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“Oh, liebling… I’ve waited lifetimes for such an offer from my mate. And to know that it’s you… you honor me again.”

Screw honor. The demon tastes like peppermint, has a nice, thick dick, and I only have two more days to let loose my own freaky side with Krampus before I have to go.

“Here. I can get out of this heavy dress. You’re naked. I can be naked, too.”

I start to reach behind me, looking for the fastens that Sandra did up to get me in this gown. “Even if we just sleep, I kind of want to feel your body next to me.”

Ruprecht holds up his hand, the firelight winking off of his claws.

The claws should be a major turn-off, and I don’t know what it says about me that they’re not.

“Please. Leave the gold on.”

The gold? He must mean the dress. My stomach sinks a little. After how easily I found his strange demon form surprisingly attractive—his horns, those claws, even his soft patches of fur—it’s a little disheartening to think that Ruprecht is repulsed by my female human body.

“You don’t want me to be naked?”

He makes a guttural sound, deep in his chest. “Ah, Josie. To see your bare beauty in the candlelight… I can’t imagine a lovelier vision. But the gold against your skin… it sparkles and shines, and is a reminder to my demon side that you truly are a gift to me.”

I’m confused. “You mean like wrapping paper?”

Ruprecht nods. “Something like that, ja.”

“But the best part of having a gift is unwrapping it, R.”

“Perhaps,” he agrees. “But if you make this concession for me this Christmas Eve, I will sleep by your side. I will hold you in my arms, and if you still choose to take my schwanz inside of you in the morning, I will take you as my greatest present.”

Okay. If I’m understanding him correctly, he’s giving me the night to change my mind about propositioning him. If I’m still horny and ready ride him on Christmas Day, he’ll fuck me.

As long as ‘schwanz’ means what I think it means.

“Schwanz?” I repeat. “You’re talking about, like, your dick, right? Your cock? Not you sticking your horns inside my vagina or anything like that, huh?”

“This is my schwanz,” he says. “Though I already consider it yours.”

Ruprecht drops his hand to his groin, leisurely stroking his erection; he’s been hard all along, as though I didn’t already suck his come down like it was a damn peppermint milkshake. All the more reason for him to see if the two of us will fit, but I’m a firm believer in consent.

A no is a no, and a ‘tomorrow morning’ is a ‘tomorrow morning’.

Wow. Look at that. For the first time since I was probably ten-years-old, I’m looking forward to Christmas morning. And if it’s anything like those childhood years, the anticipation is going to make the rest of Christmas Eve seem like it takes forever.

At least, that’s what I think. But after Ruprecht rewards me by stroking himself to completion while I eagerly watch before letting me lick the peppermint from his big hand, having his warmth cocooning me in his bed is all I need to fall asleep peacefully.

Instead of dreaming of sugar plum fairies and presents under the tree, I content myself with dirty visions of Krampus’s naked body, the way he used those chains to keep my still as he fucked me with his tongue, and how amazing it’s going to feel on Christmas when I find out what demon schwanz is like…

CHAPTER 6

CHRISTMAS DAY

It’s cold. So cold, and wet, and hard—and I’m not talking about Krampus cock.

Ruprecht’s body is hard, but warm. His cottage was dry and cozy. Sleeping in his harms, I was safe and sound and more at peace than I’ve been in years… but the second my skin touches something that’s fucking cold, wet, and immoveable, I’m wide awake.

For a split second, I’m so disoriented that I’m sure the last two days have been one super-immersive dream. That it couldn’t have been real, that there isn’t a Christmas demon who saved me from elves, brought me to his home, and we pleasured each other within twenty-four hours of our first meeting.

But then I see the snowy ground—cold, and wet, and hard—beneath me, see the sequined gold bodice and massive skirt of the gown flattened out, and the heels that Sandra insisted I swap my boots out for… and I know that it is real. I spent Christmas Eve with Krampus, but whatever happened since, I’m not with him anymore.

First, because I’m obviously outside. Second, because Ruprecht is obviously not here.

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