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She flexed her fingers on the right side of her body. “Amazing. No pain.” The metal was completely midnight black and beautiful, matching her other hand perfectly in size.

“I’m going to pass out now,” Cozen muttered, moving out of the room.

She didn’t pay him any mind, moving her arm around. Her elbow and fingers moved so perfectly. It was the best mechanical work that had been done.

“Just couldn’t wait to kick some ass, huh?” Abel beamed.

She nodded, smirking. Her left hand reached and with a few buttons on the shoulder, it changed to her skin color, tattoos covering it to her knuckles.

“I kind of liked how it was,” I mentioned, walking past her. I wanted to shower and get the smell of the creak and sweat off of me.

Her head turned, eyes following me. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” I said, moving out of the gym. I moved up the stairs to my room. I still hadn’t even finished drinking my coffee, leaving me a bit cranky.

Kier just pissed everyone, including me, off. Of course, I didn’t want Psalm to be alone or get hurt; that’s why I went after her.

But she didn’t need me. I wasn’t going to give her protection. Kier was right; the arm was dead weight, but it was the only thing making her feel human enough for love. She deserved it anyways.

I stripped my clothes in the bathroom, threw them into the hamper, and stepped into the shower. The water ran cold until it finally warmed up. I was used to cold water, per my father. So, it never bothered me.

My hand rubbed the dirt and grime from my body with soap. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and close.

Psalm…

I just knew it.

My finger brushed over the scars, waiting for her to come in and touch me, but she never did. Maybe it wasn’t her.

After, I stepped out of the shower, racking my fingers through my hair and wrapping a towel around me. I expected to see one of the guys waiting for me, but it was Psalm on the bed, waiting for me.

I lifted my chin. “Wrong room again?”

“Definitely not.” Smirking, she stood, moving to me. I looked down at her as her hands ran up my chest, right against the scars. Her right hand was back to the original design’s black titanium.

My cock stirred to life under her touch, and the need to touch her rushed through me. I reached around her waist, pulling her against me and bending to press my lips into hers.

Slowly, our mouths moved with each other.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I swallowed it. Her right hand touched my waist, but she hesitated to touch me.

Dropping a hold of my towel, I grabbed her mechanical fingers and pulled them against my skin. They were warm, like her body temperature. This one would have passed as her real arm.

My towel fell from my waist, and she pressed herself into me further. Need made my abs flex and cock jump. I reached down, grabbed hold of her thighs, and lifted her. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as I walked her to the bed. I sat on it, using my thighs to spread her legs so she was straddling me.

“I don’t like to dominate like my brother,” I whispered.

She pulled back, looking at me.

“I want you to have all the control and do whatever you want with me.”

Her brow cocked as she closed her mouth. That was a first for her. Hard, cold Briar wanted to be dominated. Mommy issues or whatever, I guess. Goofy and unserious Beckett loved to dominate. We were different about that.

“So… I’m in control?”

I nodded, swallowing. Don’t make me regret this, Psalm.

“Move up more,” she ordered, standing.