Page 39 of Savage Mates

The one on the left, the blond brute was striking with his almost white hair, and carved muscles that left nothing to the imagination. His eyes were absolutely mesmerizing, a luminous blue that didn’t occur in nature. Deep and soulful, they created an air of authority. I allowed myself a quick gaze down the length of him, which seemed to amuse him even more. His six-pack abs gave way to a deep V leading to strong, thick thighs and…

My God. He was completely naked, his cock thick, long, and throbbing.

Even though I shifted my gaze away, my shocked, sinful look had caught his attention and he chuckled.

Snarling, I threw my gaze to the one in the center with thick, curly black hair that extended past his shoulders, his skin the color of burnished gold. He had a scar on his face from his eye to his jaw, just deep enough to catch my attention, but taking nothing away from his gorgeous face or eerie yellowish green eyes that captured my attention.

Just like the blond, he was picture-perfect, an athlete’s body with chiseled features and long legs. And yes, my eyes darted to his cock, so thick for a split second, the naughty side of me wondered how the appendage would fit.

Shit. I was losing it.

The last man had an air of dominance, someone who could walk into a room and take it over without opening his mouth. His copper hair was a shade darker than mine. Even with the waning sun, the shimmer of light reflected off his long strands. His eyes weren’t natural, a rich amber color that reminded me of a fine whiskey.

He was the only one wearing pants, but the thick bulge between his legs left little to my imagination. He was rock-hard solid.

The way they stood, the heat erupting from their bodies gave them a primal feel.

As if they were predators.

The thought momentarily attacked my mind.

Almost white hair like a Sri Lanka lion.

Dark hair like the mane on a Congo lion.

Copper hair befitting an extinct Cape lion.

Oh, my sweet lord. Was I seriously thinking that way?

“I could ask you the same thing, little human.”

At first, I wasn’t certain who’d spoken. Then I realized it was the one with a copper mane. No, copper hair. I had to still be under the effects of the drug. His question incensed me. “I’m not some mercenary trying to round up and kill the lions or using whips on others. You are.”

The three of them looked at each other. Just like the lions had done.

“That’s not happening,” the blond said casually, his eyes lighting up.

“Who are you? I won’t ask you again.” I jutted the weapon out, but I could sense they weren’t deterred by my actions.

The other men in the camp were hovering in close proximity, curious as to who this crazy girl was. How had I gotten to this camp? I glanced around quickly, noticing there were several cabins like the one I’d awakened in. I’d been lying in a bed, covered by a blanket and almost instantly, I’d noticed my bag had been placed on the floor beside me.

If they’d meant to kill me, why hadn’t they?

“We weren’t intending on killing you, little human.” Had the dark-haired guy just read my mind? “If we had, you’d be dead.”

Get a grip, Lauren. Think clearly. Mind reading isn’t possible.

Only I knew there were people who possessed the gift. Hell, my mother had. She’d even been tested because she knew exactly what people were thinking. Maybe her gift had passed down to me.

Jesus. My mind was all over the place.

“What is your name, little human?” the whiskey-haired man asked.

“I asked you first.”Great, Lauren. Now you sound like a child.

The blond smiled and lowered his gaze ever so slowly and when he did, I could swear he was undressing me with his eyes.

My skin prickled from the thought and from the lurid images running back and forth in my brain.