Page 5 of Stripped to the Scales

Axlin

I should’ve expected the interruption. He was a Moony after all. With all the blood rushing toward my dick and my flight cheering me on, I hadn’t stopped to consider the fact I already knew Castor was the captain of the Medwin 2. He had to be. There was only one omega on that ship when it landed, and that omega was the captain.

“It’s not just his smell that’s feisty,”my dragon chuckled into my thoughts right as the door opened and Castor walked in with a sigh.

I was stuck unsure of what to say as he shut the door. They might be his dragons, but no snot-nosed hatchling was going to yell at him.

“Let me have it, mate,” I said instead of offering up my thoughts first.

“I can handle them. Sunny is the second born child of the Moonscale Flight. He has the attitude that much privilege brings. He’s working on it. At least, his best friend is working on it.”

“So, they get special privileges back where you come from? The leaders?” I asked.

“I don’t want to talk about Earthside. I never liked politics because at the end of the day it wasn’t politics, it was the rights of people and their hungry bellies. I like the point system here for food better. Everyone eats and you can barter for just about everything else.”

“Was he a problem on the ship?” I asked.

“No,” Castor shook his head. “He’s protective. They’re all sort of protective. I just don’t put up with them acting on it. I like to think they have my back because I’m their captain.”

“I think you could just about kick my ass if we fought,” I said, raking my eyes up and down him. “I’m always working out, but you have that look about you that you’d devour someone in the pit.”

He opened his mouth and shut it again.

“The pit?” Castor asked, running his fingers through his brown hair.

“Oh! Shit! You haven’t been to 2, have you?”

“Haven’t been anywhere outside of town yet. There’s been a lot to do,” Castor sighed.

“On Starscale 2 there’s this arena where anyone can sign up for a random fight. There really isn’t a reward. Just bragging rights for those who enjoy that sort of thing.”

“Do you?” he asked me.

“I’ve been to watch a few times. Not really my scene. I’m a stripper not a gladiator and I like it that way,” I shrugged. “Go ahead and give it to me about that too.”

“Sex work is work,” Castor said, and I blinked at him.

“I don’t sleep with people for money, mate,” I laughed. “If they jack off to the show that has nothing to do with me and more a kink of liking to have people around to watch them rub one out.”

“I don’t know that I’ll go to many shows,” Castor admitted, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to barge into your life and yell at you to put some clothes on at work. That would make me a hypocrite, but that brings me back to what I said earlier. Don’t threaten my dragons. Not today or tomorrow or ever. They’re not a threat to anything except my ego. They’re good guys and they’re good at their jobs too. They have my back. You saw that. Security and you assumed they were here to start troublebecause they’re from my birth flight and that’s shitty of all of you.”

“I assumed they were here to start shit over the ship’s omega.”

“What do you think we’re doing on my ship?” Castor asked, narrowing his eyes on me.

“I didn’t mean it like that. We would’ve heard if you were dating one or more of them. Sometimes fights start over omegas who other alphas want to protect. They did barrel roll right through security, mate.”

“To get to their captain. I’m telling you now. If it’s important they have every right to do that no matter where I am.”

I turned that piece of information around inside my head. It didn’t sound like a pleasant way to live. That was a hurdle that would take some getting used to.

“You have heard of boundaries before, right?” I asked him.

“That’s the boundary. If it’s important they come to me. If they have reason to believe I’m in danger they come to me. If I have reason to believe they’re in danger, I’ll go to them.”

I refrained from asking if they were the sort of dragons who understood what was really important enough to interrupt a mating moon.

“Tonight, I get. Though, why did you send out a distress signal to your flight?”

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