Page 27 of Snowed In With the Krampus
“Good girl, min Twyla. Take my cock, take your pleasure, come, min dronning, min kona.”
I drive my cock into her, deeply, slowly. A violent wave of tremors shakes her, and I groan as she clamps all around my hardness. Like a damn vice. A soaked one. Soaked from our fluids.
This time, when I pull out, I wipe our cum away with the towel but leave the remnants on her thighs. Kissing her brow, I fold min Twyla into the warm blankets and watch her sleep…for hours.
When she finally stirs from her sleep and rises from the bed, I’ve finished a bit of business and am now standing near the hearth, poking at the logs with one hand while my other arm drapes along the mantle, where I hold a small glass of heated bourbon. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth when I notice her climbing out of the bed with the sheets still wrapped around her delicate body.
“What a sight that is,” she murmurs affectionately while scurrying toward me, those curls catching the firelight and bouncing like golden treasure.
Chapter 24
“Thank you for kidnapping me and for loving me so much.”
KRAMPUS
Isnicker as she throws her arms around me from behind, but they could never reach all the way around me. My horns harden, and my tail instinctively flicks toward her.
“Mmm, you’re wearing your big, Daddy Krampus corporate suit and look like you just came from a board meeting,” she says, weaving her way to my front, her eyes admiring me. I say nothing yet but still give her a hearty smile. She reaches up to touch the collar of my white business shirt. “But you’ve removed your tie and opened your collar and rolled up the cuffs of your sleeves. Amazing how I dreamed of this from the first time I came to Krampus World.”
“I remember.”
“Was the Board Meeting completely ruined because of me?”
I snort and roll my eyes. “You never ruin anything, min Twyla. Leave those greedy fossils to me.”
Her eyes flick to the expansive sweeping windows on the one side of the penthouse. “I see it’s snowing again.”
She smiles and tilts her head, brows scrunching. “Are you feeling better?”
Faen, those tender fingers touch my slabbed chest as she arches her neck to me. Those amber eyes glimmer in the firelight.
I nod. “Are you?”
Her nod is quicker than mine. “A little sore, but I’m so…happy doesn’t seem like the right word. Elated, maybe? No. I’m deliriously and incandescently joyful. That joy that only and always comes at Christmastime.”
“I haven’t even given you your Christmas presents, Twyla.”
Damn, my heart melts when she hugs me, pressing her cheek to my chest. “You’re my best present, Krampus.”
“And you, min Twyla. But I want to give you the most important one now…”
I reach for the special present I concealed on the mantle and hand it to her.
She scrunches her brow but does not lose her goofy, little smile. “A brown paper package?”
I smirk. “Tied up with red string. Open it, min kona.”
She tears into it with eager fingers, but those fingers freeze once the wrapping falls away. “Krampus!” she exclaims, but her voice croaks from her emotion. Her eyes cherish the gift, as do her fingers as they trace the words upon the bound book.
A Collection of Stories by Twyla
And underneath the initial title, the gold ink I magically fused into the manuscript comes to life.
Twyla, Queen of Yuletide, her Amorous Majesty, the Lady of the Winter Star, and Monstrous Mistress of the Solstice.
I tap the gold lettering, and when she lifts her eyes to mine, I explain, “They are for you…whatever you choose to dowith them, min Twyla. I spoke to a business associate who will publish them if you desire. But the second title is for…my people.” Tears fall onto her eyelashes, blotting them like little silver snowflakes. As she parts her lips, I smile and continue, “If you wish it, all of Krampus Haven will gather in the town square. More will come once the word spreads. All the monsters in my realm will adore their Queen’s stories as much as they adore her.”
I tenderly tuck my fingers beneath her chin as she swallows, her eyes creasing in gratitude as I continue, “And if you wish to interview them, min Twyla, they would be more than enthusiastic. If you wish to write articles, you will never want for new subjects. Krampus Haven has never had a newspaper. I thought we might call it The Krampus Haven Chronicle. Or something.”
