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extracted Camille’s notebook from beneath the sleeping woman’s cheek.
    Her eyes scanned the pages of penciled scrawl quickly. “Holy shit, he wasn’t lying. Eben… this place is a lot more important than we thought it was.” She looked up into his eyes, her pretty face beseeching. “We have to wake them up.”
    “What the hell are you talking about? Wake who up?”
    Erika laid the notebook back down and grabbed his hand. Her dark eyes were wide and excited. She was more excited than he’d ever seen her. With a brief glance he realized how disheveled she was, but it just served to make her sexier. Women like Erika were so good at wearing their fixations like a badge that just made men like him gravitate toward them. Her hair was a tangled mess, her dirty shirt half undone and wrinkled, her breasts almost spilling out from her low-cut tank top, and her nipples were hard little circles pressing against the fabric.
    “Dragons, my dear. They are fucking real . That statue you were so crudely fondling earlier? Real. Living but asleep. I’ve been walking for the last three hours probably, just trying to figure it all out, but this is the answer. We are going to wake them up.”
    “I think lack of sex has made you a crazy woman.”
    “Sweetie, I’m just as horny as you are, but apparently that’s by design. Kris gave me the scoop. We can’t orgasm unless we’re touching one of them.”
    “Ah… one of what?”
    “One of the dragons.”
    Images of shoving his cock into a stone hole made him crease his brow with worry. “I’m not fucking a rock.”
    “I don’t know how it works with the female dragons, but we’ll figure it out. Maybe all they need are facials.”
    “Right.” He laughed. “And the idea of screwing a reptile turns you on? I admit I’m as kinky as the next guy, but bestiality? Not gonna go there.”
    “They’re not beasts . They’re mythical creatures who actually aren’t so mythical after all. Come on.”
    “Can’t she come too?” he asked, gesturing to Camille. “I’m sure she’d want us to wake her up to see.”
    “No, honey, this is a two-man job. She’s not ready for this, I promise you.”
    She led him back to their camp, urging him to silence while she found the camera and tripod stashed in Corey’s gear.
    A moment later they slipped through the now open doors behind the dais and into a shadowed corridor. Kris stood waiting by the first of several recessed doorways, his expression eager.
    “Kris, you beautiful man, I changed my mind. Let’s do this,” Erika said.
    Kris nodded and stepped up to the door, placing his hands atop a pair of inlaid characters and reciting a few words in a language Eben didn’t recognize. The doors swung open and the room inside blazed to life when all the sconces along its walls lit up simultaneously.
    “Wow. This looks like some rich bastard’s version of a personal fetish room,” Eben said. The first thing he noticed was the wide altar-like platform in the center of the room with the figure of a naked man chained to it. A very aroused naked man carved entirely out of brilliant red jade. When Eben’s eyes traveled past the platform to the end of the room they nearly popped out of his head.
    A lavender-hued sculpture of a beautiful woman rested upon a small bench. Large wings stretched out behind her, making her resemble a majestic bird of paradise. The figure was shapely, with plump breasts and a lovely face. And she had huge, swirling horns that emerged from the top of her forehead and angled backward. Behind the horns, her wings stretched out in pure lavender jade so translucent that the lights behind her made them glow. Coiling tendrils of hair draped over her shoulders trailing down to a flat stomach that culminated in spread thighs flanking her bare pussy.
    His eyes rested between her thighs, trying to imagine how much fun the sculptor must have had while polishing it to such a brilliant shine. And shine it did, as though she were