Once Bitten

New York stank of sin... and Dominic Vale ruled it like a god.

The first to be born of his kind.

Half dragon. Half vampire.

From the top floor of The Crimson Fang, his personal fortress carved into the sky with blood money and dragon fire, he stared down at the glowing city like a predator. Every inch of this concrete jungle bent to him... supernatural or not. Witches, vampires, lycans, humans even corrupt politicians - all danced on his leash.

He didn't need a throne. The city was his.

Hidden beneath layers of glamour and secrecy, his empire expanded in every borough, every alley, every breath of supernatural life that dared to whisper in the shadows. From blood trafficking, and magical weapons to cursed contracts and body-bound deals... nothing moved without his permission.

He wasn't just feared.

He was law.

And tonight, that law was being broken.

The chamber inside the Crimson Fang... his underground dungeon disguised beneath a derelict cathedral... was carved from obsidian and bone. Fire danced in steel sconces along the stone walls, casting sharp shadows across the faces of those who entered.

Two of the guards... Lycans in tight suits and cruel smiles, shoved the trembling councilman inside. Abe Cruz looked pathetic. Sweat dripping down his double chin.

"Your late." Dominic said cooly, voice thick with a quiet threat.

His Armani suit was torn. His lip, bleeding. His pride, gone.

Dominic sat above him, sprawled like a lion on a perch, power coiled in every inch of his towering frame. Horns peeked through the shadows of his hair. His crimson eyes glowed-inhuman, unreadable, predatory.

"You disappoint me, Abe," Dominic murmured, voice a low velvet growl that echoed through the chamber. "After all I did for you. Paid for your little campaign. Covered your dirt. Bought your seat on the council like a good puppet."

"And still come empty-handed, I assume."

Abe stammered, sweat beading at his temple. "I... I didn't forget, I just-business is slow, Vale. I'm selling off some of my assets..."

"You mean your daughter's trust fund? Or her deceased mother's brownstone in Brooklyn?" Dominic's smirk was cruel. "Touch those, and I'll rip your spine out through your throat. Slowly."

Abe face paled.

Dominic stood, and the air changed.

The heat in the room rise with every step he took, fire licking at the stone around them. His dragon stirred beneath his skin. A creature forged of shadows and flame. Destroyer. Hungry. Restless.

"You think you can play me, Abe? Think because I deal with humans I won't burn one to ash?"

"N... No! I swear I'll get your money. "I'll--"

Dominic stopped inches from him.

"You won't have to," he said smoothly, eyes narrowing. "I've found another form of payment.

A pause.

Then that wicked, bone-chilling smirk returned.

"Your daughter."

She works at Sydney & Sinclair law firm.

"Correct."

Abe choked. "What? No-you cant-Dominic, she has nothing to do with this... she doesn't even know..."

"Exactly." Dominic crouched, dragging a clawed finger under Abe's chin, lifting his face like a child about to be scolded. "And I think it's time she did."

He inhaled slowly, nostrils flaring.

A scent lingered on Abe's clothes.

Jasmine. Lavender. Vanilla. Cream.

Dominic's eyes rolled back for a breath, then snapped forward... glowing brighter.

The dragon.

His beast didn't just want her. It needed her. To mark her womb with fire and seed and name.

Destroyer roared in his blood.

His soulstone burned at his flesh.

His voice dropped, dark and final.

"She's mine."

"She's my payment now," Dominic growled. "She'll pay your debt. One scream at a time."

Abe sat with wide eyes in the middle of the floor sobbing, saying, "Bella, I'm sorry."

Dominic gave two fucks, about human tears. Towering over the crumbled man.

Through telepathy, he summoned his second in command.

"Go to Isabella's house and wait for her there. Take her... unharmed and bring her back to the lair.

"Yes, my lord. As you command."

The link snapped, silence falling like a blade.

Little did Isabella know that her whole world is about to be flipped upside down.

Secrets will unfold and trust will broken.

The last floor of the Sydney & Sinclair tower gleamed like obsidian under moonlight, inside, Isabella Cruz sat in her glass-walled office, heels kicked off, silk blouse half-unbuttoned, legal briefs strewn across the table like battle plans. She was hours past exhaustion, yet looked like she could devour a courtroom-and any man foolish enough to challenge her.

The city pulsed below her. Fast, hungry. Just like her.

She took a long sip from her tumbler of whiskey, the taste smoky and sharp. Her reflection in the window looked back: power suit loosened, curls cascading down her back, eyes unreadable.

Bella was a force. A woman who bent the world to her will. And yet... she was so very alone.

It had been one year. One year since she had real intimacy. The touch and scent of man she longed for.

Her ex Sam, wanted to change her, more or less to be a mannequin, the kind that was beautiful but just smiles and wave.

Like hell. She's no one's puppet.

Bella doesn't mind being submissive, she hasn't met one yet, to make her bend. It's always been her who took the lead.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was showing 9:37 p. m. She stayed longer than what she planned for. She need to go home and pump her breast, because they were heavy and full.

Sliding into her stilettos. Stacking the files neatly in the corner of her desk. Rising from her chair, she gave one last glance making sure things were in order. Pleased with what you saw she turned off the lights, shutting the door behind her. Taking the private elevator down to the garage, saying goodnight to the night watchmen.

The only thing waiting for her at home is a bottle of whiskey and the lastest shows on Netflix. Sighing, she turned on the car and drove home.

Unaware of the shadows in the darkness.

Isabella Cruz drove at a steady pace through the rainy streets. Listening to one of her favorite female rappers. Niki Minaj, "Monster," rapping word for word on her way home. She was tired. Needed to pump. Horny as hell.

For some odd reason, her dad was blowing up her phone with cryptic messages.

Lock your doors. Stay inside. Don't trust anyone.

She rolled her eyes.

Dude was always paranoid. Something about business going south. Money problems. Politics.

Whatever.

Her father, Abe was powerful and well-connected man, always busy, always vague. She had learned not to ask too many questions.

He may have given her and her mother the finest things in life, but he also gave a empty spot at the dinner table. Work always came before family.

When her mother got sick with stage four cancer, not even all the money in the world could save her. When she passed away, she was the only one at her dying bedside. It enraged her, because she died from a broken heart and from the disease that ate at her brain.

It's been four long years, since we had a real father daughter relationship. She didn't need money, her mom left her the brownstone apartments. Plus her trust fund. Working just kept her occupied.

A shiver crept over her body, shaking it off.

As she stepped into her house, dropped her bag... and froze.

The lights didn't work.

The second she reached for her phone, something crashed into her from behind. A cloth over her mouth. Thick arms pinning her. She screamed, kicked, scratched. Useless.

Everything faded to black...

Because tonight, she would pay for every lie he ever told.

The room was hot.

Too hot.

Isabella head pounded as she came to.

She was pissed the fuck off because her breast were aching and she was barefoot.

Her wrist were raw. Her body clad in a thin black silk slip that hugged every curve. Her thick thighs, full breast... all exposed like a fucking offering.

"What the hell?" she whispered, sitting up on a oversized bed surrounded by gold and shadows. Her wrist free now, but her body felt slick with need.

The door opened.

He entered.

"You're awake, Isabella" he said, his voice rich, deep, and lethal. "Good. I was growing impatient."

Allow for me to introduce myself.

I'm Dominic Vale.

He stood over her like a war god, sculptured from shadows, muscles inked with a ancient dragon runes that pulsed with a strange heat. A black cross necklace dangled from his neck. Guns strapped to his waist.

And looked at her like he owned her.

"You," she spat. "Let me the fuck out of here before I..."

"You'll what?" he asked, voice like smoke and sin. "Scratch me? Run?"

She stood, shoulders back, chin high. "I don't care who the fuck you are. How do you know my name? Why did you bring me here? Where's my father?!"

"You kidnapped me."

He stepped closer. The air heated with his presence. "Your father sold more than his soul to me, little dove. He sold your future the moment he borrowed my power."

"I don't belong to you," she said, jaw tight.

Dominic's mouth curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You will."

Isabella fists clenched. She was smart. She was no damsel. Her father had forced her through combat training since she was ten. She knew how to disarm, how to fight, how to kill if she had to. But none of it prepared her for Dominic Vale.

Dominic's eyes flickered... gold and burning. The dragon stirred beneath his skin.

"I don't want a toy," he growled. I want a mate. One that fights. One that bleeds. One that'll claw my back open when I take her so hard she forgets her name."

Her breath caught.

"I'm not yours," she whispered.

He stepped even closer. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. His scent was fire and leather and lust. She wanted to slap him and saddle him at the same time.

"You feel it too," he said lowly. "That pull between us. That thing burning under your skin. Your father's blood might be human filth-but you, Isabella? You were made for a dragon."

His hand touched her waist... firm, but not forceful.

She shivered.

"Get your fucking hands off me," she said.

"Make me," he whispered.

So she did.

She slapped him... hard. Her palm echoed across the stone walls.

He didn't blink.

Instead, he grabbed her. One hand on her throat... not choking, just owning. The other on her hip. He pinned her against the wall with terrifying grace, towering over her, his voice nothing but a growl now.

"You want dark?" he rasped. "Then look me in the eyes when I say this, goddess... if I wanted you on your knees, you'd already be there. But I want you to break first. I want you to hate me... right up until you come so hard screaming my name, you forget how to say your own."

Her thighs clenched.

"You're disgusting," she hissed. But he nipples betrayed her, hard beneath the silk, little droplets of milk formed.

He saw.

He sniffed.

He grinned.

And then, he stepped back.

Just like that.

Isabella blinked.

"You'll sleep in my bed," he said, voice cool again, "but I won't touch you until you ask for it."

"Don't hold your breath."

"Oh, I won't." He leaned in close, fangs flashing as he whispered.

I'll hold yours."

The Empire was quiet. The city below was a graveyard of secrets.

Isabella lay in the massive bed, silk sheets clinging to her curves. She hadn't touched the food. She hadn't cried. She was still too furious.

But she couldn't stop thinking about her father, why would he drag her down with him. Everything she ever worked hard for will be shot to hell.

Then she thought about Dominic and his eyes.

Or the heat.

Or that deep, primal need that curled in her belly like warning to be fed.

She closed her eyes.

That's when she felt it.

The air shifted.

Heat rolled in like a wave.

Her eyes flew open - and there he was.

Dominic Vale.

But not a man.

As something more.

The dragon bowed its massive head... and its muzzle brushed her bare thigh. Heat flooded her core. Her body betrayed her, arching, throbbing for the beast who claimed her.

Then, in a flash of fire, he was human again-naked, gleaming with sweat, panting.

He knelt at the foot of the bed.

The king of all kings, on his knees before her.

"You're mine," he said.

And for one wild, terrible moment - she wanted to believe it.

Her plan was to get away, she wasn't going to allow herself to fall this monster of a man.

She ran.

Isabella Cruz didn't know how, but somehow-some way-she broke out.

it had taken hours.

She waited until the guards changed. Picked the lock with a bobby pin she'd yanked from her hair. Slipped barefoot down a hallway built like a damn castle with enchanted steel doors and glowing runes.

But she made it.

Almost.

Almost.

She was halfway down the tunnel leading out of the Crimson Fang when the air turned thick. Hot. Possessive.

A growl rolled through the corridor.

He found her.

Dominic Vale stepped from the shadows like death incarnate... barefoot, shirtless, his black pants hanging low on his hips. The tattoos on his chest were glowing, dragon magic pulsing like molten chains across his skin.

"you think you can run from me?" he asked, voice so low it make the walls tremble.

She didn't answer.

She tried to punch him.

He caught her wrist mid-swing, twisted her around, pressed her up against the wall, his chest burning against her back.

"You broke my rule," he whispered into her ear.

You will be punished, for this.

She struggled. "Let me go!"

"I told you what would happen if you ran."

"You don't own me!"

"But I will."

He dragged her down the hall like a predator carrying its prey. She kicked, hit, spat, screamed... he didn't flinch. He carried her like she weighed nothing. Her body burned where he touched her.

He opened a door.

Not the bedroom.

Something else.

The Room.

Stones walls. Firelight. Chains hung from the celling. A black padded bench sat in the center. Shelves lined with cuffs, whips, leather straps, and things she couldn't name.

Dominic dropped her onto the bench. She glared up at him, chest heaving, hair wild around her shoulders.

"You gonna to torture me now?" she sneered.

He stepped close.

"Im going to show you what happens when someone disrespects a dragon king," he said darkly, "and what it feels like to belong to me."

With vampiric speed.

He cuffed her wrist to the bench. Ankles spread and bound with enchanted leather straps that pulsed with magic. The moment the cuffs locked, a moan slipped from her lips - involuntary. A dark thrill whispered across her flawless mocha skin.

She hated him.

She wanted him.

God help her.

He ran a single clawed fingertip down her inner thigh.

She trembled.

"No safe words." he said. "But if you truly want me to stop, all you have to do is beg."

"Fuck you."

He smirked.

Soon, I promise.

Then he began.

A leather paddle, not hard - just enough to make her gasp. Then again. And again. Her ass warmed, burned, her breath hitched. He alternated with his palm, then his tongue, bitting gently, soothing with his mouth, torturing her with confusion.

"You smell like fire and rebellion," he growled against her neck. "Your body's begging for me even if your mouth hasn't figured it out yet."

She didn't want to moan.

Didn't want to love the way he made her feel like live wire on the edge of combustion.

But when he spread her wider and pressed his lips at her soaked pussy through her black laced thong...

She broke.

"Dominic..." she gasped.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing you didn't already crave."

He lifted his head, eyes glowing crimson red. "Say it again."

"I hate you," she whispered.

He smirked.

"I'll make you come screaming that hate out of your throat."

He had torn the silk slip off her body, undid her straps and cuffs. She stood dazed, as he circled her until her ass was completely resting on his cock.

A with a low feral growl, dangerously at her ear saying.

"Tonight, Isabella... I'm going to teach you how to kneel, only for me."

Dominic's hand tangled gently in her hair... not painful, just enough pressure to make her rise on her tiptoes, her breath catching from the sudden control.

"Good girl." he purred darkly against her ear.

He led her into the next room. A massive four-poster bed draped in black silk dominated the space. Candles flickered along the walls, casting warm gold over red velvet and obsidian stone.

But it was the mirror that stole her breath.

A full wall of reflection directly across from the bed.

"Look," he said.

She did.

And what she saw made her thighs clenched.

Her mocha skin shimmered under candlelight, breasts heaving, standing at attention, nipples like little buttons, with milk droplets, pussy swollen, her juices running down her thigh, sweat beading across her lower back. Dominic stood behind her, licking one of those beads like it was the first taste at something forbidden.

Her moan echoed off the glass.

He growled, low and dangerous. "You taste like sin and moonlight."

Then... a hum vibrated from his chest. She felt it. Warm. Alive.

His soulstone-embedded just beneath his sternum glowed crimson, veins of gold pulsing from its core. The mark of his royal bloodline.

His fangs extended as his head jerked slightly, eyes wild. "What the fuck..."

Raw power coursed through him like wildfire.

Her arousal had triggered something ancient.

His inner beast snarled. "Mark. "Mate."

Dominic clenched his jaw. "Calm down." he growled to himself. "We have time."

He released her hair and stepped in front of her, voice like a velvet command.

"Unbuckle my pants."

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she obeyed. When she slid the belt free and lowered his zipper, she gasped softly.

He was huge. Cock and balls.

Thick. Heavy. Already leaking precum at the tip.

He stepped out of his pants now wearing only boxer briefs that barely contained him.

"Kneel Isabella."

She dropped gracefully, knees parting, eyes locked on his.

He slid his boxers down, and his cock sprang free... thick and veined, the head glistening. The scent of her arousal clung to him.

Isabella swallowed hard, then wrapped her hand around his shaft.

He twitched in her grip.

Without saying a word, she licked the tip, testing salt and heat and sin. Using both hands to stoke his dick.

Soon she was adjusting her jaw, working to take him deeper, her head had bobbed from up and down. From side to side. Massaging his balls.

His head fell back. "By the dark gods..."

When she held him in her throat moaning around his length, a tear had tickled down her cheek. Dominic growled - then gently pulled her up with a wet pop, he crushed his mouth to hers.

He kissed her like he wanted to own her soul.

Then he laid her on the bed, lips swollen, eyes glazed in need.

He didn't bother sliding her thong off.

With one sharp flick of his claw, he sliced it clean.

Her pussy was glistening... wet, open, aching.

He inhaled deeply, eyes darkening. "Your ripe."

Then he dropped to his knees and plunged his tongue into her pussy going places no man had ever touched.

Isabella cried out, hips bucking.

Dominic devoured her. Licking her ass. Sucking on her clit. Drawing her nectar into his mouth like a man starved. She squirted all over his face and down his throat. Her legs shook around his head. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. His name fell from her lips like a prayer and a curse.

He pulled back, his lips slick, eyes glowing.

"Your mine now."

And she didn't dare to deny it.

Her scent was everywhere - sweet, wild, addictive.

It clung to his tongue, filled his lungs, marked his soul.

What started out as a punishment is now pleasure as well.

Dominic rose from her trembling thighs, lips wet with her juices, eyes glowing bright crimson, his fangs fully extended. The beast inside him - the dragon, the vampire, the king... was no longer whispering.

It was roaring.

"On your hands and knees."

His voice was deeper, darker. Almost not human.

Isabella obeyed, her body already trembling with anticipation. Her breath came in soft pants, thighs slick, core aching, Her heart pounded like a drum calling the wild.

She didn't know if she should fear him.

But she wanted him.

She wanted to be claimed. Ruined, Owned.

Dominic crawled up behind her, every inch of him a predator ready to feast.

He gripped her hips tightly, thumbs digging into her flesh just enough to leave bruises... a signature only he would see. He dragged his cock slowly through her folds, teasing, coating himself in her arousal.

"Your mine," he growled, more to himself than her. "Every breath, every scream, every drop of blood..."

Then thrust.

Hard.

Deep.

Isabella's cry echoed in the chamber, her body jolting forward from the force. He didn't give her time to adjust - he pulled back and slammed in again, each stroke rough, brutal, desperate. The sound of skin slapping filled the air, mixed with growls, gasps, and filthy moans and whimpers.

She gripped the sheets, mouth open in a silent scream.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice was animalistic.

"Yours," she sobbed. "I'm yours!"

The dragon inside him roared.

Faster. Deeper. Savage.

His claws grazed her sides, his mouth finding the back of her neck. His hips rolled like a machine, unrelenting. His balls slapped against her soaked pussy with every punishing thrust.

Then he bit her.

Hard.

Her blood tasted like liquid fire.

His fangs pierced the curve of her neck, and lightning exploded in her blood. She screamed again... not from pain, but from a pleasure so intense it ripped through her like fire.

Her pussy clenched violently, and she came-hard.

Dominic roared against her skin as her orgasm triggered his own.

He thrust deep and held, cock pulsing, flooding her with seed.

His mark glowed on her skin... red... gold, eternal.

He collapsed over her panting, the bond sealing between them like a sacred brand burned into flesh and soul.

"I claimed you," he said hoarsely, licking the blood from her neck. "Now you belong to me... body, heart, everything."

And deep in her bones, Isabella knew...

She was no longer just human.

She was his.

Just when she thought he was done, he started moving again.

Isabella tried to crawl forward, but it was no use... he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back like prey. "Fine."

"You running?" he growled, voice a dark rumble in his throat.

Without warning, he slammed into her again, this time with full fury of beast unleashed.

The headboard shook violently as her body was driven forward. Each thrust sent her crashing into the top of the bed. Her fingers digging into the bed, but there was nowhere to run. No escaping the rhythm of his savage possession.

He fucked her like she was his territory. Her ass wiggled, jiggled, and bounced.

Hard. Unrelenting. Dominant.

"Mine," he snarled, fangs bared, slamming into her again.

"Yours - Dominic!" she gasped, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

He gripped her throat and pulled her back into a brutal arch, bending her body to his will. Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat... wild, racing, barely human.

His other hand reached around to rub her clit in rough, precise circles. Her walls clamped down, and he hissed in her ear.

"Cum for me again."

Her entire body shattered... again. Her screams echoed off the walls.

Dominic didn't stop.

He flipped her over with effortless strength. Now facing him, her legs were thrown over his shoulders. Her hands reached for his back, gripping tight as he thrust into her again, deeper this time. Too deep.

She sobbed with pleasure, mouth open, breasts bouncing with each savage thrust.

He bent down, fangs grazing her nipple sucking hard, drawing blood and warm sweet milk from her. He moaned, eyes glowing like molten rubies. The taste made something snap inside him... his sentral unraveling like thread on fire.

"You're made to feed me," he snarled against her chest. "To carry my young. You were built for me.

"You feel that?" he growled. "That's my cock claiming you."

Her moan turned into a scream. Her orgasm hit like a freight train... violently, unstoppable.

He thrust once more, then again, holding deep.

A feral roar tore from his throat as he spilled into her, dick jerking with each pulse of release.

He collapsed over her, panting, sweat glistening on her skin. He licked the blood from her neck where his bite throbbed with heat, glowing faintly.

"Run again, bella" he whispered against her lips. "And I'll burn the whole city down."

She didn't want to.

She knew he would.

He was a man/monster of his word.

"Spent and satisfied, the heavy weight of their passion pulled her into a deep blissful sleep."

Dominic had found his queen, the one who will rule at his side. Bare his younglings. But something about Isabella changed the moment he bit her, his dragon destroyer bowed in recognition.

Not just she was his mate but something way more...

Enemies are trying to take over his territory, but when they found out that she is the devine phoenix they will do anything and everything to possess her powers.

Dominic will protect her at all cost.

To be continued...