Dante’s POV

Once we reached the Alpha floor, I picked Angel up and she straddled my waist as we went into our bedroom. Since people were beginning to fill the house downstairs, I closed and locked the door so we wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Be careful with the dress,” she reminded me.

“That’s okay, I won’t need to take it off,” I growled, placing her on the dresser. Hiking it up around her hips, I quickly zipped down my pants and impaled her. She moaned into ...