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.
The thought of Elena alone doesn’t sit well with me, and the need driving me to be near her is as much as I can bear, but I don’t see any way out of this predicament without getting rid of this bugger. I frown down at my dick, wondering how exactly to get it to go down easily.
My gaze catches on the small bag containing Elena’s feminine toiletries and an idea forms.
I don’t want to do this, but the familiar undeniable heat is already coiling in my chest, threatening to shatter my plans.
Desperate for an anchor, I find myself rifling through her bag, unearthing a slim glass bottle.
A burning wave of shame washes over me, but don’t hesitate.
What embarrassment I feel at sniffing her perfume like an addlepated idiot with an addiction problem disappears at the first inhale of her cologne.
Light and crisp, it smells of apples and cinnamon with a hint of cardamom and bergamot.
An arc of adrenaline spikes in my middle at the idea of her dabbing it on her wrists and behind her ears for me to smell, and my pupils dilate as my cock weeps with pre cum.
What else does she have in here? I rummage through the small bag some more until I find a larger bottle labeled ‘body wash’ and pop the lid on it.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a groan breaks from my lips as the smell of amber and warm vanilla overtakes my senses.
I want to bathe her in this magical aroma immediately until she’s a boneless mess in my arms. The thought brings forth images of her ripe and curvy body covered in soap suds while she begs me to service her.
Oh how I’m going to wring every bit of pleasure from her until her bones are quaking for me and she can only speak my name through incoherent babbling as she takes my monstrous cock.
I reach for the small ivory handle on the shower and turn it on before stepping inside the small space, noting the blue and gold tiles on the floor and walls. The hot water pelts my shoulders and coasts down my body, and I expect it to ease some of the tension there but it doesn’t.
My body is tense like stone, my fingers yearn to touch her and my mouth waters to taste her.
Pulse quickening with longing, I grip my cock in one hand and tug lightly at my swollen testes with the other, unabashed when a light moan crests my lips.
My nostrils flare as a thick fog of steam rises, dampening the air and calming my inner beast while I lean back against the cool tiled wall and think of my Elena.
“Fuck me, I need to come,” I say aloud, wincing when the sound echoes.
Hands shaking with need, I squirt a fair amount of Elena’s bodywash into my hand, vowing to buy her stock in the stuff as soon as I can for my transgression, and rub it across the breadth of my chest and down my cock.
Raw need pushing and clawing at my sanity, I ache for release and focus on what it will feel like when I finally have her wrapped around me.
“Argh.” The low guttural grunt rebounds in my ears as I pump my hard flesh.
I imagine thrusting inside her, gripping the top of the shower wall with one hand while the other slides up and down my length in tandem with the fantasy, moving at a steady rhythm.
My dick pulses angrily under my fingertips, no doubt from the tease of being so near my mate. I’m a bit ashamed at how even I’ve neglected my own needs for more than three hundred years now.
But I hadn’t needed to until her.
Images of Elena’s blonde hair glistening like gold as I take her, her mouth open on cries just for my ears. Her body, pleasure, and beautiful mind all mine for the taking.
My inner beast rears its dragon-like head, spiking the adrenaline in my frame until I can sense it pulsing at the fins of my ears. My hand moves faster as I envision the delight on her face as I bring her pleasure.
She’s warm, more than willing. I have her on my bed in my den, her clothes removed to parts unknown. My plan is to worship every inch of her body, and make her come on my tongue till she’s a river in my mouth overflowing with the screams of only my name on her lips.
I want to lick her soft sweet cunt, feel her legs tighten around my head, and watch her lose control for me.
I’ll devour her, and she’ll be my queen.
“Elena,” I hiss through my clenched teeth.
Lightning arcs down my spine as I grit my teeth against the oncoming sensation. My balls tighten and my cock inflates to an almost painful degree as the need to explode builds.
I buck and moan, fisting my cock hard and fast as my body jerks roughly, every muscle tight as hot cum spurts like a geyser. I struggle to keep myself upright while ropes and ropes of seed shoot from my cock, my legs quaking and quivering from it.
I grunt in pure animal satisfaction and collapse against the cold shower wall, landing on my buttocks even as cum continues to jut out of me like a dam burst open.
“Unnghh,” an involuntary growl climbs my throat echoing loudly over the spray of water as I thrust my dick in my hand. I bite my lip, wringing the rest of my orgasm from my cock, and pray the act staves off my want for her.
The pleasure is so intense that sparks fly behind my eyes.
Blackness spreads, dimming my world around the edges and I suck in a shuddering breath to keep my claws at bay, realizing with dawning horror if and when I ever do get my claws into my mate, I may not survive it.
“Fucking hell.”
A few minutes later and I’m scrambling across the train cars to find my beloved, all the excitement of the wind passing through my hair and watching the trees whir past replaced with the need to lay my gaze on her again.
Where is she?
The moment I didn’t find her in the small cabin car we sat at last night, a panic seated itself in my chest, and with every second that passes now, it seems to grow and unfurl.
Dressed casually in a set of jeans, plaid shirt, and boots, I fear any second now I’ll be consumed by the power that ripples just beneath my skin along with my scales that I can’t hide without her, and destroy any hope of making it through this journey.
I grip the train car door so tightly the handle crinkles in my hand, but pay it no mind as I push into the next cabin, relaxing only when I hear the unmistakable sound of her laughter close by.
My body shudders as my inner beast relaxes, and I glance around the new car cabin I’ve not been inside before.
This must be the observation room she was talking about last night. Several small tables are dotted around the space along with green high back chairs that are obviously outdated, but have a full window view of the passing scenery.