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He doesn’t finish the sentence, and in a blur of movement he tosses the blankets from across his legs and launches himself out of the bed. Practically sprinting, he makes a beeline for the small ensuite bathroom, and the door shuts with a definite and resounding bang followed by the loud click of the lock engaging.

I fall back against the pillows, and pull the blankets up to my neck as I groan and cover my face with both hands as mortification and arousal rolls through me in waves, all the while knowing he’s on the other side of the door dying of embarrassment of his own.

I close my gaze and the image of his panicked and flushed face is there as if burned into memory, along with a sharp and damp heat between my thighs that refuses to dissipate.

So much for my control, I think to myself. He managed to make me feel this, without ever laying a hand on me.

Chapter 11

LACHLAN MACBETH

“Oh my gods,” I breathe the moment I shut the lacquered wooden door.

My cock is growing larger with every second that passes, and I strain with all my might to keep my baser self from exploding and inadvertently causing a train wreck with my mate on board.

The train, although large and sophisticated, can’t hold my sea dragon form without collapsing, and the last thing I need is to lose control.

I suck in a harsh breath through my nose as I tug my pants away from me and take hold of my turgid girth. My cock is the green-blue of my scales and easily bigger than my own wrist, and it’s not stopped swelling yet.

She saw it and looked bloody scared out of her wits.

“Bleeding hell,” I mutter, pressing the palm of my hand to my forehead as I stare down at myself.

My gaze brightens to a glowing green color as my true form attempts to take hold, and it dawns why I’m in this situation. I realize now I’d been dreaming earlier, and that’s what got me into this mess. I was dreaming of Elena, and now after being locked away for so many years without release, my body is going haywire at the first sign of a mating.

But now is not the time.

A whine leaves my lips at how swollen and engorged it is for her.

My fingers form thick monstrous claws around my girth, and I flex my power and force my body to obey and not turn in truth. Relief floods through my sternum when my hand turns back humanoid. I frown at the overly large predicament I’m currently in with my cock stretching as big as it can inside the tiny bathroom.

This is another reason why I must get myself and Elena to see Vivian.

Without my trident fixed, I’m low on magic, and the distance I’ve been from the source of my power and my home, is beginning to take its toll.

I can’t trust my body with hers until I’ve got my trident made whole.

With my trident, I’ll at least be able to control myself around Elena, which is my true goal. I’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means removing myself from her when her nearness is all I crave.

My eyes slide closed as I remember how only moments ago I was in the throes of passion for her. She was riding my length in my dream, her soft and voluptuous body taking mine so completely I came awake on a gasp for breath.

The remembrance of the naughty grin on her face as she rode me causes a whimper to lodge in my throat and my cock to jump in my hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.

“Hey, Lachlan? I’m going to pop into the next car and grab some coffee,” Elena’s throaty voice says through the thin wooden door.

My grip slips on my control even as the sound of her wraps around me like a warm glove, threatening to send me breaking down the door to get to her and hump her senseless. Scales ripple along my uncovered forearms and my nostrils flare as I grip my cock tightly when it begins to leak from the mere sound of her voice. Damn me.

“Okay, I’ll catch up with you soon,” I say, backing away from the small door until my hip brushes the marble sink.

“Do you want me to order you anything?” she asks sweetly.

Sparks of bluish green pass before my gaze. “All good here, lass.”

The moment her light footsteps fade, I quickly undress out of the soft pants and t-shirt and assess my situation further.

My balls are tight and swollen like the rest of me, and my eyes almost roll out of my head at the first downstroke of my cock. I need to come, and I need to quickly.