Page 71 of Claimed By the Alien Assassin
“You still smell like ion grease,” I murmur.
She grins. “Better than blood, huh?”
“Both smell like survival,” I say, and then I kiss her.
It starts slow. Reverent. A claiming and a surrender all at once. Her lips are warm and alive under mine, tongue teasing, tasting. My third eye pulses faintly, glowing soft crimson as our foreheads meet. I press her backward until she hits the cool bulkhead. Her hands slip under my armor, dragging it from my shoulders in practiced motions.
I help her. Piece by piece, I let it fall away. My scales, dark silver and red-striped, catch the stormlight as I lift her effortlessly up onto the crate she’d leaned against. Her thighs part, inviting. I settle between them, feeling her heat through the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear.
“I can smell how wet you are already,” I murmur, letting a claw trail up her inner thigh.
Josie shivers. “Then stop teasing andtouch me.”
I slide two fingers beneath the fabric, spreading her folds. Her pussy is slick and hot, clit swollen and begging. She moans the second I touch it—short, high-pitched, almost angry with need.
“Right here?” I murmur, circling slowly. “Where you want me?”
“Gods—Dayn—yes. Yes,there?—”
I kneel.
The steel floor is cold beneath my knees, but her heat pulls me in. I press my tongue to her pussy, licking broad and slow, savoring every twitch and cry she gives me. My tongue—longer than a human’s—flicks her clit as my fingers slide inside her, thick and deliberate. She clenches around me, head thrown back against the crate.
“Fuck, your mouth—yourtongue—I forgot how good?—”
“You didn’t forget,” I say, pulling back just long enough to meet her eyes. “Youachefor it.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she cries out again as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her pussy throbs. Her orgasm builds fast and hard.
“I’m gonna come—I’m—fuck?—”
She does, shaking, panting, eyes wide and wet. Her thighs tremble against my jaw. I stay there until she’s gasping for breath, pussy soaked and twitching around my fingers.
When I rise, her eyes flick to my cock. Her lips part.
I’m already hard. My cock is thick, flushed dark and ridged, a gleam of precome beading at the head. It pulses in time with my racing heart, the red tracer patterns on my body glowing brighter.
“Your turn,” she whispers, eyes hungry. “I want to feel all of you. Inside.”
I hook her thighs over my arms and pull her to the edge of the crate. She gasps as I drag the head of my cock through her folds, teasing, slicking it with her come.
When I push in, she moans like a litany. Her pussy stretches around me—tight, hot,perfect.
“Gods—Dayn—fuck, you’re—” Her words break off into breathless noise. “Sobig?—”
“You’ll take all of it,” I growl, sinking deeper. “Every inch. Everyridge.”
I thrust slowly, grinding against her clit with each motion. Her back arches. Her hands claw at the crate. Her nipples—dark and stiff—press against the vest still clinging half-off her shoulders.
She’sgorgeouslike this. Wild. Real.Mine.
I pick her up again, not pulling out. Just standing, holding her weight as I thrust upward. She gasps into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Harder,” she begs. “Don’t hold back. Justfuck me.”
I do.
I slam her against the bulkhead and fuck her deep, each thrust timed with the thunder outside. The sounds—wet slaps, her breathy moans, my growls—echo off the metal walls like holy noise. Her pussy tightens again, drawing me deeper, her second climax rising fast.
