Page 62 of Born Savage

Not like he’d held me. While for a different reason, that didn’t mean when the girl had turned into a woman, my dreams hadn’t changed along with my body.

The embarrassment of feeling so vulnerable around him was as real as the near desperate need. As I’d heard from so many others, tomorrow was no longer a given. If there was any enjoyment to be had, I should take it with utter fierceness, never allowing it to be taken away.

It had taken me years to understand what they’d meant. Now I knew.

This wouldn’t last, but that was okay. I would enjoy what I could for as long as possible.

He didn’t blink or speak as we stared at each other, the roughness all the language we needed. The friction kept us upright, also my legs being so tightly wrapped around his hips.

Feeling so filled, my pussy muscles throbbing was delicious. The moment he rolled onto the balls of his feet, I experienced what felt as if tiny pinpricks of heat were exploding in every inch of my body. The electrified vibrations were the only push my system needed to release once again.

This time, he wasn’t far behind. As another climax pushed into the darkest parts of me, he finally allowed himself to release, erupting deep inside.

The feeling was amazing, keeping me breathless for several seconds.

But now that he was finished, I was finished.

Not because the cravings were done, but because I was terrified of what this would mean.

And why? Because I’d caught something I’d missed before.

He had a matching crescent moon on his other thigh, exactly like mine.

Which was why I pushed him away. This time, I managed to catch him off guard enough he didn’t fight me, although his tumble backwards allowed me a satisfied smile.

“You know how to hurt a guy.”

“I just didn’t want you believing this means anything because it doesn’t,” I snipped, sliding away from him and heading to my dresser. Clothes were definitely needed. With the act completed, I couldn’t stand the thought of being stuck around him naked. And I had a terrible feeling he wasn’t eager to leave.

“Agreed.”

Sex I could handle. Men with attitudes were merely dirt under my nails.

I didn’t bother looking at him while I yanked out a fresh pair of trousers and another dark shirt. The choice of clothing was limited of course, only what I’d found while scrounging the city. I’d had luck in breaking into a clothing store that somehow hadn’t been looted. Or maybe the good stuff had already been taken by the time I’d broken in.

I was still shaking. Still confused.

I’d managed to grab several items over three trips before my stash had been discovered and looted. What few things I owned were precious. When I was dressed, I turned to find Rage standing in the same place as where we’d just fucked. He could tell I was none too happy to see him taking up space.

“You’re still here,” I said, almost in passing but with attitude. Maybe the markings meant nothing.

“I’m still here. We still need to talk, princess.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know who you are or why you’ve managed to convince Peter I should travel to God knows where with you and your… friends, but that’s not happening.”

“There is a matter of your destiny. Evidently.”

His attitude and his words indicated he was as clueless as to the reason he’d been sent to retrieve me as I was. The awkwardness between us was worse than before. I guess that’s what hot, sinful sex did to a couple who wanted nothing to do with each other.

All fire one minute then pure ice the next. Only I had no idea what ice was like, but fire I was all over.

“You don’t want to be here. Do you?”

“It’s not a matter of what I want, Star. I’m fulfilling a duty.” He looked away, but not before I noticed a flash in his eyes.

“A duty.”

“Yes. I was brought back to life. I owe a debt and pledged I’d do whatever was necessary.”