Page 56 of Salvaged By the Alien Pirate

And then, with a beat of my wings, I lift us both from the deck, my body still joined with hers as we soar upward once more. Hercry of surprise turns into a moan of pure ecstasy as I begin to move within her, each thrust timed to the beat of my wings.

We spiral through the air, our bodies joined as one, the sensation of flight amplifying every touch, every kiss. Neon clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets each thrust with eager desperation. The connection between us pulses with shared pleasure, each sensation echoing through both of us, building higher and higher.

I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing around me as she nears the peak. With a final, powerful beat of my wings, I drive us both over the edge, her cry of release echoing through the hangar as my own climax rips through me.

For a moment, we hang suspended in the air, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we come down from the heights of ecstasy. Then, gently, I bring us back to the deck, my wings wrapping around us both as I cradle her against my chest.

“That,” she grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “was almost as good as hacking the STI mainframe. Almost.”

I chuckle, a low rumble that vibrates through both of us. “Almost? Well, my cheeky little hacker, I think my cock would beg to differ. It’s ready to show you just how much more it can offer.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with a mix of love and primal desire. Neon looks up at me, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the starry glass dome around us. The air is cool, but her body radiates warmth, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice barely a whisper as I trace the line of her jaw with my fingertips. Her skin is soft, inviting, and I can feel the hum of our bond pulsing beneath the surface, a constant reminder of our connection.

She reaches up, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me down into a deeper kiss. Our lips meet, and it’s like the universealigns, every star and planet falling into perfect harmony. Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and heat that sends electricity coursing through my veins.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matches the burning in my eyes. Her hands roam over my chest, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through me. I can feel her desire, her need, mirroring my own. Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck, my fangs grazing her skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest. I move lower, my wings unfurling to create a cocoon of privacy around us.

“Cirdox,” she whispers, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

“Tell me what you need, little hacker,” I growl, my voice rough with desire as I meet her gaze. The sight of her beneath me, eyes dark with passion, makes my markings pulse brighter. In that moment, I know she’s mine, completely and irrevocably.

I continue to stroke her with my fingers, feeling her wetness and the way her body responds to my touch. Her breath hitches as I bring her closer to the edge, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. As she nears the peak, I rise up, positioning myself at her entrance. Her eyes meet mine, filled with a desire so intense it takes my breath away. I enter her slowly, savoring the feeling of her body yielding to mine, the sensation of our souls entwining.

Her breath catches as I fill her completely, her inner muscles clenching around me. The bond between us flares brighter, amplifying every sensation. I begin to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Her nails dig into my back, urging me deeper, harder.

“Cirdox,” she gasps, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

“Yes, my fierce one,” I purr against her throat, my wings mantling with possessive need. “Let me feel you come apart for me.” I can feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter. I increase my pace, driving us both toward the inevitable climax.

Her body arches against mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Neon,” I growl, my voice low and possessive. “Come for me, little hacker. Let me feel you.”

As we climb higher, I lean down, my fangs finding the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder. The bite is sharp, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, sending us both spiraling over the edge. With a cry, she reaches her peak, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her. The sensation sends me over the edge, my own release exploding within her.

I collapse on top of her, my wings enfolding us in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Her heart beats against mine, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. “You are my heart, Neon,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. “My soul, my sanctuary. You are the stars that guide me through the darkest void, the flame that burns away all doubt. You are mine, completely and eternally.”

Later, back in my quarters, I watch Neon curled in my wing’s embrace as she accesses data through her neural implants. The intimate glow of her tech meshes perfectly with my tribal markings, creating an ethereal dance of light and shadow across the walls. She’s pulled on one of my shirts, the fabric draping off one shoulder to reveal some of my claiming marks. The sight stirs possessive pride, but it’s her fierce concentration that truly captivates me—the way her brilliant mind works in perfect harmony with her enhanced systems, processing data streams with an efficiency that matches my centuries of tactical experience.

“K’vex’s communications are too clean,” she murmurs, eyes distant as she navigates virtual pathways invisible to others. Her fingers tap against my chest absently, unconsciously seeking connection even while deep in her work. Through our bond, I feel the sharp edges of her suspicion. “Every transmission perfectly formatted, routed through exactly the right channels. It’s like she’s following a manual on how to avoid detection.”

I run my fingers through her hair, savoring how she unconsciously leans into my touch while maintaining her focus. Our bond hums with shared purpose—her technical brilliance complementing my strategic insight in ways that make us formidable together. “Almost as if someone gave her that manual?” The implications are troubling. K’vex’s recent behavior, combined with her suspicious questions about security protocols, paints an increasingly damning picture.

“Exactly.” Neon’s neural implants pulse faster as she dives deeper into the encryption, her mind moving with the same predatory grace I bring to combat. “Normal communications have irregularities, personal quirks. These are too perfect.” She projects a holographic timeline into the air between us, her fingers dancing through the data with practiced precision. “And look at the timing... Each transmission coincides perfectly with Eclipse movements in the outer sectors.”

I study the pattern, centuries of tactical experience merging with her technical analysis. Where she sees code anomalies, I recognize battle formations. Where I spot strategic weaknesses, she finds system vulnerabilities. Together, we build a complete picture that neither could fully grasp alone. “She’s feeding them our positions. Using Brotherhood patrols as cover to coordinate attacks.” My wings curl tighter around Neon as anger rises. “How many of our people has she betrayed?”

“Too many.” Neon’s voice carries that dangerous edge I’ve come to recognize—the same tone I use when preparing forbattle. Her fingers trace one of my tribal markings absently, our bond thrumming with shared determination. “But we can’t move against her directly. Not yet.” She looks up at me, her enhanced eyes meeting mine with perfect understanding. “We need proof that will stand up to Brotherhood scrutiny. And we need to know who else is involved.”

I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm, feeling how our strengths align like perfectly calibrated weapons. “You have a plan.”

Her answering smile is sharp as a blade, matching my own predatory instincts. “McCoy’s been tracking financial irregularities through the diplomatic corps. If we can link those to K’vex’s transmissions...” She activates her comm with a thought, her neural commands as precise as my wing strikes in combat. McCoy’s hologram materializes beside the bed.

The officer takes in our intimate position with professional detachment. “I take it you’ve found something?”

“Sending you the encryption patterns now,” Neon confirms, her fingers moving through virtual interfaces while I provide tactical context through our bond. “Cross-reference them with Ta’vag’s financial data. Look for any matches in timing or routing protocols.”

McCoy nods, her stern features tight with concentration. “I’ll have my team start immediately. Ta’vag has already positioned diplomatic resources to provide cover if needed.”

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