POV: Daniel

Daniel hadn’t gone far.

The tether wouldn’t let him.

After he had stalked away from her door, he had collapsed into the darkness at the back of the lot, every nerve half-wild with the need to turn back. His claws still tingled with the memory of sinking into her frame, his cock still hard from hearing her whisper his name through the wood.

The night was long. He paced the gravel by the side of his truck, back and forth, chest burning with frustration. ...