Warriors of Phaeton: Dathrow (Bridal Pact)

by Leora Gonzales

  “It is strange but I will adjust,” Dathrow admitted, pushing her back and climbing over her. “I need to be inside you. It has been too long.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Before the words were fully out of her mouth, Dathrow moved into place.

  The large head nudged at her entrance as he settled over her. Bracing his hands beside her head, he lifted up to watch as the tip of cock entered her. Once it had breached her opening, he met her eyes. “This time may be hard and fast.”

  “I’m still waiting,” Pixie teased breathlessly, anxious to feel him filling her again.

  A sexy smile came over his face before he thrust hard into her body. The movement was so forceful he completely buried himself on his first stroke. Dathrow tilted his head back to the ceiling and rumbled loud and low. The vibration of his chest was so heavy Pixie could feel it tingling where their bodies were connected.

  Pixie’s hands moved to his hips to grip the muscles that flexed while he ground his pelvis against hers.

  “Sweet Jesus,” Pixie moaned out as she reached around to the ass that was clenching with his movements.

  Dathrow shifted until his weight was held on his knees and moved her hands away. Pixie glanced up at him in confusion for a moment, wondering why he didn’t want her touch. Her confusion did not last long.

  Holding her wrists in his hands, Dathrow placed them on the bed beside her head. He crouched over her body to trap her hands in a firm grip as he pistoned in and out of her.

  Pixie breathed heavily. The sensation of being filled so thoroughly was foreign to her pussy. It was not unpleasant but instead overwhelming. The rough pounding she was receiving was so primal it consumed her entire being.

  Dathrow grunted above her, his pelvis moving with fast and firm strokes. The grip on her wrists tightened, effectively pinning her down with his weight.

  Pixie tried thrusting her hips up into his movements but was unable to do anything more than take the hard fucking Dathrow was gifting her with. She turned her head and nipped at his wrists beside her head.

  “This okay?” Dathrow’s words came out stuttered on his harsh breaths as he continued his jarring thrusts.

  “Yesssss.” Hissing the answer seemed all she was able to do as he took that moment to grind his pelvic bone into her clit.

  The familiar tightening of her pussy, indicating she was close to coming, caused her to start panting. Pixie didn’t know what she was saying as she pleaded for him to keep going. Her sweat-slickened legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down into the cradle of her body as he moved back and forth.

  As if reaching the finish line on a marathon, Pixie felt her body sizzle in pleasure then explode in elation. As the now-familiar Dathrow-induced spasms started, she leaned up to lick and bite at whatever bit of flesh she could reach before arching back into the bed, the pleasure too strong to contain as she strained against the muscles locking in place. Ripples of satisfaction worked up and down his cock as her pussy fought to maintain its grip on him. Tossing her head from side to side, Pixie let out a low whimper. Holy fucking hell. It was as if she could feel every single individual drop of blood pumping along her veins.

  Dathrow’s movements halted after one final thrust. Rumbling loudly, he shouted his own orgasm to the ceiling as she felt the throb of him coming. As his body relaxed, he kept his weight off her and released his grip on her wrists, the skin reddened by the firm hold he’d maintained through the entire time.

  As he pulled out of her body, Pixie felt a warm gush of fluid follow his exit. She frowned without opening her eyes. Why was she so wet? Making a mental note to ask Dathrow about it when she had the energy to speak, Pixie focused on getting her breath back. Lethargy overcame her as she felt him move away to the bathroom. Their separation did not last long. Dathrow must have hurried back to her, because before she knew it, she was being pulled back into his warm, naked body.

  “Did I hurt you?” His voice was raw as if the shouts he’d given in to earlier had strained his throat.

  “Only in the best way,” Pixie mumbled as she pushed her sweaty hair back off her face and pulled his arm around her tighter. “Get some sleep.”

  Dathrow purred against her where he was pressed against her back. Curling his body around her, he kissed the top of her head before whispering, “I love you, sweet one.”

  “Ditto, big guy,” Pixie said with a yawn, already drifting off.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Pixie.”

  “Still sleeping. Go away,” Pixie muttered as she tried to roll away from the hand gently shaking her shoulder.

  “Pixie, I have to go.” Dathrow’s voice was amused as she batted him away.

  “Okay.” Pixie tried to roll back over, her body exhausted from the previous night’s workout.

  “Finch will be by later today to escort you to Poppy.”

  Pixie felt the bed shift as Dathrow stood up and started to walk away. Rolling back to face the direction were he’d been, she cracked one bleary eye. Crap, she’d forgotten to remove her makeup from the day before. Blinking to separate the lashes that felt as if they’d glued themselves together, Pixie stretched.

  “So, no day off?” Pixie asked as she took in his fully uniformed body.

  “Unfortunately not.” Dathrow ran his hand over his lightly bearded jaw. “A few of the senior councilors want to meet with the prisoner today so I will be acting as guard during those meetings.”

  “What time did you say that Finch will be by?” Pixie asked as she started to move off the mattress.

  “He will be by before the midday meal.” Dathrow walked over to stand before her. “You have time to sleep, sweet one. I just wanted to let you know that I was leaving.”

  “If I go back to sleep, it’ll just be harder for me to wake up later. I have to get used to a schedule again anyway.” Pixie waved her hand in the air, brushing away the suggestion.

  Dathrow tipped her chin back so she met his gaze. “I would like you well rested for this evening.”

  The implication of what he meant was clear as his eyes stared down into hers.

  “10-4.”

  “Sorry?” Dathrow’s voice was confused as he studied her with question clear in his eyes.

  “Sorry, it means ‘I understand’.” Standing up to give him a hug, Pixie breathed in the smell of leather from his tunic. “We are gonna have to work on your vocabulary.”

  “We do. For instance, what did you mean yesterday when you referred to ‘Hitler on a pogo stick’?”

  Pixie laughed at herself. She must have sounded like a crazy person.

  “Sorry, I say phrases sometimes instead of cussing. It’s a habit I got into when I started working with the public. I can’t go around screaming ‘fuck’ in a restaurant, now can I?”

  “I guess that would not be acceptable. However this man on a pogo stick is better?”

  Pixie shrugged her shoulders and admitted, “I never asked. I just knew that most people were distracted by what I said versus upset if I’d yelled out a curse word.”

  “Both you and Poppy use those words all the time. I do not understand why it is offensive…” Dathrow’s voice trailed off as he tried to understand what she was saying.

  “Not everyone cusses. It’s actually something that’s frowned upon in social situations. I guess we never really put much into words. They’re just a way to express yourself. Sometimes a good ‘fuck’ is needed to really drive home a statement, ya know?”

  “I do not know but I am sure that you will enlighten me,” Dathrow said in an amused voice.

  Pixie giggled against his chest. Squeezing him hard in her arms, she frowned for a moment. “You should get going or you’ll be late for your meetings.”

  “I know,” Dathrow said quietly, not letting her go. “I want to hold you in my arms for a few more moments before I leave.”

  “Same here.” Pixie laid her cheek flat against his tunic and savored the feeling of his firm chest underneath.

/>   “I will hopefully be home for the evening meal. Will you be going back to medical today?”

  “Maybe. Pops said something to Andi yesterday about needing lotion for her belly. Apparently the med center is supposed to get another shipment today.” Pixie let go of Dathrow before she decided to cling to him the rest of the day. She walked to the closet and pulled out a flowing cotton dress.

  “The security log has several shipments arriving the next few weeks.” Dathrow followed as she walked in to the bathroom where she started laying out her items for the day. “Did you make the list of items you wanted me to order? Now would be an ideal time to turn it in since we are receiving orders almost daily. It would be good to get into the queue early.”

  Pixie made sure she had everything ready for her shower as she thought for a moment. “Actually, that’s something that will keep me busy today with Pops. I can go over the list with her and see if she can find anything I forgot. She did mention though that we can also get stuff from the Pleasure Sector.”

  Dathrow crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “It would not be for a month or more if that is what you wish to do. We will not be within distance to shuttle there until we start heading back to the home planet. What were you wanting to order from them?”

  Pixie had been washing her face in the sink while he spoke to rid herself of the raccoon eyes she’d acquired overnight. Drying her face and wiping the traces of mascara from her face, she winked at him in the mirror. “Poppy mentioned an oil that she loves.”

  Dathrow blushed and straightened the neckline of his shirt. “I know which oil she speaks of.”

  “And how is that?” Pixie asked, enjoying the vision of Dathrow embarrassed.

  “Wheaton had me purchase it for him on my last trip there.” After the words left his mouth, a horrified look came over his face.

  “Don’t be scared.” Pixie giggled at his expression. “I already know where and how she got it. Remember what I said? As long as you are faithful now we’re together, we have no issues with what you did in the past. Poppy said you hadn’t even known we were matched at the time anyway. I’m not a complete bitch.”

  “How did I get so lucky?” Dathrow walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Staring at each other in the mirror, they grinned simultaneously.

  “I was thinking the same thing.” Pixie tapped his arm and moved her gaze to the door. “You really need to get going.”

  “I know.” Dathrow sighed loudly. “I will be back as soon as I am able.”

  Pixie stayed where she was instead of following behind him. If she walked him out then it would only delay his departure as they went through their goodbyes again. Waiting until she heard the door tone as he left, Pixie checked herself over in the mirror.

  Her body had a few dark spots that were bruised, mostly on her hips. Her nipples were also red and puffy from the attention they’d received the night before. Anticipating the feel of a hot shower on her sore muscles, Pixie quickly moved to the unit to enjoy the time she had to pamper herself.

  As the water cascaded over her hair and body, Pixie mentally went through her to-do list for the day.

  There seemed like so much she needed to accomplish and yet she’d had no idea how to go about it. What was she going to do for a job? The medical center was out as an option. Not only had that not really been her thing but with Andi assisting the docs, it was not needed. It wasn’t as if she could run a restaurant on the ship. From what she’d seen, even the common food area was minimal since there were no cooks or wait staff.

  One thing was certain. She was going to slowly go crazy if she didn’t find something to do.

  Rinsing her body and dressing, she let her mind wander over possible options. By the time she’d applied makeup and had her hair finished, she was still no further on her list of ideas. Maybe Poppy would be able to think of something to help her out.

  * * * * *

  “I have it!” Poppy’s excited voice startled Pixie out of her thoughts.

  “What do you have other than an insanely loud voice.” Pixie glared at her sister. “Can you not fucking yell directly into my ear?”

  “Sorry.” Poppy looked hangdog for a moment before sticking her tongue out at Pixie.

  “Are you going to tell me or wait until I die out of curiosity?”

  “Jesus, bish. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?” Poppy poked her bony finger into her sister’s side.

  Pixie yelped and wiggled further away from her sister. “Are your fingers fucking knives? I swear you may have punctured my kidney.”

  “Quit being a damn baby.” Poppy rolled her eyes at the dramatics and glanced over at Finch, who was sitting on the chair. “What?”

  “The two of you are more interesting than some of the vids that I have watched,” Finch admitted as he ate from his bowl of popcorn.

  Both women glanced at each other before laughing. “Is he using us for entertainment?” Pixie asked her sister.

  “I guess he is.” Poppy winked at her with the eye that was facing away from Finch. “Do you think he would keep watching if we got naked and started wrestling like we have before?”

  Pixie tried to keep the laughter out of voice as she replied, “I wouldn’t want to shock him.” Putting her hand over her mouth, she hoped it looked as if she were thinking instead of hiding the smile that was on her lips.

  “That happens?” Finch’s voice was slightly squeaky as he almost dropped the bowl of popcorn on his lap.

  The sisters couldn’t contain themselves any longer and started laughing. It wasn’t a pretty sight either. With Poppy gripping her belly as if the guffaws coming out of her mouth would pop out the baby, combined with Pixie’s face turning red as she snorted every so often, they were sure they frightened the poor man.

  Once Poppy could speak again, she wiped her eyes before saying, “No, you pervert. We were just fucking with you.”

  “Why would you do that?” Finch asked in a huffy voice. Reaching into the bowl, he grabbed a handful of kernels and shoved them into his mouth.

  “It was entertaining?” Pixie said the words in the form of a question.

  When Finch rolled his eyes at her, she couldn’t help but lean forward and pat his leg. “I’m sorry, Finch. It’s a bit boring and fucking with people is something Pops and I do all the time.”

  “I am beginning to realize that,” he said dryly.

  “What was I saying…” Poppy’s voice trailed off as she made a funny “thinking” face. “Oh yeah!” she yelled.

  “Pops, what did we just say about yelling?” Pixie glared at her sister while she rubbed her offended ear.

  “Sorry, I remembered what I was going to say earlier and got excited. I swear that I forget everything lately. I always thought baby brain was something that people made up. It’s totally not. I can’t remember shit nowadays.”

  “Poppy.” Pixie said her name sternly, gaining her attention once again. When Poppy stared at her with a disgruntled expression, Pixie gave her a look. “You might want to say what you remembered before you fucking forget it again.”

  “Oh yeah, sorry. I wanted to say that I thought of a job for you,” Poppy said proudly.

  “What?”

  “Well, you know Val is pregnant right?” At Pixie’s nod, Poppy continued, “She’s needing help figuring how to organize stuff for the new brides when they arrive.”

  “What kind of stuff?” Pixie was intrigued. Organization had always been her thing. That was one of the reasons why management had been her dream job. Keeping things in order came easily to her.

  “Well, for one they’ll have the same problem that you have. Finding jobs or activities to keep them busy. Also, maybe setting up some sort of support group for the brides so they don’t feel isolated on the ship. Things like that.”

  “Is she unable to do these duties herself?” Finch’s voice asked the question that Pixie had been thinking.

  “Her p
regnancy is making her really tired,” Poppy shared with the two of them. “And also, she’s having the same problem I am. She can’t concentrate to get things done other than her previous liaison stuff…now that she’s the ship liaison she really needs a system for organization or things will start getting lost in the shuffle.”

  “So she needs an assistant?” Pixie asked.

  “More than assistant, considering her level of exhaustion. She still has to be the one to sign the forms and go over the government paperwork and stuff but all the other stuff is overwhelming her right now. We talked about it a week ago and she knows there’s a lack of support for the brides once they arrive. You’re going through exactly what she wants to avoid, Pixie.”

  “You have a point. It would be nice to implement a time frame that the warrior is off work, for instance. A honeymoon period should be necessary for us to get to know each other. I can’t imagine coming to the ship and then having my ‘husband’ leave me for work.”

  “No shit,” Poppy said in a sarcastic voice. “It fucking sucked.”

  “I’m sorry, Pops. I didn’t mean to bring it up. I remember what you went through. The calls and emails we had… Let’s just say it will not only help the brides but also help the family the brides talk to. I felt helpless when I wasn’t able to be here for you while you were having a tough time. I know it was awful for you but it drove me crazy too. Imagine if it happens where someone calls home and speaks to an overprotective dad. That could cause all sorts of problems on Earth if someone starts complaining to the news that their sister or daughter is depressed and regrets her decision. There’s already a ton of protesters at the intake centers. It would cause even more, or worse yet, women wouldn’t want to volunteer.”

  “That is a good point,” Finch agreed.

  “So, I just need to talk to Val now.” Pixie felt relief at her statement. The weight of not knowing what to do with herself had been a worry that had been nagging at her. Not only would this give her something to occupy her time with but it seemed like a good fit. Organizing and creating a system to avoid brides going through the problems that both she and her sister had encountered would be fulfilling.