by K. A Knight
Worth may have some competition for my girl crush of the month. Maybe I should make a rota or a calendar. Or maybe so many good-looking, incredible women should stop showing up.
Shaking my head, I remind myself to have a word with Reginald, the cunt-wit. He won’t be welcome here if he can’t play nice, and he’s blown his chance on the team. All that remains is to see if he can handle the rejection or if it will get him kicked out.
Or worse, killed.
The next two teams come back with a two-minute difference. Honestly, they were all amazing, but I dismiss them and gather my men to have a meeting on what they saw and what they think, but I, of course, will make the final decision.
We assemble in our rooms, sitting on the floor with food and drink spread between us as I recline back into Archel’s arms, my feet on Jago’s lap as he eats.
“So, tell me everything,” I say between bites.
“I like the two you did—Sascha and Vin. I think the third leader isn’t here yet, but they would make good ones,” Jago starts. “Vin’s smart but strong. Sascha’s fast and a good problem solver, so it could work to have a similar team to send out on certain missions.”
“I agree, Pascha, very good warriors,” Clay offers. “I did not like the Reginald character you pointed out. He was a sly snake in need of sacrificing.”
“Agreed,” Archel remarks. “There were a few other good ones we can point out. Relatable, proud, and will get the job done.”
“I saw no medical issues with either leader candidates,” Evan comments. “As for medical history, I noticed Sascha has scars,” he observes with a wince.
“Everyone has scars, Evan. It’s the apocalypse,” I reply with a ‘duh’ look.
He sighs and gazes around and then his eyes fall back on me. “Very…distinct scars, Pip. Like yours.”
I swallow. “Oh,” I mumble and drop my food for a second. “That means she’s stronger than we thought,” is all I can say, and he smiles softly.
“That she is.” I don’t know if we mean her or me now, but I don’t ask. “As for Vin, he’s had some broken bones, some which didn’t heal correctly, but it shouldn’t hinder him at all.”
“So Vin and Sascha as team leaders. Are we all in agreement?” They nod or say yes, and I smile. “Now to pick their teams.”
“How does it feel to be in charge of the enforcers for the whole Wasteland?” Evan smirks as he passes me more meat with a narrowed-eyed look, demanding I eat. “You always said you would do something amazing, but I honestly always thought it would be starting a strip club.”
“I mean…that’s not a bad idea.” I laugh, and Archel kisses my cheek with a chuckle. “It feels surreal that people will have to listen to my commands, my orders.”
“Don’t doubt yourself, Brawler,” Jago cautions.
“The big man is right. You have an incredible mind, and you see the best way to deal with situations. You should not worry,” Archel murmurs.
“What the skinny and small man said, Pascha.” I see Jago’s eyes narrow at the small comment, and I hide my smile. “I knew the type of woman you were within five minutes of meeting you.”
“Which is?” I prompt.
He reaches over and kisses my hand. “A leader, a warrior. A pascha.”
Well shit.
“Fucking hell, that’s so sweet,” I gush. “Okay, get your dick out and I’ll suck it.”
He laughs, in fact they all do, and I glance between them. “What?”
“Your response to a sweet, touching compliment is to suck his dick?” Evan wheezes as I shrug. “Oh, Pip, never change.”
“So wait, I’m not sucking anyone’s dick? Boring.”
The next day, the warriors gather early, some nervous, some cocky as I jump onto the table in the early morning sun, ready to get them started.
“Not all of you made it,” I begin. “I’m not like Worth, I don’t have pretty speeches, just facts. Some failed, and some showed you cannot perform in teams, which doesn’t work in this role. Some of you stood out so much, we have created a role within our new functioning leadership just for you.” I scan the faces again. “Never forget why we are doing this—for our people, our lands, and to protect innocents. Not for notoriety or the fact you will probably get to kill people.” I toss Reginald a look. “But I bet you are all ready to find out. When I call your name, move to the left.” I pause, ensuring I still have everyone’s attention.
“Rey, Gutter, Leaf, Sam, Vic, Derek, Bomber, Disciple, Freddy, Abraham, and finally, Sascha,” I finish, and wait for them all to move—a total of ten men and one woman.
“Good. Sascha you will be leading this road team.” Her mouth drops open before she covers it. “You will report to me, the people in your team will report to you, and I to Worth.”
Looking back at the others, I meet their eyes. “If I call your name, move to the right.” I call Vin and ten men, and watch as they move to the side, leaving the rest in the middle, around fifteen to be exact.
“Reginald, Clancy, Meat, and Rover, you have not made the cut, please leave. The rest of you will be stationed at The Ring for now as backup and to protect and refill our road teams. This won’t be forever, and when we—”
“Fucking bullshit!” Reginald shouts, and I sigh and look at him.
“It’s rude to interrupt, you giant bumhole,” I snarl, letting the insult slip as I jump from the table and get in his face. “You didn’t get picked because you’re cocky, arrogant, and unable to think past your own gains and actions. You can’t work with a team, never mind beneath a woman who you clearly look down on. You’ll be lucky if you fit anywhere in this fucking world. My suggestion, Reginald,” I growl out as he glares, “is to bow your fucking head and learn respect or get the hell out of our way. This isn’t a man’s world anymore, it’s a fucking woman’s domain, baby, and you’re just along for the ride.”
I turn away, giving him my back, taking a page from Worth’s book—never show them fear. My men watch carefully in case he tries something, but I don’t need them to. I already know he wants to show off, show his strength, and for him, he probably thinks he’s putting a woman in her place. He just doesn’t realise that place is above misogynistic idiots like him.
I part my legs when I stop, ready to turn, listening for it. A second later, it comes. The sand crunches under his feet, and the air blows towards me. I turn, ducking the blade, and smash my fist into his chest, cracking his ribs. I do it again, and he stumbles back as I bring my arm down across his, snapping his wrist and forcing him to release the blade as he howls. Turning, I kick him in the face twice before he goes down. He hits the sand hard. I hear yells of encouragement, and my men coming towards me as I stop above Reginald.
Standing above him with my legs on either side, I stare down at his bleeding, shocked face. “I think it’s time for you to go. If I see you tomorrow, you’re dead.” Stepping back, I watch as he gets to his feet, hesitating. “Now, asshole!” He turns and starts to run away, and I look at Vin and Sascha. “As my new enforcers, ensure he reaches the border before sunrise, won’t you?”
“You’ve got it,” Vin agrees.
“A pleasure,” Sascha purrs. “With me,” she calls to her team and winks at me. “Let’s give him a good scare.”
I watch them go with a laugh before turning back to the others. “Enjoy tonight’s freedom, gentleman. Tomorrow, you start a new life as The Damned, the enforcers of The Wastes!”
“Hoorah!” they call, and when I turn to leave, I see Worth and her men watching me from the stairs. She smiles at me proudly and salutes, giving me her blessing.
The Damned just grew. Maybe it’s not us who are damned…but those we hunt.
I catch up with Worth and discuss the idea of having a ceremony to welcome all the new enforcers. She likes it and leaves me in charge of preparing the celebration. So, of course, I rope my men into helping me. I put Evan on the location and drinks, and Archel on food and spreading the word. Clay is in charge of m
aking sure Archel doesn’t kill anyone, and Jago follows me with Beast Jr. jumping along at our feet.
I find the blacksmith in his shop at the back. Before Worth came along, he was in charge of sharpening the weapons for the fights and the soldiers. Now he works with Worth to create so much more, and I know he loves it. He creates jewellery and signs, and his talent and happiness are obvious in each creation.
“Yo, Willy,” I call as I step into the shop. He turns with a glare. A huge mountain of a man, he has to duck to even work in his shop. He wears a leather apron, and his bare arms are covered in sweat and dirt. His bald head shines from the heat, and he has goggles perched on top.
“It is William, how many times do I have to tell you?”
“So, Willy, I need your help,” I say with a smile. “Queen’s orders.”
He sighs, puts down the hammer, and crosses his arms. “Call me William and I will.”
I wince but smile sweetly. “William, oh great bender of metal, the hardest hammerer in The Wastes, weapon maker extraordinaire, and a very tender lover, I heard, will you help me?”
“I’ll ignore the sarcasm because Worth says if I try to kill you again, she’ll put my head on a pike. Fine, what do you need?” he grumbles.
“See? Knew you didn’t hate me all along.” I clap. “Excellent, how many metal necklaces can you make before this evening?”
“It depends on how big—”
“That’s what she said,” I whisper, unable to help myself. He stops, and we just stare at each other before I clear my throat. “Size is up to you, make as many as you can.”
“Uh-huh, and what goes on these necklaces?” he demands.
“The Damned symbol of course.” I toss a drawing at him, the one Worth used for my jacket. “See you tonight!” I call, leaving him muttering death threats under his breath as Jago grins next to me.
“You really have a way with people, Brawler.”
Turning, I walk backwards as I smile at him. “Worked on you, didn’t it? You were obsessed, couldn’t leave me alone.”
“That’s a bit extreme. You distracted me with your boobs, and I was helpless.”
“Uh-huh, and then you stayed for the winning personality, and now you love me,” I tease.
“That’s it,” he snaps. “You have gotten far too cocky.”
I squeal and turn as he rushes at me, but as always, Jago is too fast for me. He snatches me and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass.
“I think it’s time to remind you why you came back to my training every day.”
“You’re the boss,” I chirp, then groan as his hand squeezes my ass, waking my vajayjay up.
He rushes to our room, kicking the door shut behind us and smashing me to the wall. Our lips meet hurriedly, and lust explodes between us until I’m trembling as he sucks my tongue. My fingers dig into his shoulder as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against the hard cock I can feel through his pants.
Our desperate kiss breaks apart at the sound of a whine, and we both turn and see Beast Jr. as he tilts his head, watching us get it on. “That’s so creepy,” Jago whispers, our cheeks nearly pressed together.
“He can’t see us doing it, that’s like mentally scarring,” I reply.
“Then what the fuck do you want me to do?” he snarls, making the puppy yip again.
“I don’t know. Put him in the other room while we fuck… Wait, you can’t leave him alone.” I groan.
“That’s babies, Brawler.” Jago sighs. “Fine, next time Archel or one of your other idiots is taking the feral so I can get my dick wet without my bare ass being stared at by a puppy.”
“Deal.” I laugh as he puts me on my feet. With a sigh, he leans down and hoists the puppy up, kissing his head as he turns.
“Come on, little one, I need to fuck Mummy and it’s weird if you watch,” he mutters as he heads to the bedroom. Jago covers him in a blanket and slowly backs from the room, shutting the door before he can follow. He looks to me, his eyes dark, his lips tilted in a smirk. “Where were we, Brawler?”
“You were about to fuck my brains out and show me who is boss?” I offer sweetly, batting my lashes at him.
“Damn fucking right I was,” he snaps and lunges towards me. My laugh cuts off into a moan as his lips smash into mine. He grabs my hips and hoists me up, pressing my back against the wall again as we pick up where we left off.
He holds me there as his hand moves to my trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly before burying right into the material. He slides it down until he can cup my wet pussy, swallowing my moan as I grind into his hand.
I pull my mouth away and nip his lip. “Fuck me,” I demand.
“So impatient,” Jago growls and turns us, tossing me onto the sofa before following me down. He blankets my body with his as he pauses above me. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Right now, I want to taste my cunt.”
“Your cunt?” I grin.
“That’s right, Brawler—my cunt. Now be a good girl for once and scream for me,” he snarls, moving down my body and yanking off my trousers. He tosses them away before my underwear gets the same treatment.
Then he drops, forcing his massive shoulders between my thighs. I have no choice but to throw my legs over them, exposing my wet pussy. I feel his eyes on me before his tongue darts out and drags down my center, licking all of me before he groans at the first taste of my cream.
“Best fucking flavour in the world.” He sighs against my pussy. “I could die down here. In fact, I think I will. Choke me,” he orders as he finally lets go of his control and ravishes my pussy.
His tongue sweeps back and forth, up and down, before circling my clit and flicking. Jago’s fingers press against my hole, and just as I inhale deeply, he spears me with them, forcing them into my pussy all the way to the knuckle before he strokes my walls. He doesn’t let up, fucking me with his fingers, slamming them into me over and over as his tongue drags along my clit.
He sucks on the nub, biting gently. The pleasure storms through me, ordered by that talented mouth, and within moments, I’m screaming my release. I lift my hips, grinding my pussy into his mouth so he can’t breathe, and my hands scramble on the fabric of the sofa. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. He fucks me through it, not even slowing down until I suck in a stuttering breath and push him away with weak hands.
He kisses my clit and pulls his fingers from me before sitting back. With his eyes locked on me, he sucks his fingers into his mouth and groans. The sound is carnal and dirty, and I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me.
Sitting up, I pull my shirt and bra off, and then I reach for him. He drops to me willingly, kissing me roughly and letting me taste my release on his tongue.
Pulling his lips from mine, he stands and quickly sheds his clothes before grabbing my hips and flipping me. Jago forces a gasp from my throat as my face hits the soft sofa, then he yanks my ass back and I feel him settle behind me. His huge cock presses against my pussy, warning me of what’s to come.
Unashamedly, I push back into it, grinding, wanting it inside me. I only just came, yet I’m already ready for more. Ready for him.
He wastes no time on pretty words, no, my beast grips my hips and thrusts into me, making me scream and writhe as he forces that huge cock into my still pulsing channel. With a snarl, he pulls out and slams back in.
My breathing is ragged, and my hands clench the material to hold on as he sets a hard, fast pace. He fucks me ruthlessly, the force pushing me forward and dragging my beaded, sensitive nipples along the sofa until I’m crying out. I clench around him, unable to speak or think as he replaces every thought with him.
“Fucking” —thrust— “love” —thrust— “you,” he snarls, punctuating each word with a hard, quick thrust, driving my pleasure higher and higher. My next orgasm is already in reach, working its way through me.
It explodes when he slaps my pussy with an open ha
nd, catching my clit and lips, making me scream as I come. With two more thrusts, he snarls and stills as his own release fills me.
Falling forward, he kisses my sweaty back as I shiver and shake, and drool definitely falls from my mouth. “Anytime you need a reminder, Brawler, just let me know,” he teases, his voice breathless, and I can’t help but laugh, which in turn makes us both groan.
After Jago showed me well and truly who was boss, I showered and got dressed for the evening. I want my new enforcers to know they are important, and honestly, warriors use any excuse to celebrate.
By the time I get downstairs, the sun has started to set and the booze is already flowing. Someone is playing an old guitar they found, and Clarissa is singing along to it. It makes me stop and stare. Her voice is so raw, so fucking beautiful. It’s unlike anything I’ve heard for a long time, reminding me of sultry singers from the fifties. Her eyes are closed, her head is tilted, and her hand is held out to her side as if she’s projecting the memories into the song she sings about overcoming pain.
It almost brings a tear to my eye, and I catch Worth’s man watching her lovingly, eyes wide and jaw slack, as if he’s unable to look away.
Dragging my own gaze away, I shake off the haze her song has put me in and smile at a warrior as he thrusts a bottle of clear liquid at me. “Home brewed vodka, lass,” he informs me and stumbles away to dance.
Grinning, I take a sip, then wince at the strength, but I swallow it back, not wanting to be rude, especially when they are all looking at me. My new recruits are sitting together, laughing and joking at a table. Sascha is arm wrestling Vin. I toast them with my bottle before making the rounds. I find Worth and her men sitting towards the back on the ground near a fire. She’s lying in Thorn’s arms with a lazy smile on her face as she watches the flames. I almost feel like I’m intruding as I stand there before she raises her eyes to me.