My Dragon Mate

0.3| A Mistake

King's pov

I followed shortly after she left the room with Youhan. Rounding a corner in the hallway, I reached just in time to see Youhan closing the door of the private checking room from the outside.

"I don't understand what's so special about her." He commented when he saw me. I would have given him a proper explanation if I knew the answer myself. I don't like not knowing things, hence I was on my way to find the answer. My gut said that the girl was problematic, but my body and mind wanted to embrace those problems along with her.

Something was definitely wrong with me.

"Not sure, and that's exactly why we are doing this. Thank you for arranging the private checking."

"Don't mention it."

He patted my shoulder and left after that.I was relieved that he was gone. He was annoying from the day I joined, all the officers were with an exception of few. They loved to showcase their power over prisoners.

Dusting the top of my coat where Youhan had touched, I opened the door. It was pitch dark inside and Maryanne had her back stuck to the wall, she looked afraid and fragile. My enhanced senses allowed me to see clearly even in the dark. Every sound was ten times louder in the small room.

Her loud thumping heartbeats echoing in the narrow room made me want to protect her.

What the actual heck!

"Can you switch on the light officer?" She asked clueless of my identity. I noticed rays of light flooding into the room around my silhouette, so she didn't see my face. She didn't know it was me.

Her enticing scent once again overwhelmed my senses, it overpowered me like a drug.

"Excuse me?" She called again, this time a bit more stable than before. The scare from a few minutes ago had vanished from her nerves. My heightened senses were a bit troublesome sometimes, I didn't want to see her big round eyes and her confused face in the dark. She looked like an innocent deer caught in the headlight.

Shaking off the thoughts about deers and big eyes I closed the door behind me. However, it clearly wasn't the most wise decision I made. Rather, it was the stupidest one of my life. Whatever chances of sanity that I had, had left the room like an unwelcomed guest before I closed the door.

My feet unconsciously surged forward, this was one of the rare moments I strongly wanted to curse at myself. The ceiling lights flickered above me, it must have given her a view of my face; she looked quiet surprised.

Her big round eyes once again widen like deers when she saw my face clearly. I took a little time to observe her features once again. Even over the control of her scent I didn't find anything extraordinary about her, she was still the same human with brown hair and big brown eyes that was getting in my head.

The light settled down in a faint beam above us and she blinked to get used to the light. I closed my eyes shut and turned away, any precautions were welcomed at this point. The thin string of my self contol was on the verge of snapping.

"Are you going to check me? Or can you send me in straight away?" She asked. Was she talking about her cell? Probably. Inmates don't talk about going back home once they are admitted in this place.

I took deep breaths to control my beast but as if the universe hated me today, my actions only made it worse.

My deep breaths were filled with her scent and my ears rang with her sweet voice. There was absolutely nothing good about this girl, she was a criminal and was sent here for a sentence but why do I feel like this.

My breaths turned rapid, I knew my eyes had turned a flaming shade of red, low growls rippled from the back of my throat.

That's not good!

"Excuse me?" She stepped forward. The last step snapped the little string that I was holding onto. Out of my conscious I pushed her to the wall, out of the blue she looked like everything. She was the end of skies and the depth of earth.

I was aware of her every body movement against me, her racing heart and laboured breathing. It riled me and encouraged me to do something more.

"What are you doing?!" She asked and attempted to push me away. Her lips moved ever so slightly, inviting me to devour them as I please. She wiggled and protested for me to let her go. My clouded mind didn't comprehend any of her pleads.

"What so fascinating about you? Human." I growled dangerously. I stepped forward and erased the space between us. It felt good, the touch of her skin on mine, her breath on me and the rhythm of her pulse.

"I said leave me!" She kept screaming over and over again. Her sweet voice kept saying those words that annoyed me. Just like a drug addict I wasn't aware of myself. My subconscious mind was screaming at me to not do anything I would regret but I had already given into the temptation of her. My hand caught the back of her head in a tight grip and brought her lips to mine for a taste.

Just one taste.

Her lips felt smooth against mine and sweet. Her sweetness was addicting for a beast like me, she was far too innocent and that's what I craved. One taste wasn't enough. I need more!

Do hell with it!

My eyes closed on their own accord, my fingers tighten around her wrist to stop her from moving, then slowly traced my hands explored the curves of her body. She was made perfectly, perfect for me?

Her silky smooth skin was annoyingly hidden under the unwanted layer of clothes, it had to go. I need all of her, now. In one attempt I successfully ripped the annoying material of her pants. Her cries were heard but they useless, the beast had taken over.

My hands roamed around her thighs and legs, feeling the smoothness over my palm. Her heat called for my beast, like a feast prepared just for him.

I never stopped kissing her. It was too much to compromise over anything, her sweet taste of lips were not to be given up for anything.

The beast found the heat and took the opportunity to satisfy himself. My subconscious was screaming at me, but the clawing of my beast won over the helpful attempts of my subconscious.

My fingers ran across her slick heat, it pleased the beast. The sick game was now in a level where it could never be undone. Her panicked breaths mixed with mine, and that's when I felt her dampness. Her body reacted just the way my beast wanted. My actions were unstoppable after that, I had no control on my body.

Her body moved in every attempt to get away from me, it agitated the beast and urged him to take the next step. My fingers stopped for a second then without any warning one of them entered between her folds.

The sweetness of her lips were now mixed with the saltiness of tears. The tears were given by me, my actions.

That's when I knew she hated me.

The boundaries that I had set a long time ago were crossed by myself. My unjustified actions caused her pain that couldn't be reversed.

The fog over my mind cleared and the rage before my eyes faded, and what I saw was terrifying enough to make me harm myself. I sprang back a few steps and looked at my wrongdoing.

How could I make a human the victim of my beast? She was sure to die if I didn't stop. A being as powerful as the beast in me could never be involved with a human, the blood of the beast was too much for a human like her.

The fragile woman in front of me was a mess and panic stricken, and I had done that. Her perfect round eyes were swollen and her lips were bruised a light purple colour. She fell on her feet and wrapped herself into a small ball to protect herself.

Protect from what?

Me.

I turned away from her, not able to face her after what I did.

"I hate you." She whispered between heaving breaths. I closed my eyes and locked my teeth together, I barely said the words.

"I know"

And I'm sorry.

~•~

Maryanne's pov

I cursed him about a thousand times in my head. Who did he think he was? And he had the nerve to look guilty!

I watched in silence as he stormed out of the room in a hurry, he probably didn't want to be caught here in the situation with me.

My ripped pants were barely held in place and that meant I couldn't leave this room without flashing a few wandering eyes. My sobs had gradually died down when I heard footsteps outside the closed door.

The door opened just a little and a small packet was thrown inside, "Change into these." A voice said then it closed again. I didn't recognised the voice but I wasn't about to give up the opportunity to fix my attire. New clothes were welcomed.

The cuffs on my hand beeped and clicked open, not surprised at the show of technology I focused more on my hurting wrists and giving them the necessary massage to prevent them from snapping into pieces.

I noticed the clothes were same prison uniform but these looked better than the ones I was wearing before. The material was thicker and it looked new.

"Thank you!" I said loudly so the person behind the door could hear me and hurriedly changed into the new set of clothes. I discarded the torn one's in a corner and sighed.

Slowly, with caution I opened the door to see an officer standing outside, facing the opposite direction.

"Officer." I whispered from behind him. He obviously wasn't expecting me and jumped a few inches in surprise. He composed himself and cleared his throat. I handed him the cuffs that he didn't waste time in wrapping around my hand.

"You will be directly taken to the cell." He said in a hard voice and without waiting for my response he started walking forward. I followed behind him and caught up successfully.

While on my way to cell I continued to reflect on what lead up to this moment. A tragic tour and an even bigger tragedy of being wrongly accused, not to mention I got assaulted by a freaking Warden on my first day here.

That monster better not appear before me or I would forget that he is related to law and had a position in this prison. He will have a taste of my knuckles.

With those tiny fists? That man is a mountain Anna, stop dreaming.

Yes, so he better not come in front of me. Because I wouldn't be able to do anything, I hate that.

I was so consumed into my thoughts that I didn't notice that the officer before me had stopped and bumped right into his back.

"Oh, sorry." I mumbled, I wasn't feeling sorry at all. My pity was all reserved for me, I was probably the most pitiful person in my eyes.

How pathetic!

"This is your personal cell. But don't take it as a special treatment. You must follow to rules of stiagan and work with the other inmates to earn your meal." He said pointing towards the metal wall before me. It had door frame cut into it and the door had a small square cute with metal bars in it.

I nodded like a good child, "I understand."

"A list is already inside, it has the daily schedule of the inmates and you will do the same as given. If you miss anything, you won't have the chance again."

"Yes, of course." I nodded, he clicked a button on the door and scanned his finger on it. The metal door opened and the officer gestured for me to go inside.

"Get in."

I looked down at my bound hands and with a lot of hesitation as ked him, "Won't you uncuff me?"

"It will come undone as soon as you enter."

"Okay."

I went inside without any further delay and just like he said the cuff beeped again clicked open. I sighed and stretched my hands sideways to pop my sore muscles.

The cell I was given wasn't small nor big, just my size I could say. A single ceiling bulb hung above my head but unlike the one in that damned checking room this one was much brighter. I sat on the single cot to feel exact how hard it was, it was fine but my back would be sore for days.

A wooden board was stuck to the wall opposite to the cot and on the board was a sheet of paper on which the rules were printed. I didn't bother with the rules because I wasn't in the mood to do anything.

Other than the cot and the board there was a container of water and one tiny window up high that also emitted light. My legs sung back and forth and my hands clutched the bedding of the cot tightly. My throat was starting to choke up with suppressed emotions.

I want to go back home! I didn't do anything but I was still being punished! Isn't it a protocol to investigate the crime before throwing someone in the prison?

You were caught red handed, Anna, they won't follow protocol.

My subconscious was not wrong but I wished it was. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hands and took deep breaths to lock my overflowing emotions back into the deepest part of my soul. I decided to close my eyes and get some sleep, maybe this was just a dreame and I was still back in the ship with Aaron.