. My fangs grazed her neck and I couldn't stop myself from grounding my body against hers. I groaned, almost in pain from how good it felt.

"Oh yeah, I must smell like a 400-year-old wine. Wouldn't you love to have a taste of me?" she taunted, but I could hear how breathy she was. She wanted it.

I nipped her neck playfully. Enough to get a little of taste from her, but not to pierce her skin. She inhaled.

"Don't provoke me."

I should have known she would do the opposite. Ophelia leaned into my chest and bit my pectoral. I hissed at the unexpected pain. She dug her teeth in hard. I'm sure she drew blood. I released her hands and she let me go.

My blood stained her lips. Damn, that turned me on even more. My gaze dropped to her bite mark. She shoved me off from her and stood up.

"Ophelia-"

Her hands opened. With a flick of her wrist, a white stream of light flew from her hand and hit me. Instantly, I felt off.

"What did you do?" I growled, standing up to grab her cheeks with one hand. Ophelia's eyes burned with retribution.

"Teaching you a lesson," she responded coolly.

A second later, I shrunk right in front of her.

What did you do? I barked.

Barked?

What the fuck?

Ophelia crouched and picked me up.

You turned me into a fucking dog?

"I think it is time I teach you a little lesson. I am not your average woman. I wasn't born yesterday. I am a four hundred-year-old witch who has a vendetta. I'm conniving and untrustworthy. I'm dangerous, Atlas." Her eyes glowed with a powerful characteristic.

I'm livid! I'm a King and to be disrespected to this level? I wanted to kill the witch.

Then she blinked, and the glow disappeared. She smiled and rubbed her cheek against my fur.

"I should torture you while you are this vulnerable, but you are so damn cute. Maybe I should have turned you into a toad. They are disgusting and slimy."

Ophelia was an insane and sadistic witch.

Turn me back now, witch!

"No. I kind of like you like this. You're adorable."

I'll fucking kill you, Ophelia.

"I can't be killed, Dracula. I'm as immortal as you are."

Everyone has a weakness, Ophelia. I'll find yours.

She sighed and tucked me into her arms. I tried getting out of her grip, but she slapped my ass.

"Hold still."

She slapped my ass. The damn woman slapped my ass like a child. I growled angrily and turned to bite her damn hand off, but she moved to scratch behind my ear and I couldn't stop purring. I'm going to kill her. First, I'm going to torture her. Then I'll drain every drop of blood from her body and end her life.

Of all the things she turns me into, she turns me into a fucking mutt.

Ophelia, turn me back now.

Ophelia huffed and lifted me up to look at her.

"If I turn you back, you promise not to be mad."

No promises.

"Then I'll just- "She stopped when we heard voices in the hallway. Fuck, someone was coming. They can't see me like this.

Fine, I snarled.

"And you'll take me out to eat?"

Don't push your luck, Ophelia. It is taking everything in me not to kill you or lock your ass up for eternity.

"This wasn't all my fault, Atlas. You should already know, you started this manhandling first."

I glowered in her direction.

"Ok, you are just adorable when you make that face."

Change me back.

She sighed before putting me on the floor. Opening her palms, she flicked her wrist. A second later, I changed back to myself and the second I was free; I jumped on her. I pinned her up against the wall, making sure her hands weren't free and I bit into her neck hard.

Ophelia gasped and then moaned. As soon as I felt her rub up against me, I let go of her hands. Yanking her body close to mine, I let her feel how hard I was.

God, I was pissed. So fucking pissed. I put all that aggressiveness through that one bite and sucked her blood.

Her blood filled my mouth and ran down my parched throat. It tasted so sweet and addictive. Nothing like I tasted before.

Her fingernails dug into my bare back.

A knock sounded at the door. I growled angrily at the intruder. They stopped knocking. Ophelia mewed in my arms.

When I quenched my thirst, I pulled back. She nearly collapsed in my arms. I swept her up before she could hit the floor.

"Y-you bit me, you asshole," she whispered weakly and in shock.

"In retaliation. Ophelia, don't you ever use your magic on me again. I will bite you and drank you dry." Her blood coated my lips and dripped down my chin.

"I'm going to die," she cried weakly and leaned her head against my shoulder.

I looked down at her. Her eyes were slowly fluttering shut. Opening the door, I walked back to my bedroom.

"You're immortal. So, you won't die. This is your first time being fed on. You'll be weak, but your body will get used to it."

"Fucking Dracula, I'm not done with you yet," she mumbled and buried her face in my chest. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling.

Ophelia knocked out before I reached my bedroom. Opening the door, I carried her inside and placed her on my bed. Pulling the bedcovers, I covered her sleeping form. Sitting down next to her, I pondered my reasoning of keeping her alive. She wasn't anybody important to me, but I still couldn't find it in me to kill her.

I licked my lips and could still taste her. I was too impulsive. Now that I've tasted her, I wanted more.