"Hey, Hank. I heard you were trying to call." Harry smiled as he watched Eric walk through to their room, his head leaned back against the couch comfortably.
The temptation to let himself at Pam's blood was viciously strong. John could feel the power in it and he wanted it. He knew, though, that the bond would be a bad idea. So he just bit down again, hard enough to bruise without breaking skin, and held her head against his throat as he pressed his thumb hard against her clit.