Page 49 of Salvaged By the Alien Pirate

The bond pulses between us, raw and demanding as I study his fevered form. His tribal markings blaze against bronze skin, their erratic rhythm betraying how close he is to collapse. My implants helpfully inform me his temperature is dangerously elevated, cellular degradation accelerating with each passing moment.

“Are you certain?” he asks, voice rough with need and fever. His wings shift restlessly, creating patterns of shadow that make my heart race. “Once we begin, there’s no going back. The bond will be permanent, unbreakable.”

Instead of answering, I lean forward and press my lips to one glowing marking on his chest. The contact sends electricity through us both, making my neural interface misfire spectacularly. His skin burns against my mouth, tribal patterns pulsing brighter at my touch.

“I choose you,” I whisper against his heated flesh. “I choose us.”

His hands tangle in my hair as I trail kisses along the burning lines of his markings. Each touch draws a rumbling growl from deep in his chest, the sound more predatory than human. When I reach his throat, I pause, suddenly uncertain.

“Show me,” I breathe, looking up to meet his fever-bright gaze. “Show me how to complete the bond.”

With aching gentleness, he guides my mouth to his throat. “Here,” he growls, indicating a spot where his pulse thunders beneath bronze skin. “Bite hard enough to draw blood. The exchange must be mutual for the bond to take.”

I trail kisses along his throat, feeling his pulse race beneath my lips. “And you? Where will you mark me?”

His wings curl tighter around us, creating a sanctuary of shadow and shared breath. “The junction of neck and shoulder,” he murmurs, clawed fingers ghosting over the spot. “Where everyone will see that you’re mine.”

His wings quiver at my touch, tribal markings pulsing brighter. “The joining of wing and flesh,” he growls, voice rough with need. “Most sensitive. Most intimate.” His eyes find mine, burning with possession. “Where only a true mate would dare to touch.”

I trace the spot with my tongue, feeling how the thin membrane trembles beneath my touch. Here, where bronze skin transitions to wing, the flesh is delicate enough for my human teeth. His markings flare crimson as I scrape my teeth experimentally against the spot.

“Yes,” he hisses, wings mantling with barely contained need. “Make me yours, little hacker.”

I hesitate only a moment before sinking my teeth into his flesh. The taste of copper floods my mouth, electric and alien. His wings snap wide as he growls, the sound vibrating through my entire body. Power floods my system—raw, primal energy that makes my implants surge.

Before I can respond, his eyes lock with mine, burning with renewed intensity. “Where?” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Where do you want my claim, little hacker?”

I rise from the bed slowly, holding his fevered gaze as my fingers find the fasteners of my tactical suit. “Watch me,” I murmur, letting the material part to reveal inch after inch of skin. His wings mantle with barely contained need as I shed each layer, tribal markings pulsing brighter with every new expanse of flesh exposed.

When the last piece falls away, his crimson eyes burn with possessive heat as they trail over my body. A low growl rumbles in his chest, primal and appreciative. “Beautiful,” he breathes, wings curling forward as if to cage me. “My fierce little hacker.”

I guide his hand to the sensitive hollow where my inner thigh meets my hip, that private place where the skin is delicate and untouched. The dim light of his quarters casts intimate shadowsacross our joined forms, his bronze skin almost luminous against my paler flesh. His fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns there, each touch sending electricity through my neural implants and making the muscles beneath quiver with anticipation.

“Here,” I whisper, vulnerability and desire making my voice rough. The spot feels almost sacred—a place no one else has ever touched with such reverence, where the skin is soft and sensitive enough that even his gentlest caress makes my breath catch. “Mark me where only you will ever see.” A wicked smile curves my lips as his clawed fingers map that intimate territory, learning how each subtle variation in pressure makes me gasp or shiver.

The junction is a canvas of pale skin—where strength meets softness, where the firm muscle of my thigh yields to the more delicate curve of my hip. The perfect spot for his mark, hidden from the world but impossible for me to forget.

His answering laugh is more growl than humor, but I feel his strength returning as his fingers tighten possessively on my skin. “Clever mate,” he purrs, nuzzling the chosen spot. “Already learning to play with fire.”

His fangs pierce flesh with exquisite precision, sending waves of pleasure-pain racing through my nervous system. The bond flares between us, burning away any remaining barriers. I feel his fever receding, replaced by something hotter, more demanding.

His wings create a living canopy around us as we complete the exchange, sharing breath and blood and destiny. When he finally releases my thigh, his tongue gentle as it seals the wounds, I feel the bond settle into place—an unbreakable connection humming with shared power and promise.

“Mine,” he growls, his markings now pulsing with healthy vigor instead of desperate fever. “My fierce little hacker.”

“Yours,” I agree, trailing my fingers along his newly strengthened markings, marveling at how they pulse with vitality rather than fever now. Each touch sends electricity through my neural implants, the bond between us humming with shared desire. “And you’re mine, my beautiful pirate.”

My enhanced vision catalogs every detail of him—the powerful lines of his body, the way his muscles ripple beneath bronze skin that radiates health instead of sickness. But it’s his eyes that capture me, burning with possessive love that makes my heart race. The bond lets me feel his desire, his joy, his fierce protectiveness wrapping around me like his wings.

I can’t help but stare in wonder at how perfectly he’s made for me, even in ways that mark him as gloriously alien. His arousal rises proud between us, thick and long, the head slightly flared and shaft adorned with intricate patterns that match his tribal markings. Like everything else about him, it’s a masterpiece of raw power and beauty that makes my breath catch.

“See something you like, little hacker?” he teases, though his voice roughens as my fingers trace those intimate patterns. The bond pulses between us, carrying echoes of shared pleasure that make us both gasp.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, leaning down to press reverent kisses along the glowing lines of his markings. “Every perfect, powerful inch of you drives me wild.” My lips trail lower, following the burning patterns that pulse beneath his bronze skin. His hands find my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as his breath catches.

“Look who’s talking,” he growls, though the words end in a gasp as my tongue traces one particularly sensitive marking. His wings quiver with barely contained need, creating patterns of shadow across my skin. “My fierce little hacker, who fights like a warrior and hacks like an artist.” His claws scrape gently against my scalp, making me shiver. “Everything about you calls to me.Your strength, your fire, the way you never back down from a challenge...”

“I want to taste you,” I murmur against his heated flesh, looking up to meet his intense gaze. “To know every part of you. To be yours, completely.” The last words come out rough with need, with the certainty of finally accepting what we both know is inevitable.

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