Mated to the Ocean Dragon (Elemental Mates 3)

To think that he’d almost lost his mate when he’d only just met her...

He would have to contact the chimera. And he would have to thank him—without the chimera’s warning, he might not have been watching over Liana when the fire dragons attacked.

Still, right now all Timothy could think about was his mate. His mate who wasn’t safe yet.

He scanned the sky once more, but there was no trace of their attackers to be found.

The city spread below him, glass and metal gleaming in the light of the morning sun, the ocean glistening a tempting blue on the horizon that called his name.

But there was no time to follow that call yet. First he had to make sure that Liana was all right.

By the time he had landed on top of the Dragon Tower, the sky was completely clear. Not a single cloud blocked his view.

There was no other dragon in the sky. They had lost their attackers.

Or rather, they had fled...

Timothy shifted back into his human form, then carefully gathered Liana into his arms. With his fingerprint, he opened a door that led right into his penthouse—a door no other person had access to.

Liana was still unconscious as he carried her down.

Gently, he put her down onto his bed, then touched her cheek. Her skin was warm to the touch. As he worriedly watched over her, her eyelashes began to flutter.

A moment later, her eyes opened. A small smile spread over her face when their eyes met.

“Oh, I like this dream,” she sighed.

Then she frowned. Abruptly, she sat up, staring at him with wide eyes.

“What the hell happened?” she demanded. “Where am I? There were dragons, and then—”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked softly, retreating a little so that she wouldn’t feel threatened.

Her forehead creased as she tried to think. “The Ocean Dragon,” she declared at last. There was an awe in her voice that made the dragon within him preen with instinctive pride.

“But that can’t be real,” she added, her eyes narrowing at him. “And—you! What are you doing here? And where am I?”

Timothy licked his li

ps, trying to think about the best way to explain all of this.

“I’m the ocean dragon,” he finally said, deciding to go with the truth. His mate deserved the full truth. “I’d received a warning that fire dragons might attack. So I watched over your street at night. And it was a good thing, too. That was a close call.”

“You’re... a dragon?” Liana clutched at her head. “This has got to be the worst hangover ever,” she muttered. “Everyone knows dragons aren’t real. You’re just making fun of me because I told you about our game.”

Timothy shook his head.

“I can show you if you want,” he offered. “Are you well enough to get up?”

Liana nodded, then carefully tried to stand. “I’m fine.”

She still looked a little insecure—but she seemed unharmed. The dragon within Timothy relaxed.

“I can get you a glass of water. Or—”

“No,” she cut him off. The look she gave him was suspicious. “I hate it when people think they can make fun of the silly geek girl.”

“I’m not making fun—” he began.