Page 47 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
She laughs—barely more than a breath. “That’s why I need you.” She shifts so I can look into her eyes. “You’ve got more than claws, Dayn. You’ve got heart. And every scar means something.”
My heart stutters. The raw sincerity in her wrecks me—with love so fierce I tremble across old wounds.
“But unity?” I whisper. “How?”
She smiles and pushes up to sit across me. Moonlight glints off her hair, rim-light on her jaw. “We start with a rally. Not a raid. Not a covert strike. A speech. In the square—here”—she taps my chest—“we invite everyone. We show them we’ve got their backs—as well as what we’re risking.”
My breath hitches. Crowd in the square. No shadows. No safe. “You’d do that?”
She tilts her head. “For you. For all of us.” She reaches to clasp my hands. “I want people to knowwhywe fight. To know there’s a face behind the weapons. To look at Dayn and realize he’s not a monster. He’sme.He’sus.And he’s ours.”
A pounding thrum builds in my chest. I press her hand to my lips. “You make me believe.”
She trembles, eyes soft. “Then let’s do it together.” She stands and offers me her hand. “Tomorrow.”
I take her hand—calloused and warm. I stand with her and know thisishow the revolution becomes real. When fear steps back and unity steps forward.
She leans into my chest, voice soft as a vow. “You’re not alone.”
I pull her close, bury my face in her hair. The scent of determination and sleep floods me. “Neither areyou.”
For a long moment, we stand there—two hearts forged of blood and hope, tangled in our shared conviction. The distant hum of the station sleeps around us. But within this moment—this silence—it feels as if the universe holds its breath.
“Lock it,” she whispers.
I do—one large claw pressing the panel with a hiss of hydraulics—and turn to her just as she’s pulling off her shirt. The skin beneath is flushed from our earlier closeness, her dark nipples already tight with anticipation. Her curves are framed in dim blue light, and for a moment I don’t move. I justlook.
“You make me forget to be careful,” I murmur, stepping forward. My voice is low, ragged. “Make me forget what I am.”
Her fingers run across my chest, just beneath the heavy red insignia burned into my scale. “You’re Dayn,” she says. “You’re mine.”
That word—mine—unlocks something deep in me.
I lift her without effort. She lets out a startled gasp as her legs wrap around my waist, her back hitting the nearest wall. Her hands tangle in the back of my neck, fingers brushing along the ridges of my spine, and I growl as the contact sends a spike of heat through me.
“You’re light in my arms,” I say, one clawed hand bracing her thigh, the other roaming over her hip. “Small. Fragile. But fierce.”
“Then handle me like I’m not,” she whispers, challenging.
Oh,little spark. You don’t know what you’re asking.
I carry her across the room and toss her onto the narrow sleeping pad like a doll, watching her bounce, hair fanned out around her face, eyes wide and waiting.
She smiles. “Still afraid to burn?”
“No,” I growl, dropping to my knees between hers. “Now I’m afraid I won’t stop.”
I yank her pants down in one swift motion, tearing the fabric along one seam. She gasps, half in surprise, half in arousal. Her pussy is already slick—glinting in the half-light—and the scent hits me like a drug. Her legs part instinctively, offering.
“Good girl,” I rasp. “Hold them open.”
She does, trembling slightly as I lean forward. My tongue is longer than hers, hotter. I drag it up the seam of her pussy, savoring the way she moans, her hips lifting against my mouth. When I reach her clit, I flick the tip of my tongue in a tight circle—slow, then faster. Her back arches. Her thighs tremble.
“Oh—fuck—Dayn?—”
I growl into her, the vibrations making her sob with pleasure. My claws dig into her thighs, just enough pressure to mark, not enough to break. Her pussy pulses against my mouth, and when I slide a finger inside—clawed tip curved just right—she cries out, loud and unrestrained.
“That’s it,” I say between licks. “Come for me. I want to feel it.”
