Page 29 of Born Savage

All fueled by the age-old condemnation of greed.

That was why the Freedom Hunters, a so-called movement to save humanity had exploded in power. The people who’d lived through the catastrophe longed for even a mere taste of what had once been. However, those who had been children or yet to be born knew no difference in their everyday strife, which was what made the Resistance so dangerous.

The Resistance was fueled by just as many powerful desires, only every one of them was completely primal.

Satisfying hunger was euphoric.

Quenching thirst was a call for celebration.

And feeding an insatiable need for sins of a carnal nature was the ultimate ecstasy.

Which was why once my yearning had been activated, I couldn’t seem to get enough.

Even after everything humans had lived through, there was an undying belief that right ownership brought significant power.

Things. Animals. Property. People.

Nothing had changed except for the acceptance of violence.

Was I any different than everything I’d fought against? Everything that I had taken all that mattered? At this point, I was right to question my motives. They weren’t acceptable.

Sometime during the moments after I’d walked into the shell of a building, I’d fallen prey to the effects of something I’d been warned against time and time again.

Unfathomable desire.

We weren’t animals in the wild and I knew for certain neither one of us had been affected by the initial blast, the horrific effects of radiation, or the subsequent plagues and their aftermaths.

How did I know that?

Because she was far too young, yet to be born when the collapse had stricken the earth. I knew that instinctively by her actions, her words, and her lust for all things in the past. Let alone her natural beauty. Her flawless skin without the haze and lines of bitter desperation proved the plague hadn’t touched her.

And with me? I’d been protected from the worst of humanity coming from all sides.

Then why was it that the longing hit me directly in the gut, the blow severe enough I was left incapable of thinking clearly?

Every time I gazed at her, instead of falling back on my orders of protection and nothing more, I’d been faced with what I’d call a crisis of morality. Fuck. In simple terms, I couldn’t keep my hands off the woman.

Her scent alone could drive a man to madness. No, only a Savage as we were the only ones capable of capturing her natural fragrance. Right now, my lungs were constricted from having my face in her neck and having her hair swept across me.

With my pulse thundering in my ears, there was a good chance I could lose more than just my sense of control.

Who was I kidding? I’d already done so.

Even worse?

She was a virgin.

That didn’t change the way I felt.

I wanted her.

The three little words had already damned me. I’d tasted her. Even now, the sweet tang of her pussy lingered on my tongue. I’d broken an oath.

To John, our spiritual man, the Resistance’s guidance through a dark holy war, only the fuel wasn’t about religion but about humanity.

To the mission at hand.

But mostly to myself.