Davy couldn't focus on his food because his gaze was constantly drawn to Fallan and Draven. His mind replayed what Lyle had said earlier. He was completely distracted as he played with the food on his plate. Two alphas going at it? He blushed as images in his mind surfaced, imagining what it was like for Fallan and Draven to...
He pursed his lips and forced himself to stop imagining those things, all while sitting at the fucking dining table. What the hell, Davy? Are you that horny? He bowed his head to conceal his crimson-colored face. He put some food in his mouth and chewed it slowly, trying to distract himself from the delicious taste.
"Hey, the food's not to your taste?"
