Captured By The Dragon
Episode 13

Patara

I slowly opened my eyes and for a blissful moment, I forgot where I was. For just a breath, I forgot that I wasn’t in my own bed back at home with my parents already wide awake in the kitchen. All of that was ripped away from me the moment I glanced around and saw darkness.

My aching headache had at least disappeared for the time being and I didn’t feel so hot anymore—but everything else about me felt weak. As if I had no strength at all.

I sat up with a small grunt and looked around. Since when did I change into a white nightgown? My cheeks heated at the thought of someone else doing it and I silently prayed that I had just forgotten that I did it myself.

The room was empty at least, it was the first time I had been alone in forever. I ran my fingers across the dark, silky sheets that made sense for a boy like Dylan. Everything in this gothic fairytale room made sense for him.

My body heated without my permission at the thought of him, at his soft touches and desperate k****s. Why did I let him k**s me and touch me like that? Why didn’t I want him to stop whenever he started? His lips were like a strange addition. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since I first felt them.

It was ridiculous, he wasn’t someone to fantasize about—he was someone I needed to escape. No matter how handsome.

My thoughts left me when I noticed how loud it was outside the room. Distant voices and shuffling that I couldn’t place. I closed my eyes tightly and pretended it was a bunch of police getting ready to break down the door and save me.

I quickly got up when I noticed the wide window near the bed and peered down to see a bunch of guards scattered around the house. They looked… different than humans in a way I couldn’t explain. Taller and moved more animalistic. Were they all supposed to be shifters? Or something else?

The voices and noises grew closer to my room. I could hear the sounds of drunken laughs from men and women as they ran down the hallways—what was going on? At least it didn’t sound like the women were in trouble—

Bang!

I flinched when the door of the room slammed open. My heart raced against my chest as I gripped the windowsill behind me. Dylan stood tall, dark snd lean against the doorframe. I could smell the alcohol on his breath even from where I was.

The side of his mouth pulled up in a dangerous smirk as he took in the sight of me. For a moment, I swore it was the devil himself that gazed across the room at me.

He took two steps in and closed the door behind him with his foot. My palms started to sweat with the look he wore on his face. As if he was trying to undress me where I stood.

My thighs clenched together as if to lock them before he had a chance to do anything. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side. My eyes widened at his naked chest. I didn’t expect him to have so many muscles, but he did. He looked as if he had ben carved from stone.

And I knew exactly what he wanted from me.

Dylan

Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking as much as I had. My thoughts pulled my feet to the beautiful girl that slept in my bed. If I had been in my right mind, I would have allowed her more space to process what happened rather than seek her out like a drunken fool.

The moment I opened the door, I swore I saw an angel. She stood at my window with a white nightgown, wild hair and wide eyes, but to me she looked saintly. And I was no saint.

Her long dark hair fell down her back, I curled my fists to keep myself from wanting to touch it. To touch her. She looked nothing of this world, and for some reason I wanted to close her in a box and keep her forever.

Her delicate face looked at me with a innocent curiosity of what I was, of who I was. If only she knew how truly dangerous this world was. Then perhaps she would try harder to leave.

I watched her bite her l*p as I neared her. Her eyes dipped down to my bare chest and I almost forgot I had even taken my shirt off. I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink.

My body went to her like a magnet. I wanted her more than I could explain, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything. I wanted to take her innocence in my hand and crush it until it was dust. I wanted to own every piece of her and carve my name across her skin so she knew who she belonged to.

She leaned back into the wall as I placed my hands on both sides of her head. Slowly, I inhaled her scent but it only made me shake with need.

She gasped as my body pressed against her. She closed her eyes and I wasn’t sure if she wanted to remember the moment, or be far from it.

“Open your eyes.” I whispered against her ear. She shivered at the feeling of my breath caressing her skin.

Her lips parted just slightly as she looked up at me. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew it was wrong. I knew it was too soon to push affection on her—but I needed another taste.

Patara angled her face up towards mine and I claimed her lips against my own. A small g***n escaped her mouth, right into mine and it almost made me completely undone.

I pressed her up against the wall and licked my tongue across her bottom l*p. The moment she parted them, I took advantage and rubbed my tongue against hers. A shiver shook through her body at the touch, I gripped her h**s and pressed them up against mine so she could feel how I truly felt about her.

Her small hands gripped my shoulders desperately. She didn’t fight back when I went for dominance of her mouth, she let me take control and I don’t know why that made me as weak as it did.

I finally pulled my mouth from hers and kissed her jaw, down to her neck. She gasped at my touch, I only wondered how she would feel with my head between her legs.

No—no. She wasn’t ready for that.

Suddenly, our passion was interrupted by the sound of a scream. Not any scream, a child’s scream.

Patara shoved me away from her with more strength than I expected, it sobered me instantly. “Cindy!” She cried and turned her wild eyes on me. “You bastard! You swore you were going to take care of her!”

“It’s not what you think—“

“She’s just a child!” Patara wiped the back of her mouth as if she was disgusted with herself. A spike of rage burned through me. “I’m taking her out of here, I will not let her suffer like this!”

Everything went fuzzy for a moment as Patara hurried to the door. She wanted to leave me? I’ll show her what happens to her if she did something like that.

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back against me. “I’ll show you what hell is.”