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I squeeze my gaze shut, and a low rumble vibrates through both of our bodies as I hold her to me, her body flush against my chest. The outright certainty in her voice chains my inner monster to her. I’m ancient and a creature of the deep, but forevermore, I’m hers.

I slide my hands from her hips to her big bountiful breasts and tug at one nipple, enjoying how her breath hitches in her throat.

“Lachlan,” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot and her body still trembling slightly from her release moments ago. “You can move now, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

“Elena,” I groan out, the sounds a low gravel torn from the deepest part of my chest as a green glow lights up the back of my eyelids.

I grip her hips and guide her movements as the thrust and slide of her wet and willing body has me spiraling out of control. The intensity is a physical wave that builds in a rough and choppy storm of need inside me. My heart hammers between my ribcage, and I find I can’t breathe.

And I don’t want to. My whole world suddenly narrows down to the slick and burning heat of her body that scorches me and binds us together along with the fierce and undeniable clench of her around my thick cock.

I buck my hips up into hers and pull her flush against me as she rides me, surrendering to her while starbursts begin to crest along my body as I start to come.

The release hits me with a force I’m not ready for. It’s a tsunami threatening to fracture my form into pure sensation that makes my big body shudder with the aftermath. I spill myself inside her and cry out in animalistic pleasure, clasping her hips to me as I grit my teeth against it.

A rough and unbridled gasp escapes me, and I arch into her, giving her every bit of my hot seed as her sweet cunt milks me of every last drop.

The storm outside begins to wane, no doubt from Merlin finally calming Vivian down, not that I can find much will to care.

Elena’s head rests flat against my chest, her fingers running small circles across my scales. I keep my arms securely wrapped around her, anchoring her to me in the dark.

“The purring stopped,” she whispers, her voice soft and slightly raspy against my skin. She shifts her head to look up at me, her pretty blue eyes catching on the giant glow of the moonlight breaking through the clouds.

I let out a long, slow breath, comfortable with the quiet and let the vibration I make only for her rumble beneath her cheek. “The peace you give me, I’ve never known anything quite like it.”

“What do you mean?”

I look up at the dark ceiling, my fingers slowly stroking though her short hair “I was bound to the dark for so long. You can’t know how heavy and cold water can become,” I say. “But I always knew you were out there and you’d come for me. I knew my true mate would find me and break the curse on the moat.”

I look down at her and meet her gaze.

“You didn’t just save me, Elena,” I tell her softly, the absolute truth of the words lodging in my throat. “You’ve given me so much more than you can fathom. The weight of being free pales in comparison to how much warmth you create inside me. This feeling, its overwhelming.”

She smiles a tender and beautiful smile that curves her sweet lips and completely banishes the last shadows from my mind. She leans up and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my jaw.

“It may have been an accident when I fell into the moat, Lachlan,” she breathes, her hands coming to rest directly over my steady and thudding heart. “But you’ve made me feel more than I’ve ever felt before too. I’m happy I fell into your moat.”

I tighten my grip on her and pull her close until there’s no space left between us on the bed, letting the warmth of her body wash away the last of my fears.

Gods be good, she’ll never have cause to want to be anywhere else.

Chapter 20

ELENA PIERSON

Acheerful rhythmic knocking at the cabin’s front door jolts me out of my deep sleep. I stir against Lachlan’s massive side, groaning softly as I blink against the shaft of morning light filtering through the nearby window. Beneath me, a low rumble vibrates in Lachlan’s chest. He’s already awake, his large body instantly tensing into a protective stance.

“Good morning my dears,” a bright and melodic English voice calls out from the porch, followed by a deeper chuckle. “We brought you a bit of breakfast to help you recover from that dreadful storm last night,” she says, the sound muffled.

Oh god. It’s the cottage owners.

Like a shot, I sit upright in the bed, my cheeks instantaneously burning as I realize we’re both completely naked under the sheets. And memories of how intensely he loved me just hours ago flash through my brain.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, panicking as I move to scramble to my feet and pull the duvet to my chin. “Lachlan, your shirt. Do you know where it is?”

Lachlan doesn’t move, just lets out a low amused laugh that shakes the mattress. Apparently, lake monsters are unperturbed by being caught in the nude, but his calm attitude only makes me more frantic.

I watch his massive muscles flex as he reaches over the side of the bed and effortlessly snags up his discarded flannel shirt from where he left it on the floor.