Page 18 of Siren's Salvation

The brief contact sends a jolt through me, and I wonder if she feels it too.

Siren murmurs, her voice low and husky. "My pleasure."

Octavia's voice breaks the moment. "I'll make sure your rooms are ready, boys. Siren here will show you to them once you've filled your bellies."

I nod, not trusting my voice just yet.

My mind's racing, thinking about Siren leading me to my room later.

Dangerous territory, that would be.

Cobra, never one to let a moment pass without commentary, pipes up with a grin. "Siren? You callin' men to their deaths or some shit?"

I wince internally.

Real smooth, Cobra.

Siren doesn't miss a beat.

She fixes Cobra with a look that could freeze hell itself, then slowly turns her gaze back to me. "Somethin' like that," she says, her voice dripping with suggestion.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.

Fuck me, but this woman is going to be trouble.

And right now, I can't think of anything I want more.

CHAPTER THREE

Siren

The bass thrums through my body, pulsing in time with the flickering neon lights.

I lean against the bar, my fingers tracing the condensation on my beer bottle as I try not to stare at him.

But it's like my eyes have a mind of their own, drawn to him like a magnet.

Damn, he looks good.

Too fucking good for comfort.

Those high cheekbones could cut glass, casting shadows that accentuate the sharp planes of his face.

My gaze trails down the column of his throat to where his cut hangs open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the intricate tattoos adorning his muscular chest.

The ink continues down his arms, a mesmerizing tapestry of dark lines and shading.

He looks like he just stepped off a runway showcasing bad boy biker chic.

Except there's nothing artificial about Shiver—he's 100% authentic danger wrapped in a criminally attractive package.

I take a sip of my Corona, hoping the cold liquid will douse the heat building inside me.

It doesn't help.

Neither does the way Shiver's eyes keep finding mine across the room, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.

"Earth to Siren," a voice breaks through my Shiver-induced haze. "You gonna drink that beer or just play with it all night?"

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