Page 35 of Angel I Am Not

“Yes, yes, but that’s not what I’m asking about, and I think you know that.”

Dante ran his tongue along his top teeth, one of his brows raising in jest. He had been so intriguing in the café last week but now his presence was starting to grate on my nerves.

I also knew he hadn’t come to talk about school, but I wasn’t going to discuss my sex life with the king of hell when it was his boys that were dicking me.

“Uh-huh. Right.”

My face burned a deep shade of red as I tried to hide myself in the kitchen behind the counter, but there wasn’t any use in doing that. His eyes followed my every move.

“You were a brave girl going to school dressed like that. I’m sure you knew that the gloves weren’t going to do much with all that skin showing?”

I nodded timidly, refusing to look at Nick or Luc. If I caught the heat in their eyes, we’d be in a very awkward situation. Memories of last night had my face lighting up all over again. Thoughts of Nick stuffing me so fucking full while Luc made me choke on his cock were—

Dante leaned farther into the cushions, his smile widening.

I glared at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Sweet girl, you really have blossomed since I last saw you.” His eyes flicked over me again before settling on my face. “Tell me, Temptation, how does this new freedom feel?”

“Great.”

And I meant it.

I loved not having to adhere to all the pompous rules in Heaven. I loved being able to grab my sugary drinks and foods without fear that someone was going to ridicule me for my choices. And I absolutely loved the way both Nick and Luc seemed to be just as enraptured by my presence as I was by theirs.

Still, it was a learning process. Every day I was taking another step away from rules that had been ingrained into my head and figuring out who the fuck I was without someone else deciding for me.

Temptation included.

“And your feathers?”

Of fucking course. Dante hadn’t asked how school was going, whether Luc and Nick had managed to use their gifts without leveling half the campus, or whether the three of us were adjusting.

He wanted to know about my feathers, my reactions, and whatever else was changing inside me. He wasn’t checking on his mentees; he was checking on me, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it in front of them. I’d been used enough already, so this time I was going to bullshit my way through whatever he was fishing for.

“Nick won’t touch me with a ten-foot pole and Luc only likes it when I’ve got a bag on my head.”

Luc slowly turned his head toward me.

Nick coughed into his fist.

Dante’s mouth twitched.

Immediately, I realized Luc had been seconds away from kissing the fuck out of me when we entered, but I could spin that too.

“Luc likes to get rough with me when I don’t understand some of the human norms.”

I snorted internally.

That could be taken one of two ways and now I was thinking about Luc getting rough with me.

Fuck.

Dante stared at me for several seconds before his smile started spreading again.