Author's Note: Written for the livejournal community, writerverse.
Power made the best aphrodisiac, and Selena Coombs knew how to harness it, tie it to the bed, and make it beg for more.
Most men were a diversion. She slid them a smile and they came panting to her bed. They didn't know their power, so it was a simple thing to take it from them. They gave it up in soundless screams and sweat-slicked surrender. She threw her head back and took it all.
A few held on a bit longer. Resisted, because they thought they couldn't be tempted or knew enough to fear her. Those took work, as she searched out their weaknesses and laid out the snares. The slow hunt made their seduction even more sweet, and she sought them out. The pious and the shy. The rich and the resistant. Eventually, they all succumbed.
And then, there was Sheriff Buck. He wielded his power as cruelly as she did. They were two predators, circling each other with teeth bared, hungry for the kill. He saw her heart, her desires, and was not afraid. This man had never known fear, and the black depths of his eyes showed her a power she could only dream of. She would taste it, no matter the cost. They were alike, destined for each other, and she did not mind trading a little of herself for the chance to conquer him.