“Marsha?” He started by helping her stand.
“You know her? Is she okay?”
He nodded. “She’s safe.”
“Can you take me to her?” He kept his hand on the woman's arm as he helped her walk out of the room and through the house and into the passenger side of his flyer, where he leaned down and buckled her in.
“You need medical care.”
Her nostrils flared as she continued to wipe the tears off of her dirty cheeks. “You don't know what I need. For all I know you could be doing to Marsha what that man did to me.”
Reid stepped back and looked at the sky with a sigh as he tried to suppress his anger. The more he offered to help, the more she seemed to distrust him.
This is why I stay away from people. This is why I don't get involved.But then he remembered Clara's violet eyes and his cock stiffened. He remembered the way her arousal smelled as she brought herself to climax feet away from him.One fucking hour ago.
He looked back down at the girl in his passenger side seat. “I'll take you to her,” he relented.
She sniffled and rubbed her nose. Her eyes remained deadened, staring at her lap. “Thank you.”
“Were you raped?” The question startled her but she still didn't look at him.
The woman looked away from him but didn’t answer.
Reid gritted his teeth. “Stay here. I'll be right back.”
He turned on his heel and stalked back into the house until he stood before the scum trying to get himself off the floor. Before he blubbered out his next words, Reid pulled out his gun and shot him point-blank in the head.
***
HE FOUND CLARA SEVERALhours later wandering the halls of the facility. She didn't know it was him as he quietly padded up behind her. The cement floors muffled the sounds of his claws. The first thing that hit him was the smell of berries and then her deep, annoyed sighs.
The perfected scent of her arousal early that morning was gone. It brought him relief but it also brought him frustration.
Reid nuzzled her thigh with his snout, startling her, eliciting a drawn in breath, followed by a self-deprecating laugh as she turned and set her eyes on him.
“You.”
Yes me. Always me, Clara dear.Reid couldn't resist nuzzling her thigh again and stealing a chaste caress over her jeans. She reached out to run her hands over the smooth metal of his head.
“Where do you keep going off to?”
It was little moments like these that he loved. The companionship, the bubble he created that was only between him and the one other person that had his full attention. These moments were rare and never lasted long, but he savored them.
Clara reached out her hand and he moved forward to sniff it, unable to deny himself, freely reading her emotions. Her scent flooded him with happiness, excitement, anxiety, and a deep-seated contentment. But underneath it all, he smelled the same frustration he currently felt, the kind of frustration that could only be fixed with a good fuck.
She pulled away from him and glanced around. He sat back on his haunches, lazily watching her and happy to do so.
When her eyes met his again, he flashed his with dark light before he could stop himself.
“Do you know... where the doctor is? I don't know your tech...”
Her features swiftly muddled with puzzlement.
Oh, I know where he is...
She continued speaking while her fingers glided over her belly, “I healed faster than I thought was possible. Now I'm at a loss for what I’m supposed to be doing and I can't find him.”
His ears twitched, the plated metal shifting in his head. He stood and pushed his snout back into her leg before he traipsed forward. Reid looked back at her in hopes that Clara would follow. She did.
