Page 154 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Then the entire team might as well find something to study since they will be enrolled for the same amount of time. That, or they could make a special request to work smaller jobs, which is usually turned down. However, once they graduate from Olympia, they don’t have to work there full time. We don’t have that luxury; for us, this is it. We’re the guinea pigs, therefore we must work within Olympia.”

“Well, I plan to change all that if we can get rid of Mr Z. Don’t get me wrong, I like the concept of Olympia, just not how he runs it.”

The bell rings and I pull myself from underneath Brennan and stand, buttoning up my blouse. He walks back over to his desk and grabs the pants he had dropped on the floor. He pulls my underwear out of the pocket as he comes back over to me.Lifting them to his nose, he takes a deep whiff, and with a groan, reluctantly hands them back to me. I slip them on and try to make myself look presentable—not freshly fucked. Brennan does the same, discretely disposing of the condom in an old coffee cup, placing the lid back on it and throwing it in the trash.

A knock at the door has Brennan checking himself over. “Come in.”

Betty pokes her head inside and she eyes me up and down, her lip turning up in disgust. “Your next appointment is here.”

“Thank you. Send her in,” he says dismissively.

Betty leaves, and I smile at Brennan. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

He nods, and I turn to the door, coming face to face with Chelsea.

“Bitch,” she hisses under her breath, and I elbow her on my way past. By the time I get to the science block, I’m running late. I know Creed won’t ask me for a late slip, so I walk straight through the door, heading for the seat Colt has saved for me.

“Nice of you to join us, Miss Smith.”

“You’re welcome,” I say with a cheeky smile. “Mr Myers wanted to wish me a happy birthday.”

“That was nice of him,” he replies, looking me over. “Happy birthday. Now, if you could take your seat, we have to dissect some rats today.” My gaze cuts to his. “Don’t worry, they’re bred for this purpose and humanely euthanised.”

A shiver runs up my spine. I turn my back to Creed and find Colt holding a dead rat, making it dance on the table. Once I have my lab coat and protective glasses on, Colt and I make quick work of following the instructions on the white board until the poor rat is gutless and all its organs are neatly placed on a damn tray. Colt is surprisingly good at biology and takes the class seriously. Creed walks around the room and looks overeveryone’s work, stopping at our table last. He leans in to look over my shoulder, his finger touching the back of my bare leg.

“Good work,” he praises before lowering his voice. “I can smell him on your clothes.”

“How?” I whisper back.

“Our heightened sense of smell, plus Brenny smells like old books and whiskey more times than not. But most of all, I can smell the lingering scent of your arousal now that I’m up close.”

I’m glad Colt chose the back row. The new science classroom we have been moved to has two rows of six bench-style seating. There is no way to see behind each bench unless you’re standing behind it. No one else has taken the back row, and I wonder if that was done purposefully or because no one wants to go near Colt. I always thought he was nice, but I have been paying attention to what happens when he’s around. Kids scatter in the opposite direction when they see him coming. Just like they did when my Hades guys were still here.

Creed’s fingers curl around a pen on my desk, and a with a flick, it falls to the floor. Colt must see what’s transpiring, so he picks up some rat guts and flings them into some poor girl’s hair. She shrieks and Colt runs over to help her. Creed, however, bends down to pick up the pen that he dropped on the floor. Leaning in, his head disappears under my skirt. He flicks my underwear to the side and runs his tongue from my clit all the way down. Then, just as quick, he pops back up and places the pen back on my desk and walks away. When he reaches the girl with the rat guts in her hair, he turns back to me and licks his lips before returning his attention to her.

“Stop whining. I’m sure you’ve had worse shit in your hair than this. Go clean yourself up.”

The poor girl cries harder and runs from the room. Colt’s hyena laugh fills the room as he makes his way back to my side.

“You’re welcome.” He winks, a shit-eating grin breaking out across his face.

“Screw you.”

“No thank you, you had your chance and blew it. My sights are now set on a perky strawberry blonde. That is, if I can ever get Blayne out from between her thighs. I swear we are taught how to share in kindergarten, but obviously, she didn’t get the memo.”

Just imagining Blayne cock-blocking Colt makes me laugh. “So, is it just you two and Sinclair, or your whole team?”

“A man never kisses and tells, so you’ll have to ask her. But can you also ask her to let me eat her pussy? I beg you.”

“I’m not doing that—it’s weird.”

“How is that weird? You are her friend. Girls talk about sex and compare notes.”

I shake my head at him. Creed starts to talk about what we need to record down, and Colt drops the pussy subject for now. I’m sure he’ll harass me again at some point.

The last class of the day is English. Sinclair’s in this class and so is Summer and a couple of her guys, though we are seated in rows of three and she ditched her guys for us after we made up. The bell rings and I sigh in relief. I’m glad this day is over.

“No way did Colt ask you to ask me that,” Sinclair says, rolling her eyes.

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