(LIAM'S POV)
Dylan continued his assault on Roland's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below Roland's ear. Roland shivered, his fingers curling into the fabric of Dylan's shirt, a soft moan escaping his lips.
I watched, transfixed, my fork frozen halfway to my mouth. The way they moved together, the way they touched each other with such familiarity and love—it was beautiful. It was intimate. It was something I had never experienced before them, never even dared to dream of.
And somehow, impossibly, they wanted me to be a part of it.
"You're staring," Roland said, his beautiful eyes shinning with amusement.
"I'm not staring," I lied, quickly looking down at my plate.
"Mmm." Roland's voice was a low purr. "Your arousal smells delicious, Liam."
I nearly choked on my food. "I'm not—I'm not aroused!"
Roland laughed, the sound warm and teasing. "Love, werewolves can smell arousal from across a room. You can't hide anything from us."
