Chapter 12

Finn's desire had only grown when their powers tangled together earlier, mingling and dancing. When she let him slide his fingers between her shapely thighs, he was hooked.

Her confidence, as well as the small gasps and mewls, had turned him molten, making him burn for her as brightly as a pyre in the dead of night. The sweet scent of her—a tantalizing mix of moonlit lilies, springtime thunderstorms, and vanilla—saturated the air with her release, wrapping around him, pulling at his cock, and sending him careening over the damn cliff of release right alongside her.

Fuck.

A shiver raced through him just thinking of the moment they'd shared.

Who was she? What was she doing here? And how had they never crossed paths before now?

All he knew was he wanted time to learn the answers to those questions, and if Ethan had his way, the woman would've already been in the King's clutches.

The thought was enough to make Finn's growl, the low, protective sound buried u