Chapter Five

Castor

I reached between our passion-warmed bodies and took Axlin's dick in my hand. He was rock hard again, pulsing against my palm. I kissed him harder, sweeping my tongue around his, determined to give just as good as I got. I squeezed him before leading him home into my body. He moaned into the kiss as the head of his cock pressed hard against my slick omegahole. His tip slid right in, aided by my slickness. My breath caught in my chest and for a minute I couldn't breathe as he gave one good thrust to send himself balls deep into me. I froze under him, my tongue still in his mouth as my head wrapped around all the tiny jigs my nerve endings performed. How long had it been? Longer than I'd been on the ship. A long time before that even. I was too busy with work and too busy keeping everyone off Casimir's case.

I let a little moan followed by a happy sigh whisper over my lips as my body adjusted to the new girthy fullness that was having Axlin's cock buried deep inside me. He kissed me slower, taking his time, and letting me regain some control over my senses. I wrapped my legs around him, so he had to stay close. I needed to touch every inch of him I could. Everything inside me demanded more of him. The magic tugged at me from every direction as I gave in to him. He thrusted, brushing against every nerve ending buried deep within my body. His scales were little built in ridges just for my pleasure. The kiss broke and I bit my lip. Axlin shook his head and kissed me again. I didn't need a mating link with the man I was full of to know what he wanted. He wanted to hear the pleasure he drew out of me dance over my lips. It was hard to let go. It was hard not to think about who might hear me cry out while I was under him. I'd been captain for too long. For one evening – one night – I needed just to be Castor again. Maybe just to belong to Axlin for now.

I clung to him as our bodies found their joint rhythm. I lost myself to him moving inside me and his soft mouth all over my throat and shoulders. Perhaps I'd have stayed lost forever if not for the sharp bite he laid upon my claiming gland.

"Damn it!" I growled, but the sting soon turned to pleasure. I didn't think to prepare him for what he might see of my family life. I didn't think to warn him that I'd always be the keeper of Casimir's secrets. I couldn't string the words together to explain any of it as my mate lapped at the clear magical fluid running from my claiming gland. Every alpha and omega had one – at least one - on their shoulder. The gland only activated when true-mates met and the clear magical fluid that filled it offered an insight into the other person's life. It was only hit and miss on what memories were shown, but usually it was enough to feel like you knew them a bit. Enough to feel like you weren't a maniac for loving a complete stranger, because that's what it was. It was love. It was love chosen in the Other World and preserved through lifetimes of searching for each other. That's what brought me and Axlin together. Sure, lust was there. Lust was always there. Everyone had their needs and lust was simple. It didn't require all the complex planning and emotional processing that love did.

When Axlin pulled away after lapping the last of the clear magical fluid he looked at me with big eyes. I tried hard not to think. He could probably hear my thoughts now. I'd ask him later what it showed him. For now, I just kissed him with everything I had before turning my attention to his claiming gland. I bit him hard, part nervousness and part eagerness. He growled and thrust hard, sending his throbbing cock deeper into my body. I moaned against his claiming gland as the clear magical fluid began to ooze into my mouth.

His memories lit up inside my head. My dragon roared with pleasure. With us all bound up together he could reach the dragon who lived inside of Axlin now. All his memories were in shades of purple from the sun that warmed the planets here. He was the only child of a pair of true-mates now retired to Starscale 3. He flew and he danced. Even as a teenager he danced. He was so in touch with his body – a perfect command of it – something most dragons had to work for. He had a few good friends and a lot of good acquaintances in the purple district. His memories alternated between dancing and flying through the skies. I saw myself through his eyes for a split second. The shock on my face when I walked into Sprinkles with Melon on my arm. He loved everything about me even then. It took so much self-control for him not to dive into the audience and claim me right there on the sticky floor. I might've let him, if I had caught a whiff of him at that moment.

With our vows exchanged, Axlin's pleasure rained down on me in torrents. He was almost out of his mind with passion from being buried deep inside my body. Our pleasure mingled as he pumped faster into me, sending me closer and closer to the edge with each hard thrust he gave me. I squeezed his cock with my body, offering resistance as we moved together. He growled in my ear. He was as close as I was and with our new mating link wide open we didn't need to speak a word about it. We knew it. We knew each other's pleasure just as we knew each other's souls. He came first, hard and fast, exploding warm sticky seed inside me. My body vibrated from the new warmth and that was what sent me over the edge. I was full of the proof of his passion and mine covered our chests and bellies. We were true-mates. This was my forever guy. I kissed him as his thrusts slowed and finally stopped when there wasn't another ounce of pleasure to be found between us.

Axlin rested with his head on my belly and his hand over the black star-shaped scale on my chest. Forever. That was the thought that lingered between us. The stripper and the captain together forever. Hell, I'd install a pole for him on the upper deck of the ship if that's what made him happy.

"I can't strip outside of the purple district, mate," he laughed as my thoughts trickled over to him on our mating link.

"Can you dance?"

"As long as I keep my pants on."

"What a shame. We're never going to leave the ship again because I'm not letting you put them back on," I laughed, running my fingers through his hair.