Page 39 of The Krampus' Queen
“Amaya.” Krampus’ claws slip between my fingers and starts to pry them off of me.
“I really thought it would fix everything. A night with you, knowing you wouldn’t hurt me. That should have been enough.” I don’t want to cry, but I can’t stop.
He runs his palm up my cheek, but I lunge forward. Burying my face in his chest fur, I stop him from watching me cry. I don’t want an errant touch of my wrists to yank me back to that night. For his toes to glance against my ankle and leave me terrified of death. I want to be unbroken.
Cradling the back of my head, he says, “Give it time.”
“What? Just wait two weeks and boom, all that trauma’s erased from my head.”
“Or maybe it’ll take more sessions.”
More…?I pull myself out of his nest and stare into his eyes. He’d been reticent about this whole thing but now he wants to try again? “How many more are we talking?”
He rubs the side of his horn up my cheek. The water stirs as his cock twitches. Then he kisses my forehead. “As many as you want.”
“So all that talk about you just going along to help me…”
“I…” He coughs and shifts in place as if neither of us can see his periscope climbing out of the water. “May not have realized how much I would enjoy it. After so many years cutting women free, giving in to my urges and taking you while you scream for me is exhilarating.”
Krampus bends closer, his lips parting. They’re nearly on mine when he says, “And your backside is perfect in firelight.” We kiss. Despite our bodies being bruised and drained, the heat kicks to a boil. I reach up to run my fingers through his hair and hit a horn instead.
Rather than hang on, I trace my palm up the curve. He moans in my mouth and I almost return it when the air jingles. There are those damn bells.
I pull away and stare around the room. “Do you hear that?” I ask.
“Hear what?”
“Sleigh bells. I swear, every time we’re fucking bells jangle from somewhere close.” While I know I sound like I’m going mad, I don’t expect him to throw his head back and laugh from the bottom of his chest.
“What?”
“You don’t know about the bells?” He brays harder.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare. It has little impact as my nude body is balanced by his thighs. Still chortling to himself, Krampus takes my hand off of his horn. “Here,” he says and guides my fingers toward his cock.
“I know all about that,” I assure him, but he plunges me lower. Our twined fingers brush over his furry scrotum. My legs are strained so wide apart, my face is nearly in the water.He’s messing with me. This is so…
Metal touches my fingertip. On instinct, I thumb it, and a little bell jangles. “You pierced a sleigh bell through your taint?” I cry out in shock.
“Two of them. They’re on a bar.” He jerks his hips and, sure enough, the two bells sing out even underwater. “How did you not notice?”
“Maybe because your huge balls were in the way.” I cry out in frustration but also a strange laugh. He has jingle bells tucked behind his balls. Of course, he does. He’s the Krampus.
Letting the bells fall silent, I leap up and drape my wet arms around the back of his neck. I strain my head up to kiss him but pause. “That thing’s grown another two inches.”
He frowns and toys with the beard that’s nearly reached the water. “I know.”
I drop my hold on him. “What’s wrong?”
“This only grows when my time is nearing.”
“Meaning…? Oh.”
It’s nearly Christmas. He’ll have to leave to gather up all the naughty children and put them to work. To return to that damnable mansion and save another girl while the bastard gets away for another year. It isn’t fair.
“I didn’t realize…”
“My doe.” He cups my cheek, keeping me from turning away in a rage.
