POV: Daniel

Daniel hadn’t moved in hours.

The night had crawled by in bits and pieces—her sobs vibrating through the tether, the salt of her tears seared into his throat, the frantic thrumming of her body tossed and turning in sheets that she never seemed to find comfort in. He hadn’t slept. His claws had flexed over and over against the wheel, gouging divots so deep the leather peeled away, the dash shredded under his hands.

His cock still throbbed, sloppy and ...