Captured By The Dragon
Episode 29

Patara

Dylan sat with me in the living room all night. He started a fire with only a flick of his flingers. He kept his distance across the couch throughout the night, but I still managed to move a little closer as each hour went on.

I held a steaming cup of something that tasted like hot chocolate—but looked blue in color. He lounged with his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and a bit of tiredness in his gaze. Neither of us had made a move towards the stairs to get the rest our bodies wanted.

“Who took care of you when your parents passed?” I asked with caution.

Dylan ran his long fingers through his dark hair to move it out of his eyes. He moved his gaze slowly along the ceiling as if he was looking for the answer.

“My parents had many servants or butlers. Whatever you humans call them. They raised me until I was old enough to raise myself. I lived a long time in a vengeful rage until I finally realized that it wasn’t going to bring them back.”

His eyes trailed over to me slowly. “I learned a long time ago that friends in this place mean nothing. All I had was myself and that’s all I ever had since.”

“You never had any friends?” I set my cup on the table and sat up a little.

“No. I had people I thought were friends, but actual ones? No, never. I was always the half breed freak.” Dylan laughed a little bitterly, but I could see the sadness in his eyes. Slowly, I moved closer to him.

He watched me with a curiosity that almost made me falter. “I’ve only had my siblings as my friends. The girls at school were only nice to me some of the time, but always cruel behind my back.”

Dylan reached out his hand and tucked a piece of my fallen hair behind my ear. I shivered at his touch.

“F**k friends.” He said. The side of his mouth lifted and I swore I had never seen someone so handsome. “They’re useless and overrated.” He tapped his finger against my collarbone, careful not to go lower. “All you need is yourself.”

I shyly looked down at my hands. When I looked up at him, he had that same smirk that any girl would have fallen over themselves to receive. “And me, of course.” He said.

I couldn’t fight the smile the threatened my lips. The thought of being married to him still didn’t register in my mind because my heart believed that it wasn’t true. I didn’t know how long I would be here—perhaps forever—but it was nice not to feel fear for once.

“Tell me another story about your mother.” I asked. He was just inches from me now, close enough to touch.

A small smile lifted his lips. “She had a bit of fire to her. Once she felt comfortable enough in this world, she let her personality come back when she healed from what happened to her. At least, that was what I was told. Despite what happened, she loved this world.”

“What did she love about it?” I asked gently.

“She loved the magical part of it. She loved the food and the creatures. She felt like she belonged here more than she ever had in the human world.” Dylan glanced down when I went to hold his hand. “My father treated her like his queen, even when she was furious at him.”

“They sound lovely. I’m sorry you lost them.”

Dylan shrugged. “I never really talk about them anymore. Sometimes I fear that one day their memories will be gone forever.”

“Oh no.” I said and scooted closer to him. “Memories like those are always here.” I lightly tapped the side of his temple before I moved my fingers down to his chest and tapped where his heart was. “And here.”

He stared at me for a long moment and I realized then that I could see the dragon in him. It was strange, he was full human at the moment—but I could see it like a fire in his eyes.

He gripped my hand and held it against his chest, I almost forgot how to breathe when I felt his heart thump under my palm.

“I won’t be here in the morning.” He said suddenly.

“What? Where will you be?”

“Don’t worry, my men will remain outside to protect you. I have been called to the next battle.”

My brows furrowed. “So soon? How many battles do you have to go to?”

“All of them. I’m more part of this than most people.” Dylan sat up a little and I almost leaned back when his face was just an inch from my own.

“Well…” I said nervously when his breath caressed my face. “When will you be back?” I whispered.

I tried not to stare at his mouth whenever he smirked. “Soon. I’ll try to come back to you as soon as I can get away.”

I said nothing as he moved a little closer to me. His hand rested on my thigh and I swore that my heart was about to bang out of my chest and escape my body.

My skin tingled as if I had been electrocuted when his touch moved a little higher. He leaned forward and stopped just an inch from my mouth.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered. His voice was silky enough to wrap itself around every inch of my body.

“I… I don’t know.” I admitted. His darkness surrounded me and pulled me against him. His lips pressed against my jaw delicately as if he was testing the waters.

“Maybe I should give you a k**s that will mark your thoughts until I get back.” He said against my ear.

My entire body shivered at his words. I nodded slowly when his lips started to move up my face until they finally landed on my lips.

His hand gripped the back of my head before he leaned me back against the soft couch. My mind started to panic, but his hands stayed above my waist and didn’t dare wander lower.

Dylan opened my mouth and gave me a taste of him. My body squirmed beneath his own and it made him almost choke on his g***n. He kissed me as if he was desperate for the feeling. Our tongues clashed and made my shame fill and silence at the same time.

His hands moved up my sides and one fisted in my long hair. I felt my skin burn from his touch as if he was leaving small tattoos along my skin. I wanted—I wanted to feel the way his bare skin felt against mine again. Why did I want that?

My h**s moved up against his own and he had to pull his own back a little but I had already felt the stiffness in his pants. I gripped his shoulders as he kissed me until I was dizzy.

Suddenly, he pulled himself off me and stood. It was so fast, I barely had time to open my eyes by the time he was off me.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He said in a strangled tone.

He wouldn’t look at me once.