had never expected The Darkness to be so big, so broad or so…wild.
When she’d set out to find him, she’d never given any thought to what he looked like. She’d only cared about his reputation. Amongst vampires, he was known as the biggest and baddest of the vampire hunters.
And Dominique needed big and bad.
She studied his large form—massive shoulders, a wall of chest and roped muscles under his worn jeans and black T-shirt. Shaggy brown hair threaded with the glint of gold hung to his shoulders. His eyes were moss-green and filled with shadows.
A throb of heat went through her, weakening her limbs. Energy washed over her, clogging her throat—the chakra of the vishuddha.
Dieu, she’d never felt energy like this—scalding hot. She swallowed and fought for control. She’d never realized how cold she’d been until now.
Dominique was raised to have exquisite control of her energies. Her calm, controlled parents never let their energies run wild.
The thought of her parents reminded Dominique why she was here. A shiver wracked her. The energy in her drained away, leaving her deathly cold.
Please let this man be the one who could save her and her family. Save her from the ruthless vampire determined to make her his possession and kill her parents if she refused. She resisted the urge to squeeze her hands together and forced them to stay at her sides.
“I don’t deal with vampires.” The hunter’s deep voice was little more than a growl. It skittered down Dominique’s spine.
She sensed the power vibrating off him. He wasn’t pure-blood, but if the rumors were true, his grandfather had been a full vishuddha, so Rand Wilder was still very powerful.
He’d certainly wasted no time dispatching the six anaharta.
But he’d let the last vampire close enough to wound him? Through the murky night she studied the blood staining his stubble-covered cheek and neck. Its scent was rich, strong.
She wondered what he tasted like.
Her heart thumped against her ribs. At the ajna court, no one fed from live hosts anymore. They were much too civilized. So why had that thought jumped into her head?
Remember why you’re here, Dominique. She was a lawyer for the ajna and a damned good one. She knew how to get her argument across. “My deal is one you should find very pleasurable.”
He grunted. “Not a word I use in conjunction with vamps, sweetheart.”
She moved closer to him, watched him tense. She felt the heat pumping off him, hot against her cool skin. It drew her, made her wonder how hot his hands would feel running over her.
She smelled more than his blood now and breathed deep—sweat, soap and man. The muscles in her belly tightened. She’d come here in desperation, but now she realized she might get more than she’d expected.
She only hoped she could handle Rand Wilder.
“If you take my deal, you can drive a wedge into the ajna court. How do you Americans put it…flip them the bird?”
His green eyes narrowed. “Why the hell would I want to do that?”
Those eyes lasered into her and Dominique swallowed the knot in her throat. She wasn’t afraid of this man. She was done being afraid.
Research was one of her best skills and she’d done her research on this man. “An ajna killed your father. The court and their Paladins did nothing to bring the killer to justice.” She tilted her head. The fact that the Paladins—powerful vampires who policed the vampire world—had done nothing must torment him. “Wouldn’t you like them to pay?”
His mouth firmed. “What do you want?”
She smiled now. “I want you to take my virginity.”
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