Captured By The Dragon
Episode 74

Patara

I’d hoped to just slip by him or avoid seeing him at all. I knew that they hadn’t had s*x from how quickly after he’d gone up that she had left, but I still didn’t like the idea of them alone in a room together. I didn’t like the fact that she had a key and could come and go as she pleased.

What had they talked about? Did she know that Ethan was Dylan’s son? Was she a real danger to our son? To me?

There were so many questions I wanted to ask and didn’t feel like I could.

I was just a human. No matter what Dylan said about how important I was to him, that didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t go against him.

I didn’t want to know. Hadn’t I learned my lesson? I chose to come back and that meant also choosing to accept where I fell in shifter society. I was just luck not to be in the hands of some psycho shifter who would rape me until I died. I tried to slip around him to get to my and Ethan’s room, but his hand clamped around my arm and dragged me into his room with a growl.

My heart lurched in fear. Was this the point where he made me pay for leaving him? What about Ethan?

I held back a cry of shock as he flung me onto the bed. My arm didn’t hurt and I didn’t land hard, but it was still shocking.

“What the f**k, Patara? Not even a word. You have nothing to say?”

I looked down, “What do you want me to say?”

He growled, “Don’t play innocent with me.”

“I’m not—”

Flame licked out of his hands as he growled at me, “You left me! You led them there to kill my family. You destroyed my house. You left me!”

I flinched away from him. The burn mark started to tingle. I could almost feel how angry and hurt he was.

“It was me who had to feel your pain. I was the one suffering for days not knowing if you were dying in a ditch or being tortured in some monster’s basement.” He huffed, “I slaughtered so many shifters trying to keep myself from going to you. You may not have wanted that man, but you certainly didn’t want me.”

“That’s a lie. What about that shifter that was here? The tiger princess–”

“Is a pawn,” Dylan growled. “And what right do you have to question what I’ve done. You left me.”

“What right do I have to ask at all right?” My eyes burned. “I’m just a weak little human. You’ve already taken everything from me. You own me, right? Why should you listen to me? I should just shut up and take care of our son, right?”

His eyes narrowed at me, “You are twisting my words.”

“I’m just saying out loud what you won’t. I know the truth! Go on and marry her—”

“You’re just saying that because you want to go back to the humans.”

“Stop telling me what I want!”

“Convince me otherwise,” he hissed. “You certainly didn’t struggle. I don’t plan on letting you leave a second time. Not with my child.”

“I didn’t know that my phone would lead them here!” I cried. “I didn’t know they would do that. Besides, don’t pretend it wasn’t all about having power over me! You’re just like all the others.”

“I saved your life—”

“You took me and locked me away. You marked me like property. How are you so different?”

Dylan glared at me, “I would not have marked you if you were just some simple toy.”

“And Ethan would have never been born if I wanted to be free of you!”

His eyes widened in shock and the truth of those words made my eyes burn. If I had truly simply wanted to be free of him, I would have bowed my head and let Dr. Lily rip Ethan out of me before he could have been born. I could have gone back to my life on the other side for much longer.

But, I didn’t. Ethan was alive. I had risked my life and given up everything to go after him.

The flames died out and he rushed towards me, pulling me into his arms. His hands were still hot from the fire as he kissed me and I kissed him. Dylan lifted me into his arms and walked us back to the bed with a sense of passion that left my mind spinning. I wanted more. I wanted him to k**s every part of me and heal every ache.

It felt like I did then, just learning what desire was and afraid to ask him to make it better.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I should have explained.”

The words mingled and fluttered between us until I wasn’t sure who was saying what any longer. I just needed him to make me feel better and all the pain to go away. His hands moved down my body and I shivered at his touch. Every graze of his skin made me want to scream, but Dylan hadn’t stopped kissing me, and I didn’t want him to.

His tongue thrust into my mouth and I tangled mine with his, not struggling for power but just wanting to taste more of him. He nibbled at my l*p and lower, pulling away just enough to pull my clothes off. Then he pulled his shirt off and I saw the dragon mark that matched mine. I felt my mark pulse and tingle, driving me to sit up and help him undress.

When we were finally naked, he pushed his hand between my thighs to stroke me until I buried my face in his shoulder.

“I want to hear you,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

He pulled his hand free and pulled my legs apart to push into me. I wailed and my eyes rolled back as our h**s met and he held me down with the weight of his body.

Before I could beg him to move, he pulled out and slammed back into me without warning and oh—it felt so good. It felt so much better than I remembered. The mark burned and I felt the mark on him heating up at my touch.

Skin to skin, I clung to him as he thrust into me. I moved my fingers through his hair and opened my eyes to meet his blue eyes.

He g*****d, kissing me desperately as if to say that he couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want him to. I dug my nails into his shoulders, panting into his mouth as we kissed. His thrusts were quick as they filled me completely. Every inch of him pressed against me as he thrust into me and I tried to meet every snap of his h**s.

I felt the pleasure building and rushing through me, making me wail as he thrust harder as if he wanted me to scream louder. I couldn’t speak as everything turned white and hazy every time he thrust into me.

“Dylan,” I m****d.

“Patara,” he whispered, picking up his pace and pushing me deeper into the sheets with every thrust. He wasn’t holding back. The bed creaked and I know something snapped.

I was going to be bruised, but I wanted this so badly. I wanted more, and I didn’t care.

Dylan grunted, clenching his hands on my h**s as I trembled. He came holding me close.

“I love you.” Dylan said. “Don’t ever leave me, Patara. Mine. My one and only.”

I pushed my hand through his dark hair and rubbed my cheek against his.

“I love you too.”