Page 30 of Guarded By the Krampus

“Yeah…but I don’t want to fuck her,” I teased, and that made her laugh.

“Stop it Ace, I’m trying to concentrate!” she said, and I could see her free hand practically vibrating between her legs.

For me. Like the rest of her. That wanted to date. Me.

Relief and joy swept through my body like a raging river—and then I knew I needed to get on task.

“Get it, Satin,” I purred. “Use me. Ride me. Rub yourself.”

She bit her lips and then nodded, giving a small whine.

“You’re so fuckin’ close I can feel it,” I said, because I could—her knees were shifting beside me, like a cat waiting to pounce.

“I’m trying,” she whispered—and I knew sometimes, some girls had a hard time coming—hell, sometimes I did, too—so I let go of her waist and grabbed my dick again. It was rock hard, but because it was so long it did have a little give, which meant I could lift it up and down, making it angle differently inside her, like I was stirring her with it.

She squeaked at that, then went completely still, keeping her hips splayed wide.

“Gonna fuckin’ take all of you,” I muttered.

Her rubbing hand dropped and wound into the fur of my chest—marking me with her scent—as she panted. “Ace,” she hissed, tensing, her brow furrowing above her blindfold’s black line as her jaw fell open. “Ace—Ace—Ace!” she called out with a shout, bowing her head down, and then bucking it back, coming on me at last. She swam forward and back, ramming my cock into her, making me hit the back of her over and over again, deeper than I’d been last night, I was certain, and I—I just relished the show. I closed my eyes, feeling her squeeze me, knowing that there really would come a time when I would get to fill her with my spunk, listening to her cries and the soft wet sounds where we met. She shuddered, and gave a final moan, and I knew I was up to bat.

I pulled her off of me, even though she complained, but I kept her on top my chest, as I stroked myself good and hard beside her.

“Someday—soon,” I grunted. “This is gonna be in you—when I unload.”

She nodded frantically, like it was her dearest wish, and suddenly she was right—my heart was as big as my dick—no—bigger—swelling in every dimension.

“Satin,” I warned her, and then let go with a bellow, waves of milky white satisfaction pouring out of me, like my balls were fucking Niagara, covering my chest, but also her shoulder, spattering the side of the nearest chair, and probably spotting the floor.

All because of her.

My mate.

I gave a final groan once I was finished, and another few pulls to clean me out, then just lay there, breathing hard, as she lay atop my heaving chest.

I pushed some of her hair back away from her, trying to save it from getting drenched. “You should get away from that stuff,” I warned her.

She gave me a lazy smile. “You act like it’s poisonous.”

“Because if baby-making were an alcohol, it would be one hundred proof.” I usually wore strong-enough-for-satyrs condoms, but not every satyr did. We had reputations for a reason. Other satyrs though—not me. And looking down at her I was so glad I hadn’t fucked off or fucked around too much before I found her.

“I need to tell you something, Ace,” she said, finally picking herself up.

Part of me panicked, but it was nothing compared to the much larger part of me that now trusted her. “Yeah?” I asked, beginning to draw a lock of hair behind her ear. It’d gotten some cum on the end though—so I tossed its tip into my mouth to clean it.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “My real name is Sarah.”

I beamed up at her—the same way she was beaming down. “Sarah,” I said, trying it out for the first time. “Nice to meet you. Let’s go home.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

It was all showers and business after that. The plane changed course, Sarah figured out where we could safely refuel, and then we were heading to the airport that we’d first left from, back near my branch of the MSA, and I was considering the best way to approach things.

I had all of my friend’s numbers in my phone, of course, and many of my coworkers after that—but there was one I had, because she’d done my onboarding orientation, but that I’d never used before.

I decided to try it, instead of her dad.

“Serena?” I asked, the second she picked up, walking to the back of the plane.

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