“Thank you,” she said, smiling as it escorted her to the bathroom. When her fingers clutched the doorknob, it sat back.
“I'll be right out,” she told it before she closed the door and showered.
Clara grabbed a wet towel and soaped up her body, making sure to be careful around the incisions. Faint scars remained from her past but no new ones would form. Even now where her skin was pink, the cuts that had opened her up were almost invisible. When they healed, they would only be a memory.
Those would’ve been scars she wouldn’t be embarrassed about, like a tattoo commemorating her rebirth onto a new path. She frowned at the thought and looked down at herself, at all of her curves, and wondered if a man like Reid could ever find her attractive. She wasn't toned or slender like many of the women that she usually encountered outside the facility.
Growing up, Clara refused to take the body enhancements that regulated the human system. She liked the body she was in, even if others found it odd that she did. It was hers and hers alone.
Santino had tried to take that from her, thoroughly and invasively. Even now she fought every single day to regain what he had robbed from her.
Clara curled her hands over the basin and squeezed the metal, squeezing the hollow pain of her past out with it. Looking at her reflection only reminded her of the features that had caught Santino’s notice all those years ago.
I’d been born with pretty eyes and soft innocence.She never saw that innocence but her ex liked to make a big deal out of it whenever he felt like taking it away. And he took it all away.
Back in the foster care system, Santino had burst into her life like a bomb, and she had no protection against such weapons. Clara had caught his notice on the street one day, and he drew her in like a starving kid seeking affection, literally. He shaped her into his little shadow and she grew addicted to the security he gave her... and his twisted control.
Even now she craved it, in the deepest parts of her soul, she was attracted to the dominance he had over her. But Santino’s image filled her with disgust, and whenever she fantasized about losing control, the pain returned to her scars. Where he stabbed the life straight out of her.
She dropped the washcloth into the basin and watched the soapy water get sucked down into the drain.
You don't own me now. She looked at the incision and the straight line it made through several of her scars. Reid gave back some of what Santino had stolen. Her heart thumped.
Clara wouldn't admit that she wanted the doctor, nor acknowledge the thoughts that kept inserting themselves in her head about their situation. Cyborg breeding facility. Breed with a Cyborg? Interesting.Interested.Stop! That line of thought was enough to summon dozens of scenarios, and each of them ended with her naked and Reid sliding deep inside her.
She squeezed her legs together and tried to deny her arousal.
I always fall for the wrong men. And even the right ones end up being wrong.Clara tried not to think about her ex-fiancé.
She spread a towel on the floor, sat on it and spread her legs, telling herself the entire time that it was simply pent up sexual frustration. That having an orgasm would clear her head and solve all of her problems.
She ran her fingers through her sex, already silken and slippery. The small thatch of curls that she maintained at the apex of her groin was still damp from bathing. It only served to heighten the sensation and the pressure between her thighs. Clara lay back and found her clit, thrumming it with her thumb as her fingers moved in sync inside her.
The sensations grew, but so did the frustration. She thought abouthimand the heat of his hand on her torso, his long, precise fingers that had made her whole.
She imagined lying on the medical pod with her legs spread and his fingers sliding into her, where one moment he was professional, and the next he was probing her, playing at being a doctor. Forcing her to submit to him and no one else. Dark light and piercing eyes filled her head.
Clara pressed her fingers deeper in and found the sensitive wrinkle; a hungry moan left her lips.
Her orgasm came out of nowhere and her body shook, feeling every shockwave zing her nerves. She thrust her hips into the air and twitched against each pulse. Her head shook from side to side as the sensations took over. Her hand was soaked, her legs were wet, and the perfume of her arousal and sweat hit her nose. It was fast and perfect and just how she liked it.
As she came down from the high... there were only two things left on her mind.
One, that she would have to bathe herself again, and two, she didn't want artificial sperm in her.
She wanted Reid’s.
***
REID PANTED ON THEother side of the door.
He heard and smelled everything and it drove him into a rut.
He barely contained his canine form as he walked back and forth across the room, listening to her shaking breath and smelling the ascending arousal. He couldn't feel sexual desire while he was fully shifted and he thanked the nano gods for that, because just knowing what was happening was killing his control.
I really want to fuck her.
What happened before her surgery was one thing—a lesser thing than what was happening now. If Clara was his and he was a man... Reid shook his head. He would be with her in that room now, pressing her into the ground and taking her pleasure for his own. His jaw slackened, revealing his sharp metal teeth as he tasted the air.
