Page 26 of Savage Cravings

I was hot and cold all at once.

I swallowed when the redhead said—loud enough for me to hear—“Fuck. Look at those men. You can tell they know what they’re doing in bed just by looking at them.”

My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips as one of the blondes made a small noise in agreement.

I turned around. My eyes seemed to follow the energy in the room as my gaze made its way to the three beasts talking to the hostess and waiting to be seated.

Everything in me froze at the sight of them.

And I didn’t know why.

I wasn’t sure where to settle my eyes.

They were huge. Mammoth-sized. If their sexual appeal didn’t draw so much energy to them, then their size surely would. All of them were beautiful in very different ways.

The man in the middle drew my eyes first.

I estimated him to be around six-foot-six or six-foot-seven—I couldn’t be sure. My head wouldn’t even reach his shoulder.

I gulped.

A man like that looked like he could eat me alive and still have room left over for dinner.

He could so easily crush me, and I doubted he would even break a sweat. His dark blue eyes aimed directly at me, as if he had been looking for me, out of everyone in this entire pub, all along.

I was struck frozen again.

He seemed uninterested in everything that went on around him. Indifferent.

But I knew better.

I knew a dangerous man when I saw one, and this man had danger written all over him. From his short dark-brown—maybe black—hair that seemed to rest in a messy, careless array on top of his head, down to the intelligent blue eyes that made me feel naked, to his broad shoulders and powerful arms that even the tight, long-sleeved black T-shirt he had on couldn’t disguise. He was everything I should stay away from.

I shouldn’t be interested in him, not when I had worked so hard to get away from men like him.

Yet my body’s reaction to the man was insane.

My cheeks felt hot from the blush that was starting to form.

I was not a blushing kind of girl.

At least, I hadn’t thought I was, but the heat was already traveling down my chest to where my heart lay, thumping against my rib cage as if begging to be let out.

I shifted on my feet awkwardly and turned to the man on his right before quickly looking away.

Fuck.

This one was worse than the one in the middle.

Because I much preferred indifference over blatant hostility, which was the only way to describe this second man.

He was onlyslightlysmaller than the first man, which meant he was still monster-sized. An intimidating presence, and I was intimidated. He would surely tower over me had I been brave enough to stand close to him.

He didn’t exactly look like the first man, but I guessed they were related—their noses were similar.

Distinguished, strong noses that spoke of power and tied their features together in such an appealing way.

His eyes were a dark brown that made me think of the devil, and his brown hair was perhaps a shade or two lighter than the first man. He was much more beautiful than any man I had ever before come across.

---