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strange spell.
    Oh ... shit.
    This wasn’t a spell.
    It was good, old-fashioned lust that had sizzled between them since that first, jolting touch. Or perhaps it had been from the moment she’d caught his rich, earthy scent that was a combination of herbs and pure male power.
    Not that the when or how mattered.
    She might not have been trained to deal with dark fey magic, but she’d sure the hell been drilled in controlling her baser instincts.
    Nothing like being skinned alive a few times to teach a young vampire to keep her mind on business.
    With a low hiss, she jerked her head to the side, her fangs snapping toward his throat.
    Ariyal cursed as he leaped backward, his stunning bronze eyes widening as he realized how easily she could have ripped open his flesh.
    â€œ Damn.”
    â€œFind someone else to play with, fairy,” she warned, eying him with a proud defiance despite the fact she was currently chained to the stupid wall. And oh yeah, that she had nearly melted into a puddle of need beneath his kiss. “I bite.”
    â€œSylvermyst,” he corrected, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips. “And I bite back.”
    The thought of his perfect white teeth clamping onto her neck sent a dangerous thrill down her spine. Freaking fey. She clenched her hands at her sides, allowing her nails to slice into her palm. Pain was the swiftest means to regain command of her body.
    â€œWhat do you intend to do with me?”
    He smiled with wicked amusement at the ice edging her words.
    â€œThat depends on you.”
    She narrowed her gaze. “You think I’ll barter for my freedom?”
    He reached to run a slender finger down the curve of her neck.
    â€œWe’re about to discover, aren’t we?”
    â€œStop that,” she growled, baring her fangs.
    â€œYou don’t like to be touched?”
    â€œI like it just fine.” She flicked a dismissive gaze over his indecently beautiful face. “Just not by you.”
    â€œLie,” he breathed, gently mocking her own ability to read the deceptions of others.
    Her lips thinned. “Tell me what you want from me.” “What I want?” The bronze eyes darkened with raw desire. “I want that hard, sculpted body spread naked on my bed so I can taste every perfect inch.”
    Her nails dug deeper, the blood running down her palm. “Never.”
    â€œFine.” His low voice brushed over her sensitive skin like a caress. “Then I’ll be naked and you can use those lovely lips to wrap around my ...”
    â€œIs your bargain that I trade sex for my release?” she sharply interrupted.
    His gaze briefly shifted down to the small curve of her breasts outlined by the tight spandex.
    â€œOh, I intend to give you release.” His gaze lifted to meet her frigid stare. “But you’ll have to earn your freedom.”
    She snorted. “Do males of all species possess a juvenile need to use sexual innuendoes rather than rational conversation when they’re in the company of women?”
    â€œThose weren’t innuendoes, poppet,” he drawled. “They were a promise.”
    She forced herself to meet his taunting gaze with a cold indifference that she could only wish was genuine. Dammit, she was a Hunter, not a wilting virgin who was terrified of a man’s touch. Even if it did make her shiver with need.
    Her duty was to use whatever method necessary to get free and complete her mission.
    Period.
    â€œI asked a specific question. Will you allow me to leave if I give you sex?”
    He stilled, caught off guard by her blunt demand. “And if I say yes?”
    â€œIt’s against the rules. But ...”
    â€œWhat rules?”
    â€œHunters aren’t permitted to be intimate with their prey.”
    â€œSensible, I suppose.” He folded his arms over his broad chest, acting like he was more curious than excited by her proposal. Rude, conceited fairy.