She pulled an arrow out of thin air and flung it at him like a spear. He threw back his head and laughed, and she watched, cursing the way he made her feel.
It was time to stop whatever was happening between them. She was forgetting her mission. To hate Arthur for deciding she wasn’t good enough for him. She was far from the standards of his precious honor, including seeking after wonders, injuring no one, defending the rights of the weak. She almost laughed out loud. There were more. Endless more rules Arthur invoked upon his men—and his women. She’d been his first lover. The one who taught him what he knew about pleasuring a woman. He cast her away from his home, Camelot, in the earthly realm. He didn’t know he’d cast out his son, as well. Mordred had lived with her in Avalon. Until, curious about his father, he left Avalon and went to Camelot. She’d lost her son there. The only way to get him back had been to enchant him. So that was what she did. His mission to kill Arthur would not have failed if not for Viviane and her other sisters, who’d taken Arthur to Avalon to save his life.
Her sisters joined forces and cast her from Avalon and broke the spell she’d had over Mordred. They imprisoned her onJezmel, an island with magical waters surrounding it. In the water lived theAzurel, a predator with blue hair and green skin on the top and scales and a tail on the bottom. Their mouths opened to reveal rows of sharp angular teeth, which they used to eat you. They ate through wood, so boats were useless. Magic had no effect on them. There was no way off the island.
But she had found a way. It had cost her five of her sisters. But she’d let nothing stop her. Ending their lives had been difficult. They were her sisters, after all. But killing one gave her some of that sister’s power and strength. Killing four more made her stronger than the three that were left.
She could have found Arthur if that stupid brooch worked the way it was designed to work. But fortune was ever in her favor, and on Christmas Eve she found Arthurandher beloved Mordred living on earth.
But her son rejected her for Arthur’s sake and trapped her in an unbreakable web while her mortal enemy, Merlin, prepared to bring her to another prison.
“Fin?” she called out to him now.
He went to her, as if he couldn’t stop himself. He was lean and powerful, and he had a streak of bad in him all the way down to his bones. She might need him when she found his brother. If she could mine that streak with precision, he could bring havoc to Avalon.
“I’m afraid my sisters might come after me. But I must find my son. I fear they already have him in Avalon. Now, they have your brother as well. They will cast their spells and our loved ones will try to kill us.”
“Wolf would never try to kill me,” Fin argued.
“Under the power of their magic, he will not be able to stop himself.”
Fin stared at her and then looked around. “I sincerely do not know where my brother went. He disappeared into…into a hole in the air.”
“So that’s the way in. We must create a hole. How did your brother do it?”
“I do not know. He was fighting and then he fought with the air.”
Morgan held her finger to her chin. “I will have to create a spell that will show us where the rifts occur. I will find a hole and we will go to Avalon to save our loved ones.”
He nodded, smiling when she wound herself around him, heading for his hungry mouth. “Make love to me,” she whispered against his lips when he lifted her off her feet to kiss her.
He laughed at her refusal to use his more meaningless term. What did it say of him?
She didn’t care an instant later when he dragged her in closer for a more intimate kiss.
“Do you want to lay in the snow?” he asked with a salacious smile.
She murmured an enchantment and they appeared in a small cottage with two windows, one on either side of the roof. Through each window came a tree branch. They snaked around Fin’s wrists and snatched him off his feet. Morgan smiled at him hanging by his wrists before her. She spoke some ancient words and moved her hands. His clothes ripped from his body.
He laughed, enjoying the challenge of being completely vulnerable to her. “I could kill you right now,” she warned.
His laughter faded into a mocking smile. He looked down at himself, hard and jutting upward, then he lifted his hooded gaze to her. “Let me see you give it a try.”
He thrilled her. He set her blood to boiling. Her clothes came off as quickly as his. She looked at him dangling a few inches off the floor, muscular arms giving strength to his body. He was swollen and ready. She thought she could come to a climax just looking at him.
But she wanted more than to feast her eyes. She wanted some of everything. She wanted to possess him. He was the perfect man for her. If he could find his brother and hand him over to her, she would grant him anything he wanted. But Fin was frustratingly loyal.
She knew what she had to do for him to be hers. She went to him and took him into her mouth. He groaned and promised her pleasure beyond her control while she had her way.
She didn’t let him find release yet. She whispered a string of words and climbed up onto him. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and rode hard while he cried out…cried out through clenched teeth while he filled her. “Yes. Yes, my love. All that I have is yours.”
*
“Come in,” Cameleecalled to whoever was behind the door to her and Wolf’s room. They were both dressed and almost ready to go to the meeting her father had called for all to attend.
“Genevra, I mean…Your Highness, Majesty, Grace…Mom?”
“Mom is nice,” her older twin said with a smile.
