I thought I’ve give a little bit of my story My Man Declan (remember it is unedited.)

Declan examined his reflection in the mirror. Tilting his body this way and that he decided he didn’t look half bad. When he’d video chatted with his best friend that day, Brad had told him he needed a new wardrobe if he expected to get laid. Apparently well-tailored suits didn’t scream fuck me.

After taking copious notes of his friends tips, Declan had spent the day downtown purchasing a new dating wardrobe and having his hair styled by a flaming werewolf queen who swore Declan could get laid anytime, anywhere if he just followed a few simple tips.

Running some gel through his hair he unbuttoned another button of his shirt exposing his collarbone but nothing else. He might need sex, desperately, but he wasn’t a man whore.

The clothes he’d chosen were made from soft materials and cut to emphasize his fit body. Even the biker boots were Italian leather and made a nice stomping sound when he walked. They went well with the new motorcycle he’d purchased that afternoon.

Sliding on his leather jacket he left his rooms. He usually left through the servant’s entrance but he’d parked his bike in front so he didn’t have to retrieve it all the way from the garage when he was ready to leave.

Unfortunately he came down the steps just as his master was coming in.

“Declan?”

“Sorry sir, I lost track of time.  Frank should have everything set up.” The vampires were alone tonight. Luckily the new shipment of synthetic blood had arrived earlier. They only really needed to feed twice a week but vampires craved the flavor even when they didn’t need the sustenance.

“Where are you going?”

Declan frowned at the sharp tone of his master.

“Umm, I’m meeting some friends at a bar.”

“You’re going out like that?”

Declan looked from his master to Lorrie and back again. “Don’t you like it?” he spun so the vampire could get the full effect. “Brad promised this would get me laid.”

Fuck he’d never seen the vampires eyes turn red before. Phoenix was known for his temper but he’d never lost it on Declan.

Lorrie grabbed him by the shoulder and rushed him down the steps. “Go on. Get out of here while you can.”

Puzzled but willing, Declan grabbed his helmet, popped it on his head and started his motorcycle. With a wave to the vampires, he took off.

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