Page 108 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
But the swish of his scan-gloves across sheet metal speaks louder than words.
Night falls quietly, tinted blue by distant starlight. I retreat to the observation bay—our little window to infinity. I curl wrists around a mug of herbal tea, steam swirling upward like ghostly trails.
Dayn slides in beside me, setting his own mug down and dipping into mine. We sip together, the silence warm and easy.
He breaks it: “This... is good.”
I rest my head on his shoulder. “It could get busier.”
“More chaos.”
I tuck my toes into his shin. “Yep.”
He chuckles. “You ever want a normal life?”
I lift my chin. “And miss all this?” I sweep my arm out at the stars. “No way. I didn’t build this to hang it up.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Me neither.”
We don’t need words to say we’re together.
Somewhere in the night, a new alert scrolls across the console: a distress beacon beyond Vortaxian space—ghost colony, unregistered, off-grid. I sit up, cold flush across my skin.
Dayn lifts his head. “Trouble calling?”
I tap the screen. “And I think it’s looking for us.”
He reaches for me. “Always.”
I touch his cheek. “Always.”
The galaxy is still twisted, dark, precarious. But now, we have a ship, a home, and a promise.
I kiss him, sweet and fierce, our hands knotting together with intent.
The console hums beneath us. Our futures, uncharted and chaotic, shine across the dark.
And together, we’ll meet them all.
Dayn shifts beneath me, the movement slow, fluid, predatory. The fine dark silver scales along his chest ripple as his muscles tense. My hand is still pressed to his heart, feeling its three-beat cadence beneath the warm plates of his skin. The red tracer lines across his torso pulse faintly, responding to touch—Shorcu bioluminescence that glows soft and rhythmic when arousal builds. I’ve learned him like a map, but every flicker still feels like a discovery.
He leans up and kisses me again, mouth parting mine with a slow hunger. “You’re not just chaos,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and ragged. “You’regravity.”
“Then fall,” I whisper.
He growls—deep and soft, the sound vibrating through his chest where it touches mine—and grabs me by the thighs, flipping me onto my back against the chaise’s narrow edge. The leather squeaks faintly beneath us, the hum of the engines a pulsing backdrop like a heartbeat through steel.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.
I reach for him—hungry, shameless—and drag my nails down the ridges of his sides. “I want you toruinme. I want to feel every part of you tomorrow when I sit at the captain’s table pretending nothing happened.”
His mouth curves. “You’ll be leaking my come while giving mission orders. Good.”
Dayn lowers himself onto me, the heat of his body pressing flush with mine. His cock, thick and heavy and ridged with that alien texture that drives me feral, rests hot against myinner thigh. The head teases my pussy lips, slicking through the wetness already pooling there.
“Fuck, Josie…” he groans. “You’re already soaking for me.”
“You’re the reason.” I pant, squirming. “Nowgive it to me.”
