Every pair of eyes drew her way as she made her way over, but it wasn’t Loche’s piercing gaze nor Raine’s raised brows that had her face nearly melting off. It was Merrick’s dark eyes dragging over her body, the slight flare of his nostrils as he must be picking up her scent mixing with his, the fingers gripping the table so hard the others had to catch their glasses from falling over, and the heat that followed like a shooting star on a clear winter night.
