Page 137 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

He hands me a scalpel from the tray next to the metal table. His hand comes down on top of mine, guiding me where to go.Starting at the man’s left shoulder, we press down a lot harder than I expected and I watch as the skin slices open easily, like a hot knife through butter. I gag at the sight, but he continues down to the man’s sternum and then lifts my hand. My mind drifts to the way Creed feels pressed against my skin and the deep sound of his voice as he explains what he’s doing.

We repeat the first step on the other side and down to where the ends meet. He angles our hands slightly, then slices right down the middle until reaching the top of the pubic bone. Once the incision is done, he lets go of my hand and takes the scalpel, placing it back on the tray. I turn in his arms and forget about the dead body.

“Creed,” I pant, my voice breathy. “We need to go upstairs.”

Recognition hits, his pupils dilating until his beautiful obsidian colour is nowhere to be found. He removes his gloves, tossing them over his shoulder, and I do the same. Pressing in closer to me, his hands come to my face, and he pulls me to his lips. Once his tongue enters my mouth, there’s a fevered rush to remove our clothes. My nipples harden in the cold air, and they throb painfully, wanting some attention. His lips leave mine with a groan as he steps back.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs once I’m standing naked before him.

I could say the same; Creed naked is a work of art.

His gaze darts around me, then he stalks over to the table, determination etched on his face. In one swift movement, he tips the dead man and tarp to the floor, and he splats down face first. The thud of the body landing echoes around the enclosed space, and my mouth falls open, but Creed just laughs. “He’s lucky he even gets a cremation. The man was a traitor to the organisation.”

I nod, captivated, as he stalks back over to me, his hands coming to my waist, and he lifts me with ease. I wrap my armsaround his neck and my legs around his torso as he walks us backwards, then he plants my ass on the freezing cold table. My body trembles as his hand pushes against my breasts, forcing me to lie back, my back slightly arching to avoid the ice-cold bench beneath me.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to have another body on this table again without picturing you laid before me.”

Creed moves around the table until he’s near my feet and wraps his hands around my ankles. Pulling my body down closer to his, until my butt is hanging off, he drops to his knees and tosses my legs over his shoulders. He doesn’t waste time with teasing and dives right in, wrapping his lips around my clit. I cry out as he slips a finger into my pussy and sucks hard on my throbbing bundle of nerves. The man is definitely skilled with his mouth, and before I know it, an orgasm crashes through me. He doesn’t let me come down; he just keeps pushing me higher and higher till I scream out his name as I come again.

“Creed,” I pant. “I need you inside me—now.”

He drops my legs from his shoulders as he stands, and instead draws them around his waist, leaning over and crashing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him, and frantically, I wrap my arms around his neck, refusing to allow him to pull away. I clutch onto him tighter when he suddenly stands and grabs my ass with both hands as he walks across the room.

My back slams into the wall of the morgue as Creed kisses a path down my jaw and neck to the sensitive area where it meets my shoulder. I whimper as he bites down hard, obviously wanting to mark his territory.

One hand disappears from my butt as he pulls back slightly, then wraps it around his dick and bumps my clit with his head. He guides himself as it slips through my wet folds and nudges my entrance.

Sensing my need of not wanting to be apart for another moment, he thrusts his hard cock inside me all the way to the hilt. His Jacob’s ladder rubs against my inner walls, causing me to squirm. My legs tighten around his waist as I rock myself against him. He groans as he licks the sweat beading on my neck, right until his lips are against my ear. “The first time, I’ll go easy on you. But once I’ve made you come all over my cock, don’t think there will be any rest. I plan to take you up to my room and by the time the sun comes up, your body will be battered and bruised, and your knees will go weak every time you see me.”

He punctuates his statement by pulling out and slowly thrusting back deep inside me. I cry out his name as my freshly painted nails dig into his shoulders, making him growl and thrust even deeper into me, grinding his pelvis into my clit.

A loudbangstartles me—causing my body to jolt, and Creed to still.

“What was that?” I whisper, looking over his shoulder. It came from one of the smaller fridges on the opposite wall where they keep individual dead bodies.

Bang bang. It happens again. “Creed, do you have a live person in there?”

“Fuck,” Creed swears under his breath.

He does... he has someone locked in there while we’re having sex.

Another loud bang echoes through the room and a scream tears from my throat as one of the doors flies off the wall and slams onto the floor. Creed doesn’t move, keeping me pressed against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside me as he covers my body with his.

“I’m so sorry, Tenshi,” he whispers.Why would he be sorry?

Everything happens in slow motion. A body slips from the small opening, booted feet first.

The man lands in a crouch on the ground. My eyes widen as I take in the colourful artwork marked all over his arms. The designs are so hauntingly familiar; ones I’ve traced with my fingers numerous times. My vision blurs as I take in the sight before me. My eyes follow his movement as he stands and digs his hands into his dirty-blonde hair, ruffling it up.

“Laughn?” I croak out as my vision starts to strobe.

This can’t be right. He’s dead—they all are.

Laughn lets out a groan while stretching his arms above his head. “What the fuck, bro?” he says, before looking our way and locking eyes with me.

I feel my face drain of colour and my world goes black.

“I think we finally killed her,” I hear Kai joke.

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