He had no doubts on that one. Especially after Dante and Dimitri almost went at each other’s throats earlier that day. He ached to see Erin though—to smell her scent around him and enjoy her hot little body but also to learn her mind. And God, what he wouldn’t do to fuck her again. Pressure had built inside him over the past couple of days that only her hot little body could take care of. Unfortunately, showing up at her den probably wouldn’t go over too well. Moira finished stacking dishes in the cupboard and turned, glancing at Dante before giving Juan her attention. “That little Spalto bitch has grabbed a hold of your tail, hasn’t she?” “More like he’s gotten himself a piece of tail,” Dante grumbled. “You got a problem with that?” Juan wouldn’t be swayed by Dante’s foul mood tonight. “Nope.” Dante glanced at Moira, staring at her long enough for Juan to know the two of them spoke to each other with their minds. Dante’s scent grew stronger, just as it always did when he used the gift.
