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  She sneered down at him. “Thank you for the bath, but now it’s time to fuck.”

  She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees.

  “Ah, my leg,” he whined as the leather from his pants scrapped his bandaged cut.

  “Don’t be a baby. I have the painkiller right here, if you’d hold still.” Gripping his cock in one hand, Kat straddled him and lowered herself. In one swift move, he was embedded deep inside her.

  Bending forward, she gripped his shoulders. “You’re going to fuck me and then we’re going down to see Russell. I will be damned if Hades gets the Monolith first.”

  Damian reached up and cupped her breasts. “We’re going into Van?”

  As she moved up and down on his cock, she nodded.

  “It’ll be dangerous. Very dangerous.”

  “I’ve heard the stories. But what could possibly be more dangerous than me?”

  Damian laughed and squeezed her breasts as she stroked him up with each movement of her agile body.

  Yes, what indeed?

  3

  “H ades is going after the Monolith. I want to know where it is first.” Kat leaned over the cracked linoleum counter and turned her good eye on Russell.

  Pushing up his welding goggles, Russell stripped off his heavy canvas gloves and walked over to his workbench to return his torch. “It’s too dangerous, Kat.”

  “Not for me it isn’t.”

  Russell scrutinized her with worry in his doe-brown eyes. “Yes, even for you.”

  Kat pushed up onto the counter and sat. “Cut the fatherly concern shit and tell me where to go.”

  Russell shuffled toward the counter. He dragged his left leg behind, a result of having taken a fall years ago and broken his hip. There was no doctor to set it properly, just a local medicine man with his herbs and oils.

  “Why do you want it so bad?”

  “Because I’m a better hunter than Hades.”

  “So much anger for a man you’ve never met.”

  “I’ve met his reputation.”

  Russell turned his haggard face toward Damian, who was squatting on the scuffed wood floor feeding dried meat to Russell’s cat. “And what do you think?”

  Damian glanced up and grinned. “I think whatever Kat wants me to.”

  Russell shook his head. “Of course you do.” He opened a drawer in the counter and took out a bottle of vodka. “When are you going to get a brain of your own?”

  Damian stood. “When Kat gives me one.”

  Russell chuckled and uncapped the cork to take a long pull.

  Leaning forward, Kat plucked the vodka from his hand and took a long drink as well. “Think what the Monolith could do for you, Russell. You’d be the new tech master.”

  He nodded but didn’t make eye contact. “And what would it bring you, Kat?”

  She looked out the grimy store window at the dust devils whirling down the desolate dirt street. A young mother pulled her shoeless little girl across the road. They both wore rags; days of dust and grime marked their faces.

  “Escape.”

  She handed him the liquor and he took another long swallow. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he grunted.

  “Come, and I will tell you the hell you must enter. But remember,” Russell warned, “nothing is as it seems in the Vanquished City.”

  Early the next morning, Kat and Damian were packed up and ready to embark on their most dangerous treasure hunt to date. They traveled in the early hours of the day since the afternoon brought too much sun and the darkness brought things that only lived in nightmares. Russell told them of a guide that could lead them into the treacherous wastelands of the Vanquished City. The guide resided in the next community—one hundred clicks away.

  By motorcycle, they traveled down a road still partially paved toward the guide’s location. New growth and vegetation grew out of the cement in some areas, a testament to nature’s will. Kat assumed no one had the heart to cut it away. Mother Nature had a way of her own. Moreover, the new people of the Earth did not want to fuck with her again after the devastation she suffered from the nuclear war.

  They made the trip in three hours. The village of Burnsbow was not unlike their own community. People hustled about the streets selling their wares and trying to make some sort of living in desperate and desolate days. They found the local tavern and thought it the best place to start. Those who had been to the Vanquished City most likely drank a lot to numb the effects of being in the hellish place.

  Since it was still morning, the pub wasn’t crowded. A few hard-core customers sat at the bar, and one or two sat in the dark corners nursing empty glasses.

  Kat and Damian took stools at the bar, each ordering a shot of vodka. Seeming to be a cautious man, the barkeep tried not to make eye contact with them. When he set their glasses in front of them, Kat touched his hand. His eyes lifted to her face, an expression of surprise in them.

  “We’re looking for Darquiel.”

  “Not here,” he grunted.

  Kat slid a coin across the counter. “When?”

  “Later tonight.”

  When he grabbed the money, she placed her hand on top of his. “Are you sure?”

  “Comes in every night. Sleeps all day, then comes here,” he retorted as a shiver raked his body.

  “I’ll give you three more if you tell me where he sleeps.”

  The barkeep snorted. “Don’t know Darquiel if you ask me that.” Sliding the dollar coin out from Kat’s palm, he dropped it into his pocket and moved away from them down to the end of the bar.

  Kat raised her glass in salute to the bartender and tossed back the drink. She looked over at Damian. “Long time till nightfall.”

  Lifting his lips in a sexy sneer, Damian remarked, “I can think of a few things we could do till then.” He moved his fingers up her thigh and in between her legs, rubbing her hard through the leather of her pants.

  “Barkeep, is there a place we could rent a room?” Kat growled.

  The room was dirty and smelled like week-old sweat and urine, but it had a bed and privacy. That was all they needed.

  While Damian stored their gear under the bed, Kat stripped off her cloak, gun holster, and utility belt. Tossing everything on the floor, she grabbed Damian by the hair and pulled him to her. She crushed her mouth to his, overwhelmed with the urge to fuck.

  Going on a treasure hunt always got her hot. She loved everything about it—the research, the setup, and, of course, the actual hunting.

  Adrenaline surged through her as she nipped his lips and swept her tongue over his. She wanted to play, and she knew Damian was always up for a game. He was usually the one to initiate them, but not now. Now, Kat was in complete control.

  Shoving him away, she snarled, “Take off your clothes.”

  Without hesitation, Damian removed his leather cloak, boots, dark T-shirt, and leather pants and tossed them on the floor next to the gear she had previously discarded. He stood naked and grinning, waiting for her next instruction.

  Kat swept her gaze over him, admiring his lean, sinewy form and his quickly swelling cock. He was pleasant to look at. Tall, dark, and sexy as sin itself. His body never failed to arouse her. And his willingness to do anything she asked made her sex drip with anticipation.

  “On your back, boy,” she demanded, motioning to the bed.

  Damian flopped onto the mattress, spread-eagle. Kat moved to stand at the end of the bed, watching him eagerly. Damian loved to show off. He was an exhibitionist through and through.

  “Now get yourself ready. I want you rock hard and aching for me.”

  With a sly grin, Damian gripped his erection in his right hand and began to stroke himself, with slow and deliberate movements. He was teasing her. She let him have his fun because soon he’d be begging her to end his torment.

  While she watched him caress his cock, Kat stripped off her clothes. She kneeled on the bed next to his hip and then smacked his hand.
/>   “Enough. It’s my turn.”

  Chuckling at her playfulness, Damian relinquished his hold on his cock.

  “Put your arms over your head,” Kat ordered as she took his member in her hand and blew across the tip.

  Damian shuddered in response.

  “And no touching until I say so,” she added.

  “Oh, you play a mean game, Pussy Kat.” Damian raised his arms above his head and grabbed the metal rods of the headboard. “Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a pair of handcuffs.”

  Kat glanced up at him as she lathed the tip of her tongue across the head of his cock. “Hmm, I have an idea.” She jumped off the bed and rummaged through her gear on the floor. She came away with her leather belt. Perfect.

  Grinning, she wrapped Damian’s wrists together with the belt and then secured them to the posts on the headboard. Damian pretended to protest, but Kat knew he loved it. He had told her about some of the things he was made to do for Jones with some of the people he serviced. One eager woman liked to tie him up and torture him with her tongue.

  After securing him tightly, Kat inspected her work. She liked him like this. Defenseless but trusting. Putting his faith in her that she wouldn’t hurt him. With his arms stretched over his head, the long, muscular lines of his chest and sides emphasized his slender form, and it definitely did wonders to the positioning of his cock. It seemed bigger, tastier, without anything able to protect it.

  “I like you like this,” she purred, bending over his groin and flicking her tongue over his fully engorged cock. “All vulnerable and helpless.”

  Again she flicked her tongue, this time over the dark purple tip. He twitched in response, and a small moan escaped his lips.

  “Be nice to me, Kat.”

  “Hmm,” she hummed. “We’ll see.”

  With a low growl, Kat gripped his shaft in her hand and glided her lips over the head. Gathering the moisture beaded there with the tip of her tongue, she swallowed it down, enjoying the salty tang. Gripping his balls in her other hand, Kat opened her mouth wide and took him all in.

  He twitched in her mouth as she sucked on him. Bobbing her head up and down, she continued to massage his scrotum, knowing Damian loved it. His balls were hard and tight, and she knew he was close to climaxing. But she wasn’t ready for him to come just yet.

  Tightening her grip at the base of his shaft, Kat squeezed him off. She brought up her head and lavished her tongue over the tip and down the underside of his glans where she knew he was the most sensitive.

  “Ah, Kat, fuck, you’re killing me.” Damian writhed and pulled on his restraints.

  “No dying just yet. I’m not nearly done with you.”

  Still stroking his cock, Kat turned and swung her leg over Damian’s stomach so that her ass was facing him. Carefully, she shuffled backward to hover deliciously over his face.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “This would be better if I had hands.”

  “I’m confident that you’ll do just fine without them.” Slowly, she lowered herself down to him. She could feel his hot breath on the soft folds of her sex. Already, she was wet and open, anticipating his eager tongue inside her.

  Spread wide and bare over his head, she felt the tip of his tongue sliding along her cleft. Sighing, Kat inched down closer, forcing her legs farther apart, urging him for more. Damian could do remarkable things with his long, wet appendage.

  Leaning forward, Kat wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him in eagerly. As she did, Damian lapped at her slit, swirling his tongue around her opening and then back up to her clit. He flicked it back and forth and then glided down to her opening.

  As Kat bobbed her head up and down on his cock, she could feel a hard orgasm building like a fuse on a bomb. With its sizzling and slowly making its way to the climax, she knew it would be explosive. Orgasms were great tension releasers. And Damian always gave her good ones.

  Kat found it hard to concentrate as Damian swirled his tongue into her pussy. He pressed and inched his way in, slurping on her intimate flesh as he went. She pushed down on him, imploring him to go faster, go deeper.

  As he darted his tongue in and out of her, Kat slid his cock into her mouth to the base and sucked on him hard. His balls, gripped in her hand, clenched and tightened. It wouldn’t be long before he orgasmed, too. But she wanted to be first.

  Sitting up, she buried his face into her cunt, thrusting her hips back and forth. Damian took the cue and covered her clit with his mouth, sucking on her hard. Closing her eyes, Kat moaned as her orgasm started to surge over her. It started deep in her belly and rippled outward through her pussy.

  After one final flick of his tongue on her aching nub, Kat fell forward as explosive sensations radiated out from between her legs. The orgasm slammed into her gut and overpowered her with its tight, scorching grip.

  Unable to think, she could only feel as flow after hot flow of pleasure washed over her and drowned her in its sweet, wet embrace.

  Wanting Damian to experience the same ecstasy, she leaned forward and glided her mouth over his cock. Squeezing his balls, she stroked him quickly with her lips, rubbing his flesh with her fingers at the base of his shaft.

  His tongue disappeared from her slit and she could feel his hot pants of breath as he struggled to hold his climax in check. Increasing the pressure of her hand and the speed of her mouth, she stroked him hard as her own orgasm quieted.

  His balls twitched under her grip. Damian couldn’t keep his orgasm at bay any longer. With a loud groan, he emptied himself into her mouth.

  “Ah, fuck!”

  His legs twitched, and he pulled hard on his binding as she sucked him dry. She could feel him struggling, and with one final yank of his arms, she heard her belt snap as it came undone.

  “I’m going to eat you alive, woman.”

  Damian wrapped his arms around her hips and brought her down to his face. She could feel him nuzzling into her sex, and fresh hot desire flowed through her. Letting his flaccid cock slip from her mouth, Kat sat up with her hands braced on his stomach and settled in for another explosive orgasm.

  Pulling her nether lips apart with his thumbs, Damian slid his tongue into her again. Still sensitive from the last orgasm, Kat knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Already, she could feel tiny jolts of pleasure zigzagging over her body.

  As his tongue slid in and out of her, Kat could feel his fingers beginning to explore. She sucked in air as Damian swirled his finger past her opening and up to her anus. With the moisture of her past orgasm on his skin, he easily slid into her.

  Her thighs tightened instantly as a sizzling crack of pleasure whipped over her. She could hardly catch her breath as he pumped his finger in and out of her ass and slid his tongue up to her clit. She flinched the moment he touched her aching pearl. Still tender and throbbing, she had to grit her teeth to stop from screaming. She wanted to scramble away from the conflicting jolts of rapture and pain stabbing at her, but Damian held her down with his palms on her thighs.

  “Ah, Jesus!” She couldn’t stop the groan as he slid another slick finger into her anus.

  As he thrusted in and out, he covered her clit with his mouth. Pressing around it with his lips, he began to roll it back and forth.

  Instantly, Kat felt an explosion inside her. White light flashed behind her eyes and she screamed, losing her breath with the impact of the orgasm. Damian continued his assault on her flesh. Wave after wave of ecstasy smashed into her. All thought escaped her, and she collapsed onto Damian, unable to hold herself up on her quivering arms.

  Slowly reason returned to Kat as her climax quieted and her body stopped quaking. Feeling Damian’s labored breaths beneath her, she rolled off him and onto the mattress. She pushed up onto her elbows and looked at him.

  His eyes were closed and he had a grin of pure satisfaction on his face. His lips glistened with her lust.

  “You win,” Kat said and then yawned as her lids grew heavy.

  “I didn
’t know we were playing a game.”

  “Honey, we’re always playing a game.”

  Damian pried open one eye. “Okay. Now, what’s my prize?”

  Yawning again, Kat laid back down. “Five hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

  As she gathered the blanket on the bed and pulled it over her like a cocoon, his chuckle was the last thing she heard.

  4

  W hen darkness settled in, Kat and Damian returned to the little tavern. Business had picked up. Now all ten tables were occupied and every stool at the bar was taken. Some people stood at the counter, leaning on it for comfort and support.

  Heads turned when they walked in. Two people dressed in black leather, as they were dressed, always meant trouble. Treasure hunters were not well liked. Some frowned on their pursuit of profit, even calling them thieves. Kat liked to think of herself as an archaeologist, bringing the past to the present to ensure her place in the future. It was all a matter of supply and demand.

  They sauntered up to the bar. Two patrons made room for them, squeezing closer to their neighbors. Kat slid some coins onto the counter. The same barkeep from the afternoon eyed them, reluctance swimming in his dung-brown eyes.

  “Three vodka shots and you-know-who.”

  The barkeep poured their drinks and took the money. “In the corner,” he said under his breath.

  Picking up their drinks, Kat and Damian turned around and scanned the room. Kat’s eyes rested on a dark corner. A lone patron sat at a table, slumped forward, a half-empty glass in the middle of the worn, scarred surface.

  Kat headed toward the table.

  “Can we join you?” Kat asked, eyeing the empty seats.

  No answer. Not even a movement. All she could see were bone-white spiky hair and motionless, thin, pale hands resting on the wood. Kat and Damian sat down on either side of the table, surrounding the silent individual.

  “Thought you could use a drink.” Kat set a drink by the stranger’s hand, keeping one for her own consumption.

  Abruptly, the head lifted, revealing a gaunt face so pale that blue capillaries showed underneath. Surprise caused Kat to lean back in her chair. Damian jolted, his vodka sloshing over the rim of his glass.