Page 136 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“No, everyone skipped out, so I was planning on watching a movie. The boredom is real when I’m left to my own devices. Between school and training, I’ve been wiped out. Where did everyone go?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I had a delivery in the morgue that I had to take care of. When I came back upstairs, it was only you here and a note that said, ‘Watch Jolie. We’ll be back.’”

“I don’t need a babysitter, you know.”

Creed laughs and looks up at me. “I know you’ve been told this before, but it’s not babysitting. It’s common practise for one team member to stay with their female, at all times. And make no mistake, you’re ours.”

The weird thing is, as much as I have tried to deny it, they’re mine as much as I am theirs.

“I can see it in your eyes, Tenshi. You’ve laid claim, even if you don’t want to admit it. You just need to give in—we all have. Well, maybe everyone except Brennan. He still seems to beavoiding you after you jumped his bones.” He smiles as he says it, knowing he’s triggered me.

“I didn’t jump his anything.” My mutter holds conviction. “Just did what none of you had managed to do.”

“No offence, but Brennan isn’t my type.”

“Is Chester your type?”

He pauses and looks back up at me. “I wouldn’t say he is my preferred type.”

“But you have sex with him.”

“You mean we fuck. There’s nothing nice or sweet about what we do.”

“I just didn’t picture either of you as the type.”

“As what type?” he asks as his brows furrow.

“The type to fuck other men.”

“We don’t fuck other men. Only each other, and only after a tattoo.”

“Okay, but what I really want to know is who’s the top?”

Creed places the brush back into the polish, screws the cap on and sits it down on the vanity. He leans into me, and as he does, I move back until I’m firmly pressed against the mirror. His mouth gets closer to me, lips feathering along mine.

“Wouldn’t you like to know...” he murmurs, then pulls back, making every last nerve ending tingle with awareness. “Do you know what I like to do when I’m horny as fuck?”

“What?” I rasp.

“I like to cut open dead bodies. Want to help?”

I almost ask if he wants to fuck—we’re both grown adults—but something holds me back. I feel like now that I know who I am, that I was created for this, maybe I should sit down and lay it all on the table for them. We need to figure out how this is going to work because I refuse to feel guilty for who I am or what I like. I know they’re all open to it. Except maybe Brennan—he still seems a little hung up on who I was in the past.

Creed checks to make sure my nails are dry, then wraps his large hands around my waist and lifts me off the vanity, placing my feet firmly on the floor.

“Yes, let’s go cut some human flesh.” I clap excitedly.

As we walk out of the en suite, Creed asks me if the outfit I’m wearing has any sentimental value. I’m not sure how a pair of old sweats and a baggy shirt could mean anything to anyone. Shaking my head, after assessing my outfit, I realise I look like a hot mess tonight, but I wasn’t expecting to go anywhere. I was also under the impression that no one else was home.

Following Creed through the massive house, we eventually reach the steps and descend to the morgue. I shiver when we enter, as it’s a little chilly in here, but I suppose it needs to be when you’re working with dead bodies. He’s lucky though, because he wouldn’t notice since he doesn’t feel the cold, and the other guy is dead.

The body is already lying on the tarp-covered table with a sheet pulled across it. Creed turns on the overhead light and manoeuvres it directly above the dead man. He pulls the sheet back, folding it down to the corpse’s waist. If I didn’t already know he was dead, I would think the man just looks like he’s sleeping. Well, minus the bullet hole in his forehead.

“This guy just needs to be cremated, but I thought you might want to practise on him.”

“Hell yes!” I squeal, making Creed laugh. He helps me get into an apron and gives me a pair of gloves. Once we’re ready, I step up to the dead body and Creed moves in behind me.

“I usually start with the skull, because there’s nothing better than sawing a person’s head open and removing their brain. But, since this is your first time, we’ll start you off slow with the Y incision.”

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