Chapter 8

Cronos

The taste of her pussy has me growling from deep within my throat. I feel her body shudder at the sound. I swipe my tongue over her clit loving the cries that tear from her. She's backing her ass up like a pro as she rubs that pussy up and down my tongue. I feel her body grow tense and know she is close, so I pull back. She whimpers but she knows better than to question my motives or her orgasm won't happen until I say. I run a hand down her back, loving the way she melts at feeling my touch.

"You gonna take my dick like a good girl, angel?" I ask as I line my cock up with her entrance.

"Yes. I'll take it so fucking good, Nos," she promises as I press the head of my cock inside her tight little cunt. I may be ruthless and downright nasty in the bedroom, but I also take into account her current condition. I don't know much about babies but the last thing I want to do is fuck her too hard and leave the imprint of my dick on the baby's forehead. I press further inside her and still, giving her a chance to adjust to my size. She's breathing hard and clutching the sheets in a vice-like grip.

"Breathe, angel," I grit out through clenched teeth as I ease further inside her, her cunt so fucking wet I glide inside her with ease. It's taking every ounce of self-control I possess to not just slam all the way inside her. I begin to lose the battle when her pussy starts fluttering, finally losing it and thrust the remainder of the way inside her. She cries out and I bite down on my lip to keep my groan from slipping free.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she rasps out. I give us both a minute to adjust before drawing almost all the way out of her, leaving just the tip inside her tight wet heat, then slam back inside her. She screams out her pleasure and lurches forward, but I pull her back to me. I reach around and grip the front of her throat, pulling her until she is flush against me. I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss of ownership as I begin to move inside her, swallowing her moans.

Fucking her at this angle feels so good, I can feel the tip of my cock brushing against her G-spot. She starts to quake in my hold, I break the kiss and stare into her eyes, loving the blissed-out look I see in them.

"You want to come on this dick, baby?"

She whimpers and nods. "Yes, please let me come!"

My hold on her throat tightens. "I want you to scream my fucking name when you break apart." I slam inside her ruthlessly twice more. She slams her eyes closed and arches forward as much as my hold will allow.

"Cronos, I'm coming," she screams out, her cunt strangling the fucking life out of my cock as her orgasm rips through her.

This, this sight right here is everything to me.

I love watching her come, it's a sight unmatched by anything in this world. The way her eyes turn glassy and the red hue that covers her body drives the beast inside me mad. The cage I keep him in inside me bursts open. I shift my hold and grip the back of her neck, forcing her forward so her face is buried in the mattress. I grip her hip in my other hand, my hold is punishing and will leave bruises. I can't control the monster, he overshadows my rational thought and fucks her like a possessed man.

I feel my balls tightening and know I am seconds away from blowing my load deep inside her pussy, then the sounds of her muffled cries penetrates the fog. I want her to swallow every drop of my cum but the need to stamp my mark—coming inside her wins the battle raging inside me. I throw my head back and roar her name as I come. The shudders are still rolling through me when I pull out and force her to her knees before me, she knows what I want.

She locks her arms behind her back and opens her mouth. Pressing forward, I groan the moment her wet little mouth wraps around me. "Lick it fucking clean," I snarl. She obeys without complaint and bobs up and down on my shaft, moaning at the taste of both our releases mixed together. She pulls back and releases me with a pop, licks her lips and moans, knowing that shit gets to me. I reach down and cup her cheek, loving the way she presses it into my touch. "Next time, I want to watch you on your hands and knees while you get fucked." A shudder rolls through her at my promise.

I have a fetish for cucking and I am so fucking pleased that she enjoys it as much as I do. The sight of another man's cock sliding in and out of her pussy gets me so fucking hard, and the thought of his cum inside her cunt as I fuck her, sets my beast roaring inside me. The only man that gets to come inside that sweet little cunt is me.

Reaching down, I stroke her cheek and shoot her a thankful smile before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind myself. I know this is probably a dickhead move but the truth is, I went into things with her with my guard down and I got burned… badly. This time, my guard will be up always, this way there will be no chance of her getting under my skin again. I know that the child inside her will change things, I'm not the father of her baby and I know because of her history that she will want her family back together again. That is the only reason I didn't go after the cunt the other night and kill him, she would never forgive me for hurting the father of her unborn baby.

She won't admit it out loud but I know she is going to walk away again and take the kid with her. I can't allow myself to fall into the trap of thinking that she and I can be more than just fuck buddies. Losing her will kill me, but if I allow myself to care for that kid and she takes it from me… I don't think I will ever recover from a loss like that.

The tension between me and Amelia is so thick, it's practically suffocating and the short ride from my house to the morgue feels like hours. She hasn't spoken a word since I left her on her knees last night, it's better this way and if she can't see that, then that shit is on her. I park the truck out front and climb out, not bothering to wait for her. I won't hold her hand and baby her through this shit, if she is going to make it on her own in this world without her family, then she needs to start relying on herself and not someone else.

I unlock the front door and head inside, flicking the lights on as I head toward the back where I feel most at home— in the chiller. The moment I push through the swinging doors, I inhale the scent and sigh in contentment. Nothing beats the scent of this room. Most people hate the smell but I don't. I find it calming. I move across the room and double check the name tags on the chiller doors. Unlike most funeral homes, I only have one chiller room here because of the small size. I would like another one but it wouldn't be used that often, because sadly we don't have enough death around here.

I slide the door open and pass by Jack and Connor to retrieve Sally. I saw her around town a couple of times and she seemed like a nice old lady. I pull the zipper down on the body bag and shoot her a smile—she looks peaceful.

Lucky lady, I wish I knew what peace felt like.

"I'm gonna fix you up real good, Miss Sally, and then send you back to your husband, kids and grandbabies." I wheel her trolley out and close the door behind me. I come to a stop next to the metal slab where Amelia stands eyeing me cautiously as she looks from me to the body bag.

"You talk to the dead?" she asks.

I shake my head, of course she wouldn't get it. She's so used to saving lives that she doesn't spare the dead a second thought. I lift Sally off the gurney and place her gently on the metal slab, so she can be prepared for embalming.

"The dead deserve the same amount of respect as the living, if not more," I bite out as I begin to unzip the bag, Amelia averts her gaze which just serves to rile me up. "Does Miss Sally's appearance offend you?"

She turns back to me and glowers. "I wonder if Miss Sally's husband left her on her knees after she sucked his cock?" I purse my lips and tear my gaze from hers to look at Sally.

"Did Reggie leave you on your knees, Sally?" I ask. When she doesn't reply, I turn my head to the side and bring my ear down closer to her mouth.

"You're a real dick, you know that?" Amelia snaps. I stand to my full height and shoot her a wink.

"And that is why I prefer to work with the dead, because they don't speak, they don't harm and they sure as fuck don't stab you in the back."

Her mouth pops open but no words come out, I can see the regret in her eyes but it's too late for that shit. She needs to learn to live with the choices she made and make the most of this shitty situation she has found herself in. If she thinks for a second I am going to help guide her or make things easier for her, then she has another thing coming.

"Head out front. If the phone rings, answer it. Don't come back here unless someone has died and needs to be collected." I dismiss her as I turn and head to the storage room where all the chemicals for embalming are kept under lock and key. This may be a small town and with that, kids get bored and can't get their hands on normal coke or weed so they used to break in here when Bill owned the place and steal the chemicals to get high.

Idiots!

I'm still learning how to embalm, so I always have someone come in and help me out when it needs to be done. I never liked school or paid any attention to that boring shit but the moment I worked with Bill, suddenly I couldn't absorb enough information. I set all the chemicals we will need out. Sally will be done first then Connor, Jack will be last as he has no family and no one to pay for my services. Unlike other funeral homes, I don't treat him differently. I cover the costs and give them the funeral they deserve.

I give back to the dead because I couldn't save the living.