POV: Daniel

Daniel had thought her whisper was permission.

I’m afraid I want him to break me.

The words had been ragged, muffled into her blanket, but the bond had carried them into him like a hot blade shoved straight through his chest. His bear surged immediately, triumphant, pacing inside his ribs with bared teeth.

Take her now. She’s begging. She’s ready.

Daniel prowled the gravel lot until the ground was scarred with the mark of his boots. Every step ...