"Then don't," Fin snarled, marching right up to him.

Fin had rules, he never used his gift without consent- But Fawn was his brother, and this man had come out of nowhere, claiming to love them. He had to know his intent.

Pressing his fingers to John's temple, he let his scent fill the room as he held his gaze.

"Speak what you want," he demanded. "Give voice to your desire."