Hunter's Surrender. Anna Hackett

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.”