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Then he started moving. And all coherent thought left Della’s brain. She couldn’t think. She could only feel.

Kris’ hands were everywhere, cupping, kneading, plucking at her overheated flesh. His cock felt so good, stretching her walls as he rocked into her, stroking her in all her secret, sacred places.

He was so deep. She reached behind her with one hand, clutching at his jean-clad thigh, anchoring him to her. She never wanted him to stop. She wanted to feel just like this. Full of him forever.

“I got you, Sweet Girl. Hold on,” he growled, moving faster and harder, just like she never knew she liked it.

Tension built inside her, rising to impossible levels until she thought she’d explode.

“Fuck,” Kris cursed, and she felt his hand sliding around to her aching clit.

“Come for me, Della. Now,” he grunted, squeezing the tiny nubbin.

Della exploded like a rocket beneath his touch. Stuck in the thrall of her own ecstasy, she felt heat pour into her from his body, felt him roll his hips, dragging out every inch of pleasure for the two of them until she had no strength left.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured, kissing her neck and head as he straightened and used a clean cloth to clean them both up.

She sighed and let him hold her as she tried to make sense of it all.

He said he had her, but he didn’t know. He couldn’t know the truth of that statement. Kristoff had her alright, he held her heart and her future in his hands.

Now she just had to decide if it was right for her to tell him.

Do I drag him into my mess? Or do I let him go?

Chapter 16

The thing about the human brain was it could find a way to justify almost anything. Take sex, for instance.

Sex was a natural thing to do. Add in a couple of dual-natured creatures powered by magic and blessed by the Fates, and this sex against a barn door at your place of business was what happened.

Not that the farm was his forever job. Volunteering as Santa was a Pack thing, after all.

It brought him closer to his mate, and after what they just did together, Kristoff was certain she was almost ready to admit it. A wind howled through a crack in the barn door, and Kris hugged Della tightly, noting the shiver that raced through her sweet body.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

She nodded, still catching her breath, and a sense of purely masculine pride rolled through him.

A minute later, he heard someone coming. He tucked Della into his side and opened the door as Cassie came running in.

“Kris? Della?! Oh my God, I am so glad I found you. You must have left your phone in the car. Look your neighbor called?—”

“What is it, Cassie?”

“There’s an emergency. Y-your kids, someone took your kids,” the human woman cried.

“No!” Della screamed, clutching at me.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his truck.

He unlocked and tossed his phone onto her lap gently as he pulled onto the road. Kris was driving as fast as he could down the icy roads, they’d had some precipitation earlier and it had frozen over with the drop in temperatures.

Black ice was a killer in the Garden State.

“Call Samantha.”

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