Captured By The Dragon
Episode 19

Patara

I threw the phone away from me as if that would separate me from what I was doing. My wide eyes locked on him as he stomped across the small space and grabbed the little phone off the floor.

Flames erupted from his hands as he turned the small thing to dust right in front of my eyes.

“I—“

Dylan’s murderous eyes silenced me. The blue had faded into pure black as he took a step towards me.

“What the f**k were you just doing?” He asked again, but I knew he didn’t expect an answer from me. At least not an honest one.

He crossed the room in a blink and hauled me off the floor. I winced from his tight grip, but he didn’t even bother to loosen it.

“You were trying to call for help, weren’t you?” He hissed in my face. Tears dripped from my eyes, but I couldn’t say a thing. “What don’t you understand? You made me a promise to stay at my side. You belong to me.”

I trembled in his hold. His face was barely an inch from my own and I wanted to cower away from him, but he wouldn’t let me.

“I tried to be patient with you. I tried to let you adjust and I hoped you would come around on your own, but now I see that won’t happen.”

“W—what are you going to do to me?” I whimpered.

“I think enough time has passed. It’s time you get the dragon brand.”

“What—“

He yanked me out of the room before I could say anything more. He brought me to the bed and threw me on top. With one rip, he tore away my sweater and left me in my bra—completely exposed to his eyes.

His dark eyes were focused on my shoulder more than anything. Dylan flicked his finger and a flame formed. I thrashed beneath his hold as he brought it down to my skin.

“Wait!” I screamed, but it was too late. He leaned over me and seared my skin—leaving me screaming until he finished.

When he finished, he pulled off me but my body was exhausted from how much I fought. It made me realize how weak I was compared to him. Nothing I did got him off me. Now a small dragon was burned onto my skin for eternity.

“There,” He breathed, gazing down at the mark with a bit of admiration. His fingers trailed over my skin slowly, I shivered. “This mark claims you as mine. It means you are my one and only, and I am yours.”

My head started to spin. I felt a little fuzzy as he looked at me. My body rolled through a heat while he stared at me with those dark eyes. Slowly, I started to sit up. His words barely processed in my mind. My entire body from head to toe tingled in a strange way.

“You might start to feel… different for a short time.” He said almost gently as if he was trying to lure me to him. I wanted—I wanted to go to him suddenly. I wanted to feel his skin and caress his face.

Most of all, I wanted him to touch me.

Why would I want that? I shouldn’t want that.

“What’s happening to me?” I whispered.

“It’s your desire.” He said simply. “The mark enhances your desire… think of it as a dog in heat.”

I clenched my thighs together at his words. Everything tingled, everything made me hot and I had to fight my hands to stay down and not reach for him.

Dylan smirked down at me and I knew that I looked like a fool to him.

“H—how do I make it stop?” I begged. I felt like I had to rub myself between my legs, but I would never do that in front of him. I needed relief—I wanted relief so bad.

Dylan placed each hand on the side of my body and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I could make you feel better, if you only ask.”

No! I couldn’t ask for that. I couldn’t… I couldn’t do that. But I wanted to—I wanted him so desperately to make me feel better and for the feeling to go away. I wanted relief before I started to rub myself against the bed—but with him?

“I—“

“What was that?” He asked. His breath caressed my warm skin and I only wanted to lean against him. “Tell me.”

He didn’t touch me on purpose. Normally he would have started kissing me by now, but he did this on purpose. He wanted me to beg for him.

“I…” I felt as if I was going to explode. My clothes were starting to feel like I needed them off and I needed him on me instead. I wanted to k**s him, my mouth hung from his own and all I needed was to push forward and I would have what I desired.

Nothing felt better than when I gripped his shirt and pulled him against me. I tasted his smile as he fell on me and released me of my sweaty clothes. I pulled at his own until he obeyed and pulled them off his body.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He whispered against my mouth. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was excited—I could hear it in his voice and feel it against my leg.

Half of me was terrified and screamed at me to stop this. I clearly wasn’t in my right mind—this wasn’t right. The brand burned on my skin and made that side grow dim as I claimed the desire that rocked through me and refused to answer to the shy side of me that would surely regret this until I died.

“Yes.” I said breathlessly when he pressed his warm skin against me. Every inch of me was covered by him and I wanted to melt into the feeling and never forget it. All my sense of mind was gone, all I wanted was him.

Dylan grinned down at me. I could see his blue eyes flash in the dim room. He rubbed me between my legs and I let out a m**n loud enough to wake the neighbors if he had any.

My h**s rocked up against his hand as if they were desperate for more.

“Dylan!” I g*****d.

“That’s my girl.” He said hungrily. He rubbed me a little harder before he stuck one of his fingers inside me. Just from his face alone I could see that he was holding back, but that wall looked as if it was close to breaking.

“It’ll be fine.” He whispered. I didn’t know what he meant until he pushed his d**k inside me.

It hurt for a blinding moment. He moved slowly, gently as he kissed my face. My nails cut deep into his back when I felt him push all the way inside. He stayed there for a long moment and allowed me to get used to the feeling.

“Okay?” He asked in a whisper against my skin. I closed my eyes and nodded.

Slowly, he pulled out and waited a beat before he pushed back inside. His g***n filled my ears and left me feeling breathless as the pain faded away from me. All I could feel was the desire that overrode all of my senses, even the pain.

I moved my fingers through his hair and opened my eyes to see his blue ones watching me closely. I leaned up to k**s him–as if to tell him that I was okay.

His rhythm picked up at my k**s, I could feel his body tremble against my skin. Every inch of him pressed against me and molded our bodies as one.

“F**k…” He g*****d against my lips. My h**s moved up against his and sent him deeper inside me. I gasped from the feeling and almost rolled my eyes back into my head.

“Dylan…” I g*****d.

When our eyes met, it was like a fire was unleashed inside him. He gripped my h**s with his rough hands and kissed my neck until he found my most sensitive spot. “Oh!” I gasped.

Dylan picked up his pace and sent me deeper into the sheets with every thrust. I could feel him holding back, especially when a few of his thrusts turned rougher than the last. Sweat dripped from his forehead and I wondered if it was from his restraint.

I… I didn’t expect it to feel so good. A strange warmth filled my lower stomach and made me want to scream for him to go faster. My h**s started moving up against his own to match his movements–oh.

“Patara…” He m****d. “I can’t…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence without another g***n that made me tingle all the way down to my toes. My lips parted when I felt my ecstasy hit the roof and made my entire body tremble as I screamed out his name.

Dylan watched me with a satisfied smirk. I didn’t know what just happened to me, but he seemed pleased that it did. His movements turned a little faster when I was done. He pushed in and out of me with a roughness and desperation that still had a hold on him.

It didn’t take long before my name was screamed from his own lips and I felt a warmth fill between my legs.

Our heavy breaths echoed off the walls as he collapsed on top of me. A moment later, he brought us under the covers and held me close against his chest. I curled into him, as close as I could get even though I knew deep down I shouldn’t be. But–I wanted this.

I knew by morning that this feeling would be replaced with regret and shame.