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Chapter Thirteen

Jolie

Today didn’t just drag on—it went agonisingly slow. Creed finished up his day early, so the second my class let out, I didn’t bother waiting on anyone. Creed was already waiting for me in the parking area.

“Someone is happy,” he says, leaning over from the driver’s side to press a quick kiss to my lips.

“That’s because you promised me a good time,” I cheer, rubbing my hands together. “I have been wanting to see how you cut a skull open.”

He shakes his head with a smirk. “Only you would be excited about that. It’s like you were made for me or something.”

Creed offers to stop and get me food, but I’m too giddy to focus on food. I can eat later.

By the time we pull up into the driveway, I’m practically half out of my seat before the car even stops. Creed follows behind me into the side entrance to the morgue, where Olly is perched on the cold bench watching us walk in. The dead body The Order sent over is already on the metal table in the centre of the room, ready for us.

I walk over and take him in. Just looking at his face makes me wonder what secrets his brain holds. Especially if he is involved in The Order. I don’t know much about them, but they are a secret organisation and it’s better to be on their good side.

Creed walks over to the computer and taps away at the keyboard. A dial tone fills the room, and I turn to see Amelie’s face fill the screen. This time she doesn’t have Kalen with her. Instead, she has a man with an insidious smile. A chill radiates up my spine at the vibe he’s got going on. The man is decent looking, and while not quite as scary as Laughn, I still wouldn’t want to cross him.

“Hi,” Amelie says, rubbing her eyes. It must be early in the UK. “This is Onyx. Don’t mind his resting bitch face, the wind changed, and he’s stuck like that forever,” she jokes.

He rolls his eyes, but I don’t miss the small smile tilting his lips as he looks over at her.

“We have your guy. Is there anything I should know?” Creed asks as I wave to Amelie.

Onyx moves forward. “We sent him to Australia on an assignment, but we lost contact with him six days ago. Our Australian chapter was looking for him, but he vanished, then turned up last night on Amelie’s grandmother’s doorstep. We have a feeling it’s an inside job and wanted to keep it quiet. Amelie suggested you.”

His tone suggests he isn’t exactly happy about it, but he doesn’t say that outright.

“We had the body brought straight to you,” Amelie adds. “No one knows besides my grandmother and siblings. Once you finish whatever it is you do, please call us back on this secure line to go through your findings. We appreciate your discretion on this matter.”

“What do you want done with the body after?” Creed asks.

“Dispose of it,” Onyx replies. “We don’t need any evidence left behind.”

“Please box up his remains. I will get Sawyer to email you with a forwarding address. Once we find out what happened, I’m sure his family would like his ashes.”

“We will call you back as soon as all of his results come are in,” Creed says in a business voice.

I smile and Amelie smiles back—she gets it. I’m sure the dark and broody Onyx gets her all hot and bothered.

Onyx nods at Creed and ends the call. I turn my attention back to the dead body.

“I already examined the body and started my report, so I was ready for you.”

“Goody,” I exclaim, bouncing on my toes, half in excitement and half from the cold.

Standing next to him, I observe intently as he picks up a scalpel and explains that he has to cut away the skin. He arcs the cut around the back of the cadaver’s head and moves to the front. Admittedly, I get slightly queasy as he peels away the man’s scalp to slowly reveal the actual skull. Leaving the hair flap pulled forward over the man’s face, Creed tucks the bottom part down near his neck. This is a little more gruesome than I initially thought.

Honestly, I figured once the skin was off, he would get out a saw and just start hacking away. Instead, he removes the muscles by swiping the scalpel around the temple area.

“Now it’s time to open the skullcap,” he instructs, placing the scalpel down on a tray on wheels. He picks up something that looks like a bread knife.

“We have to make an outline with this blade.”

I nod and watch as he works. “Can you hold his head still?” he asks me.

I snap on some gloves and step away from Creed a little to stabilise the man’s head, while trying really hard to ignore the skin flap.

Once he is done, he looks up at me. “Just to recap, we retracted the anterior flap forward and posterior flap backwards. Then we made the outline. You will learn all the technical jargon in class.” I nod along with what he is explaining. “Now we need this beauty,” he says, holding up a small circular saw, but it’s smaller than I imagined. Creed passes it to me, and I move behind the now exposed skull as he explains carefully what I need to do. Stepping behind me, he continues to whisper instructions into my ear.

I squeal once the saw goes through the last section of the skull, stepping back as Creed pops the skull off to reveal the brain. He picks up his scalpel again and removes another flap that looks like thick plastic. I lean right over as his finger pops under the man’s brain, and he gets the scalpel in behind it and cuts the brain right out of his head and places it into a metal dish.

“What do you need to test his brain for?” I ask, eyeing the mushy mass.

“This guy, I don’t. I just figured you would like to do it.” He smirks.

I gasp. “Creed Taylor, you did not just make me cut a poor dead man’s skull open for our own entertainment!”

Creed removes his gloves and throws them in a bin, then stalks over to me. His eyes lock with mine, a dark, twisted grin on his face. “Tenshi, that man isn’t a good person. He has done things to people you wouldn’t even imagine. The least he can do in death is help my girl with a fantasy about cutting a skull open.”

He reaches me, and my lips purse the closer he gets. I remove my gloves, dropping them to the floor, and reach my hands out to his chest, pushing him back.

“We are not doing that in here again. I’m scarred for life. Honest-to-god, I thought you had a live person trapped in that damn thing.” I point to the human fridge.

“Tenshi, I wouldn’t dream of taking you here again. If I remember correctly, I was promised a blow job, and I plan to collect. Let’s get you showered.”

“What about him?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“He can’t go anywhere. I will finish up after I eat you. I’ve always enjoyed having dessert first.”

Creed leads me to the main house. I raise a brow at him; I haven’t been in here since the renovations started. Even coming through, I can’t see much since everything is divided off. He leads me up to the wing where Laughn’s room is and takes me into the main bathroom in the hallway.

“Why are we up here?” I ask.

“So I can have you to myself for a little while. It’s a tight squeeze down in the bunker and everyone will hear—which means we will have an audience. One I don’t want right now. I’m being selfish.”

Creed runs the water, the jets spraying in all directions. Once I undress, I step around him and into the shower. Steam billows around me as I stand under the water, and Creed joins me, wrapping his body around mine, his erection pressed against the small of my back.

I turn around and the water runs down my face, so he tucks my hair behind my ears. “I never imagined this is how it would all turn out. But fuck, I’m grateful,” he says in a hushed voice as he looks down at me. Water droplets cling to his eyelashes, so long and dark. Looking at him takes my breath away. Why are the crazy ones the most beautiful? Because that’s what Creed is—not handsome or good looking, he is fucking beautiful.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks.

“You’re so beautiful it takes my breath away.”

“It should be me saying that to you,” he says with a grin.

I press up on my toes and place my lips softly against his, but his hand snakes up the nape of my neck, pulling me closer than even seems possible. He leads the fevered kiss as water falls over the both of us.

I’m the first to pull away, sinking to my knees. “I believe I owe you a blow job.”

He doesn’t protest, instead watching on with hooded eyes as I lick the length of his cock. I grasp the base and lean forward, taking him in my mouth as far back as I can manage.

I suck and tease until he can’t take it anymore. Twisting his fingers into my hair, he thrusts into my mouth, controlling my speed. I bring both my hands to his waist, bracing myself as he takes what he needs from me. He pumps right to the back of my throat, the gagging I make sparking a fire in his eyes and the water from the shower washing away the spit drooling from my mouth. He thrusts into me, never going too far, just enough to reach the back of my throat.

I let Creed claim me.

Having so many alphas at my disposal has led to a lot of claiming, and I love every second of it. Knowing I am theirs, and they are mine. As he gets closer to his release, his breathing becomes rapid, and I look up at him with my lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

“So fucking beautiful,” he gushes, removing himself from my mouth with a pop as the head comes out. He pumps himself with his hand a few times and silky white cum spurts onto my face and tongue. He rests an arm on the wall in front of us, holding himself up while his cock continues to twitch.

I reach up and lick the last of the cum from the tip of his cock, sending shudders throughout his body. He steps back, reaching down to help me stand, then pushes me back under the stream of water and washes my face free of his release. All this while swearing quietly under his breath.

Creed shuts off the water once he helps wash my hair and body, and after he steps out, he holds up a fluffy towel, wrapping me tightly before leading me into a spare room. The room isn’t personalised, but the scent of lavender and sweetness has Kai filling my mind.

Creed leads me over to the bed, but he hesitates for a second when my towel drops, and he takes in my stomach. Every time they see it, they instantly treat me like glass. I’m not fragile and neither are the babies. In no way do I want them to throw me around—I’m not an idiot—but hell, bend me over, pull my hair, and slap my fucking ass.

He lightly pushes me down onto the mattress, making my legs fall open. Having Creed stand at the end of the bed, palming his cock while he licks his lips, has wetness instantly pooling between my legs.

Mimicking him, I slide my hand down to my pussy, finding my clit. I rub slow circles over my swollen nub, needing a release soon.

“Tenshi, I need to taste you.” He steps closer, and I bite my lip.

He crawls up the bed, head descending between my legs. “Fuck,” I hiss when his tongue runs the entire length of my slit. My back arches off the bed involuntarily. Creed’s hand presses down on my pubic bone and he angles his thumb to rub against my clit as his tongue slides inside me.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

An almost immediate orgasm rips through me and electric shocks ricochet around my body, making my muscles twitch. My legs try to clamp closed around his head, and my pussy spasms around his tongue.

“Roll over and put your ass in the air,” he demands as if he reads minds, but I know that’s Chester’s specialty.

I do as I’m told, and Creed steps up behind me, rubbing his cock along my crack. Finding my entrance, he teases me, circling and making me push back, giving me the stretch I need as he enters me.

“All in good time, Tenshi. One day, when these babies are out, Chester and I are going to fill your holes. You won’t know where one of us starts and the other one ends.”

I have never been into anal, and they haven’t really pushed the issue; a slip of a thumb is as far as we have gone. Chester told me we need to work up to it, to stretch me out good so it doesn’t hurt. I’m thankful for their patience because having a massive cock in my ass is something I need to be ready for mentally.

Creed thrusts deep, and his name falls from my lips when his hand cracks down on my ass. I push back, needing him deeper, and he doesn’t disappoint. He rotates his hips, his cock sliding against my walls, rubbing and stroking along my G-spot. A silky, deep chuckle slips out when his hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. Maybe I was wrong to want this position—I would die to see the way his abs move every time he thrusts into me.

Creed takes his time. Every stroke and thrust has me panting with the need to touch him.

“Fuck,” I scream when he reaches down and pinches my now swollen clit, another orgasm coming out of nowhere. My entire body trembles as he stills behind me, his cock pulsating as he comes along with me. When he pulls out, my arms give way, and I fall to my side. Creed lays down beside me to catch his breath, a wicked glint in his eye the only sign he will be ready for round three very soon.

“Anata wa watashi no subete desu,” he whispers.

“You’re my everything too,” I whisper back.