Page 27 of Savage Cravings

Yet the word “beautiful” felt too tame to describe such a man, especially as he seemed to take up too much.

I shifted when his expression darkened even more, but I continued to stare at him.

I looked away quickly, and took in the third man. Everything in me went still.

Golden brown eyes and black midnight hair lay in a chaotic heap on the top of his head, and both sides were shaved to the scalp. He was a lethal combination of charm and danger.

Any doubt in my mind that these three men were related was quickly blasted away after looking at this one. He was a combination of both men beside him, coming into such a unique-looking package, I didn’t know how to look away from him.

Unlike the second man, who looked hostile, this one looked like he kept his danger close to his heart. Enabling him to lure his victims in with a subtle sense of security before doling out a deadly strike.

You would have never seen him coming.

He wasn’t as handsome as the second man, and was probably two or three inches shorter than the first, which wasn’t all that short, but he definitely had them both beat in bulk.

His muscles drew my attention before my gaze traveled down his body and came back up to meet those fascinating eyes of his. Golden brown. That was the color of his eyes. I didn’t think I had ever seen a shade of brown quite like his before. A hot flush ran through the length of me‌, but I hoped my reaction wasn’t obvious.

There was just something intriguing about his features that made me want to get as close to him as possible.

I took a half a step back instead.

This man had the second man’s eyes, only on him, they didn’t seem too harsh. But that was probably because he was smiling at me.

Why was he smiling at me?

I blinked.

Why the hell was he still smiling at me like that?

I probably didn’t hide my wariness from him very well because his smile widened, showing off a straight row of teeth, his canine much more prominent than the others—sharp-looking, too.

I shivered, and his eyes glinted, as if he found my reaction amusing.

The hostess flipped her hair over her shoulder and said something with a flirtatious laugh. Not that any of the men were paying attention to her.

No, they were all looking at me. I didn’t know why that was, but I could feel danger when it was directed at me.

The middle one—who seemed to be some sort of leader for this trio—said something to the hostess and pointed at me.

I was a deer staring into the bloody jaws of a lion—or, in this case, three ravenous lions—and I didn’t know how to react.

I didn’t know which lion wasleastlikely to eat me alive.

The hostess moved her attention to me and glared.

I frowned back before turning and walking back to the bar to get Annette a refill of her drink.

I didn’t even know the hostess’ name yet.

What could she possibly think I had done to earn that look from her?

I grabbed the straw wrapper lying on the bar top nearby and started to tear into it while I waited.

Jordan, the bartender, came back with the drink and a smile.

I offered a small smile back.

He was the only one who had been nice to me since I got here, and he hadn’t once leered at my boobs.

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