She jerked at the threat, her powers abruptly faltering. She’d been hiding from the official leaders of the demon world for two centuries. To be taken to the Oracles that made up the Commission was nothing less than a death-sentence.
“I’ve done nothing to earn such a punishment,” she attempted to bluff.
“Your very existence is worthy of punishment.” The vampire smoothly countered. “Half-breed Jinns have been forbidden.”
Laylah squashed the familiar anger at the sheer injustice. Now was not the time to debate whether or not she should be exterminated for the sins of her parents.
“You said that was your first intent,” she said, her voice thick. “Have you changed your mind?”
A dangerous smile curved the vampire’s lips as he reached to trace the plunging neckline of her shirt, his touch searing a path of pure pleasure.
“Let us say I’m willing to postpone our journey with the proper incentive.”
“Incentive?”
“Do you need me to demonstrate?” he murmured, his lips softly brushing over her mouth.
“No …” she choked, attempting to deny the piercing need that lashed through her.
Gods. She had been alone for so long.
So very long.
“Tell me your name,” he whispered against her lips. “Tell me.” “Laylah.”
“Laylah.” He said her name slowly, as if testing it on his tongue. Pulling back he studied her pale features, his hands skimming down her sides to grasp her h*ps and boldly press her against the hard evidence of his arousal. “Exquisite.”
Laylah clenched her teeth, ignoring the sizzle of excitement racing through her blood.
“I assume you have a name as well?”
There was a brief pause. Not surprising. A name in the hands of a magic user could give them power over a person. Then he shrugged.
“Tane.”
It suited him. Ruthless. Powerful. Stunningly male.
“Great.” Placing her hands against the steely hardness of his chest, she arched back to meet the honey heat of his gaze. “Let me make this perfectly clear, Tane. I don’t use sex as a bargaining chip. Not. Ever.”
Expecting him to be angered by her blunt rejection, Laylah was unnerved when his lips curled in a smile of pure anticipation. Hauling her tightly against him, he spoke directly into her ear.
“Now let me make this perfectly clear, Laylah,” he whispered. “When we have sex it will only be after you have begged me to take you.”
It was the explosion of awareness that jolted through her lower stomach as much as his arrogance that pissed her off. After all, vamps were flaming narcissists. He would naturally assume she was frantic to jump his bones.
No, it was the fact he was right that made her want to punch him.
“Never going to happen, bloodsucker.”
He smiled with wicked promise. “Want to bet, mongrel?”
She shoved him away, wrapping arms around her waist in a protective motion. “If it isn’t sex, then what do you want from me?” “The truth.”
Damn. Were they back to that already? He was supposed to be distracted. Well, she could easily correct that. No matter what the sacrifice.
“Could you be a little more vague?” she deliberately taunted.
“Most lesser demons have the sense to show respect when in the presence of a vampire.”