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I feel a surge of pride through our bond—pride in her abilities, her determination, her perfect balance of strength and grace. “Set the trap,” I tell her, wings mantling slightly as she stretches again. “We’ll be ready when she makes her move.”

After ending the transmission, I turn back to our allies. “Keep monitoring those financial trails,” I instruct McCoy. “And Ta’vag, maintain those diplomatic channels. We’ll need multiple vectors of proof to convince the council.”

They nod, their holograms fading as I rise to join my mate in our quarters. The hunt has begun, and K’vex won’t escape this time. Not with my fierce little hacker on her trail, combining technical brilliance with predatory instinct in ways that make my markings pulse with pride and desire.

Chapter 18

Cirdox

Istridethroughthecorridorsof the Void Reaver, my wings mantling with anticipation as I make my way to Neon’s quarters. The ship hums around me, its familiar rhythms a comforting backdrop to the primal need coursing through my veins. My mate has issued a challenge, and I intend to rise to the occasion. Her door slides open at my approach, revealing her standing in the center of the room, her tactical suit discarded in a heap at her feet. She’s clad only in a thin silk robe that does little to hide the curves beneath, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

“Took you long enough, Captain,” she purrs, her voice carrying that edge of defiance that never fails to stir my blood. But there’s something else there too—a vulnerability that speaks to her need for connection, for reassurance amidst the chaos of our current situation.

I growl softly, my wings spreading wide as I step into the room, the door sliding shut behind me with a soft hiss. “Youknow what happens to little hackers who tease dangerous pirates?”

Her smile is pure temptation. “Why don’t you show me?”

With a swiftness born of years of combat training, I cross the room, my wings wrapping around her as I pull her against me. Her breath catches, her hands coming up to grasp my shoulders as I claim her mouth in a searing kiss. She tastes of sweet defiance and pure feminine power, a combination that never fails to drive me wild.

When we finally break apart, both breathing hard, I rest my forehead against hers, my hands cupping her face. “You are mine, Neon,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. “And I am yours. Let me remind you what that means.”

Taking her hand, I lead her through the ship, our path taking us deeper into sections she’s never seen before. The corridors grow wider, the ceilings higher, until we stand before a massive set of doors that slide open at my command.

Neon’s gasp of wonder is music to my ears as she steps into the vast hangar, her eyes widening at the sight before us. The glass dome stretches overhead, revealing the infinite expanse of space beyond, stars gleaming like diamonds against the velvet black. Below, the deck is clear, a perfect stage for what I have in mind.

“Cirdox,” she breathes, her voice filled with awe. “This is... incredible.”

I turn to her, my wings spreading wide as I take her hands in mine. “This is where I come to remember why we fight,” I say softly. “The stars remind me that there’s always something worth fighting for. And now, you remind me of that every day.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she looks up at me, her fingers tightening around mine. “Show me,” she whispers. “Show me what it means to be yours.”

With a gentle tug, I pull her into my arms, my wings wrapping around us both as I claim her mouth once more. This kiss is slower, deeper, a promise of the connection we share. Her hands roam over my chest, tracing the patterns of my tribal markings, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I break the kiss only long enough to shed my own clothing, leaving me standing before her in nothing but the glow of my markings and the starlight filtering through the dome above. Her eyes roam over me, her gaze lingering on the evidence of my desire for her, before she reaches out to trace the length of me with delicate fingers.

A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I capture her wrist, bringing her hand to my mouth so I can press a kiss to her palm. “Not yet, little hacker,” I murmur against her skin. “First, let me show you what these wings are truly for.”

Before she can react, I scoop her into my arms, my wings beating strongly as I lift us both from the deck. Her gasp of surprise turns into a laugh of pure delight as we soar upward, the air rushing around us as I carry her higher, closer to the stars.

“Gods,” she gasps, clinging tighter as the vast expanse of space stretches endlessly around us. “I never knew flying could feel like this.”

I chuckle, my heart swelling with pride and love for this incredible woman in my arms. “And we’re just getting started.”

With a shift of my wings, I change our trajectory, sending us spiraling through the air in a dance that’s part flight, part courtship display. Neon’s laughter rings out, her eyes shining with joy and exhilaration as she clings to me, her trust in my strength absolute.

As we reach the apex of our flight, I pause, holding us suspended in the air beneath the starlit dome. Neon’s breath comes in quick gasps, her cheeks flushed with excitement anddesire. Slowly, I let us drift downward, my wings beating lazily as I bring us back toward the deck.

But this time, when our feet touch the ground, I don’t release her. Instead, I lay her gently on the cool metal, my body covering hers as I claim her mouth once more. She responds instantly, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me closer, her need matching my own.

I trail kisses down her throat, lingering over the claiming marks that bind us together. Each press of my lips to her skin sends a shiver through her, her body arching up to meet mine. I can feel the heat of her, the scent of her desire wrapping around me like a drug, urging me on.

My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and hollow, committing each to memory. She’s so soft, so delicate, yet so strong—a contradiction that never fails to captivate me. I want to learn every inch of her, to know her body as well as I know my own.

As I reach the juncture of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her with a wicked smile. “And now, little hacker,” I murmur, my voice rough with need, “let me show you what these wings can really do.”

With a swift movement, I spread my wings wide, using the powerful muscles of my back to lift her hips from the deck. She gasps, her eyes widening as she realizes what I intend. But there’s no fear in her gaze—only desire and trust.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. She’s ready for me, her body welcoming as I slide into her with a single, smooth thrust. Her cry of pleasure echoes through the hangar, her inner walls clenching around me as I fill her completely.

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