As she sank deeper, the surface of the water blurred, and she slowed her breathing, letting her body completely relax as her mind took over and watched as pictures began to form.
It washim.Finn.
He was riding, his face joyful, holding a huge flag which billowed out behind him. Then his body bent forward, his expression changed to one of serious intent and he spurred the horse, galloping furiously into a dusty cloud of something…a battle…flashes of steel, flying dirt, bodies—so many bodies—and Finn riding pell-mell over the chaos, shouting now, lifting the flag high.
She lost sight of him as the battle raged on, the flag vanishing into the massive eruption of soldiers and swords and cannon fire.
Her heart thudded and she fought to slow the pace, lest she lose this vision, this glimpse into Finn’s past.
It was too late. The battle vanished, but another image began to form…this time, Finn was laughing with a mug of ale in his hand. He was bare to the waist and looking across the room at a bed. His eyes were merry, his hand slipped to his breeches…and Hecate gasped as he unfastened them, letting them fall to the floor over his bare feet.
Nude, he put the tankard down and walked slowly to where an equally nude woman awaited him, her limbs sprawled languorously over the tumbled linens, her head hidden by the pillows.
Hecate sat transfixed. Finn, healthy and well fed, was a beautiful sight. Sleek muscles were well-defined, his legs strong and firm, his shoulders wider than she’d imagined.
And he was aroused, too. Such matters were not a surprise to her, since she had long studied nature and the human body. Those studies had helped her understand some of the healing processes she used, and had also educated her on the business of begetting a child. So Finn’s nude body and his aroused cock caught her attention but did not shock her as much as intrigue her.
He jumped onto the bed, making the woman bounce. She laughed and Hecate felt the excitement that rolled over her at his touch. God, would she feel that same thing if she were touched like that?
It seemed almost improper to have discovered this moment in her vision, but she was helpless to look away. Finn pushed the woman’s legs wide and settled himself between them, touching her breasts, running his hands over her skin and finally positioning himself to thrust within.
Hecate almost felt it—the stretching penetration as he entered the woman’s body to be greeted with a cry of pleasure.
She tried to clear her mind, but the image was there, inexorably filling her thoughts, showing her the pleasure to be had between a man and a woman. BetweenFinnand a woman…
His buttocks were firm and the muscles flexed as he began to move, in and out, sliding his hands to her thighs and gripping them, pulling the woman into his strokes.
Hecate felt herself dampen, her body responding enthusiastically to the vision of Finn’s thrusts.
She fought it, tried to extricate herself from the scene of passion playing out before her psychic eyes.
But it was too late.
The woman cried out—a sound that rang in Hecate’s ears—and as she found her release, she arched and lifted her head from the pillow. Her head turned and she stared directly at Hecate, whose breath caught in a giant choking gasp.
The woman beneath Finn?
It washer.
