POV: Daniel

Daniel stalked down the stairwell, boots pounding against concrete steps, breath ragged in his throat.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back. The tether was hot in his grip, the fangs of its anchor biting at the back of his palm and pulling him. Pulling him back to the woman who still shook in the shelter of the stairwell door, knees drawn up to her chest.

His cock was still rock hard, painfully swollen and aching in his jeans, thudding in time ...