“Yes?”
“Please don’t shut me out again,” he says softly, gazing at me with such vulnerability my chest tightens. Someone has abandoned Dante in the past. It’s in the way he always wants me close and the hurt in his eyes when I tried to leave earlier.
I sigh. “All of you fucked up royally. I told you I’d give you one chance and you blew it. With that said, I’m willing to give you all another chance, but if I’m going to stay, I need to know she’s never coming back here. Ever. I won’t tolerate it.”
“I can’t speak for Elian but—”
“Nope, let me stop you there. You, Kaos, and Elian can battle it out amongst yourselves if you have to, put it to a vote or whatever but I don’t want her back here.”
He nods his head in affirmation. “I couldn’t agree more, Angel. I will handle it.”
“Good, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist stabbing her next time.” I punctuate my words with a jab to his abs. This makes him laugh and he grabs my hand, turning it over to show my wrist. There’s now a half-moon at the top, resting right above my pulse and there’s also a ‘D’ intersecting the ‘K.’ Huh, that’s pretty cool.
“You know, I’ve never met anyone like you, Angel.”
“How so?”
He shrugs. “You have this reserved fire in you. I’ve never seen it before in anyone and I know one day you’ll be a force to be reckoned with. Especially when you explode.”
“I don’t know aboutthat.”
“I do. I can feel it,” he says.
Playfully, I smack his chest. “Why, Blondie, are you trying to butter me up?” I tickle his side, loving the feeling as his abs jerk under my fingers.
“Nope,” he says, popping the P. “I’m being honest.”
“Sure,” I whisper, then I kiss him.
The sweet kiss quickly heats up into something more. Something heated and desperate. He kisses back with a fiery passion that could rival the sun. Exactly like his personality and his amber eyes.
He groans, shifting so he can lean over me and push me into the mattress. His length grinds against my thigh as he thrusts slightly, almost like he can’t help himself. My core throbs in response, feeling like it’s a raging bonfire and Dante is stoking the flames.
Something about Dante tilts my axis back into alignment when it’s off-kilter, and shoots my soul into orbit.
Someone clears their throat, snapping us out of our passionate haze. I exhale sharply, tearing my mouth away from Dante’s. Kaos appears in my line of sight, looking extremely turned on before he masks it. Oops. I can only imagine what I must look like to him, swollen lips, bed hair, same clothes as yesterday.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says but he doesn’t look sorry. Not at all. “I’m glad to see you’re okay and awake. I thought we should have a little chat.”
I sit up, pushing Dante—who is still draped over my body—away so I can face Kaos fully. “How long was I out?” I ask.
“About six hours give or take. I’ve been busy taking the trash out,” he replies, lips quirked to the side. Hopefully by trash, he means a certain hussy after my fucking men. I mean uh, yeah my men. Fuck it.
“Really?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.
He nods, eyes flicking to the door.
I groan, throwing my pillow over my head. “Is Elian coming to this little pow-wow too?”
“Damn, Angel. Ready for a foursome already?” Dante jokes falling back into the cocksure asshole I’m used to. “We can make that happen. You know...” He leans back to lazily recline on the headboard and crosses his arms behind his head.
I shoot him a glare and smack his stomach but little good that does. Probably hurts my hand more than it does him. He laughs harder and reaches up to brush a lock of stray hair out of my eyes.
I notice his symbol for the first time and my breath catches in my throat. A half-moon, with my initial in the same spot, and not only did Dante get his symbol—he got Kaos’s as well. Interesting. I wonder what the whole design will look like when completed.
Too bad that would require bonding with Elian. Fat freaking chance.
“Will the symbols build each time?” I ask, running my finger over my design so it lights up in those silvery letters.