Free Savage Hunger: Savage, Book 1 by Shelli Stevens Page A

Warrick smelled.
    Or how it felt to be in his arms…
    “Sienna?”
    She blinked, her cheeks warming as she realized he’d said something. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “I offered you the first shower.”
    “Oh. Right.” A shower sounded pretty fantastic. “That would be great, thanks.” She hesitated, her pride making her want to avoid asking for anything from him or the other agents. But there was no getting around it. “I don’t suppose you could round up some coffee?”
    Warrick let loose a low laugh as he rubbed a hand across his chest. “Sienna, these boys practically keep that stuff on an IV drip. When you’re ready, there’ll be coffee strong enough to make your toes curl.”
    Hmm. Her toes were already curling of their own accord beneath the sheet. Being this close to a half-naked Warrick was doing ridiculous things to her brain…to her body.
    “I’ll just, uh, go grab that shower.” God, she wished her voice didn’t sound so husky.
    Sliding out of bed, she winced and resisted the urge to drag the sheet off the bed and wrap it around her waist. The shirt revealed a lot more leg than it hid.
    Warrick’s gaze slid over her, his eyes narrowing and his nostrils flaring. She watched his chest expand before he jerked his gaze away from her and turned toward the door.
    “Let me know when you’re done. I’ll go check out what we’ve got to eat around here.”
    When he disappeared, the door clicking shut behind him, she drew in a shaky breath and thrust her hands through her hair. In the light of day, things were even more screwed up. Warrick had taken her phone last night. How in the hell was she going to get into contact with her dad now?
    God, it was hard to think when she was this tired. No one would ever make the mistake of calling her a morning person. First things first. She headed toward the bathroom. Not only to grab that shower, but to ensure the jump drive she’d hidden was still safe in her spot.
     
     
    A quick shower made her feel almost human again. Sienna glanced in the bathroom mirror and scowled at her appearance. No makeup and wearing just sweats and a T-shirt. Yeah, she was definitely not winning any beauty awards.
    Though she could appreciate the change in clothes, and thank God they’d had a stash of those built-in-bra tank tops or she’d be swinging free.
    Not seeing Warrick in the bedroom, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The sound of men’s voices and smell of brewed coffee led her to the kitchen.
    It was like a convention of testosterone, with their hard, muscled bodies leaning against the counter or by the fridge. These were men’s men. Hardened. Raw. Trained agents who probably didn’t have much time for female antics. How much of a kink had she thrown in their schedule last night?
    She’d barely entered the room before all conversation died and four pairs of eyes swung her way. Unfortunately she was mostly aware of Warrick’s intense gaze.
    “Good morning.” She cleared her throat and forced a small smile. It wouldn’t kill her to be civil, right? Get them to trust her a little before she tried to break out of this safe house again.
    The men all murmured a greeting in reply, but it came out even less enthusiastic than hers. She slid her gaze to Warrick and her heart skipped a beat. His mouth was drawn tight and his brows furrowed in a scowl, but there was unease in his eyes.
    Something had happened. She knew it, was surprised she hadn’t picked up on it immediately when she’d entered the kitchen. There was certainly enough tension in the room.
    “What is it?” she asked, stepping toward the group. “Is it the shifters? Are they—”
    “The shifters are fine.” The one she recognized as Larson—the one in charge—answered her question.
    She swung her attention to him, saw the grim expression on his face as well.
    Oh no .
    She looked at the other men. They all had it. That somber air about them and strained expressions. Her pulse quickened