(DYLAN'S POV)
Liam was in heat.
It took only a single breath for the truth to sink in. The moment we laid him on our bed, his scent crashed over me—sweet and dark, like wild honey poured over rain-soaked cedar, carrying something underneath that made every instinct inside me bare its teeth. It wrapped around my throat, sank into my lungs, and went straight to my cock. My mouth watered before I could stop it.
Maximum slammed against my ribs so hard I had to lock every muscle to keep him from bursting out. 'Mate! Dylan, claim him. Breed him. Now!' His voice was a blade, feral and starving.
