Delilah's POV
Dante moved first, crossing to my bed with that predatory grace that made my breath catch. Mateo stayed by the door, turning the lock with a soft click before checking that my curtains were completely closed. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, like they'd planned this.
"We have to be quiet," Dante said while sitting on the edge of my bed, his hand reaching out to trace my jawline. "Think you can manage that, little wolf?"
The nickname sent heat straight through me. "Yes."
"Yes what?" His thumb pressed against my bottom lip.
"Yes, I can be quiet."
"Good." His hand slid down to wrap around my throat, not squeezing but resting there in a way that made my pulse race under his palm. "Because if you wake your mother, this stops. Understand?"
I nodded, my throat movin
