POV: Daniel

I should have walked away. 

Should’ve boomed down the stairs, tracked Rob’s scent, shredded it bloody through town until the stink of him was burned out of me.

But the bond anchored me here. 

Pulsed savage and hot, coursing into me everything Clara tried to keep behind that locked door. Every tremble of her thighs. Every broken sob into the pillow. Every slick pulse of her cunt clenching around her own fingers.

Her orgasm tore through me like ...