Dante’s POV

I sped through the night, battling the primal urge to mate with Angel right then and there in the car. The full moon shone illuminated the sky, casting a vibrant glow on us. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw Angel stripping off her dress.

“Princess, please keep your clothes on,” I hissed between clench teeth. Keeping Quinn at bay was challenging enough without her being completely naked in our presence.

“Dante, I’m so hot,” she moaned, tossing ...