Page 10 of The Krampus' Queen
Just walk on through a door, erase all that trauma and the terrible night with one step. That sounds fantastic. I wring my neck around until I’m able to just make out the red door down the hall. Escape would be easy. The goat-man doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop me. But I can’t shake another nagging thought. “How many times has this happened?”
“Hmm?”
“You said there were others,” I point out. Krampus’ calm face twists for a second before he smooths it away. “He’s done this before.”
“Yes. I cannot recall how often, but it’s always the same. Some nubile young lady is trussed up before the fireplace. I stumble upon her and—”
His hand gliding under my breast, almost cupping itflashes through my mind. “You cop a feel?” I ask, my cheeks burning and heart racing at not the touch but the anticipation of it.
There’s no pulled face at being caught. Krampus only smiles and leans back. “No, that’s rare. You’re a different specimen from his usual lot. They’re usually so small and vulnerable. I could snap them like a twig between my fingers.”
Great. Yeah. I’m not dainty. I’ve never dated a man taller than me and there was only one who came close. If any man tried to pick me up, he’d probably fall over and break his coccyx. Except for the eight-foot-tall monster; he held me like I was a matchstick doll. A small, vulnerable, terrified doll that he curled around in bed.
“Each girl I break from the chains is brought back to my lair, allowed to rest and recuperate, then leave. It’s become my Christmas tradition, I suppose.”
There could have been dozens of girls he’s kidnapped…rescued each year. All of them dropped into his bed like an acorn in the sea. Swallowed by the furs and his rough, hairy body as he holds them tight in dreams.
“You’re upset.”
For a second I though that maybe I was special. Someone you wanted to drag back to your lair and spear with your goathood until I tore all of that black fur off your chest. But nope. I was just another girl on another Christmas.
“This is why I’d rather you leave before answering your questions. All it does is needlessly upset you.”
The cryptic comments, the way he stripped down without a care… Was that all to scare me off? Well, showing off his bare ass sure didn’t work. I’d have walked through fire to follow that.
I frown at myself for giving in to baser instincts. Yes, fine, he’s attractive—as hot as a man with hooves and horns can be. But there’s a much bigger picture here. Some asshole keeps drugging and kidnapping women every Christmas, and no one’s stopping him.
“I’m not upset,” I snarl.
“No?”
“I’m angry. I want to tear him to pieces, then chain him up in his little torture dungeon and beat those pieces some more!”
A jingle dances in the air like a sleigh passing by. My eyes dart up as if I expect to see Santa flying overhead. But as they drop, the Loch Ness monster lurks between Krampus’ thighs. Water laps around his rod-straight cock piercing to the sky. But what dries my throat and digs my nails into the fur is a gold hoop curling from the tip of his cock down through the frenulum. It looks like the hoop people put through bull’s noses to lead them around, but it’s not on a nose. No, it’s right there, hanging off the crown of his cock, just daring me to curl my finger through it and run my fingers down his shaft.
The cock jerks and I leap back just as a hand slides up from the water. Long claws cinch around the gray cock. Staring me in the eye, Krampus pumps his fist up his shaft. He draws the tip of his tongue to the edge of his lips, then keeps going. Just as his tongue reaches his chin, he brushes his thumb over the gold hoop. A low groan of pleasure erupts with such deep bass, water ripples toward me.
As quickly as he stroked himself to a full erection, his hand falls into the water and he sits back like it never happened. Though, even at this distance, I spot the blue veins pulsing up his shaft for more. “All I can offer you is peace. Return home. Forget this night. Forget DeVere. Forget…any pain that fell upon your brow.”
I crane back to the door. “So, just to be sure I understand this, if I walk through that door, I’ll be back in my apartment.”
“On Christmas morning, your mind clear of all that transpired. You’ll awaken in your bed refreshed and happy.”
“Any time?” I ask, looking back at him.
“Hmm?”
“I can go back at any time and it will always return me to Christmas?” My heart flutters. I keep clawing at my thighs, lifting the nightie’s hem higher to scrape down my thighs.
Krampus stares past me to the door, then he nods. “Yes. You won’t have missed a thing.”
“Good,” I say and drop the fur off my shoulders.
CHAPTER 6
WARM WATER CARESSES up my calf. The long night of bitter cold cracks off my body as I ease deeper into the spa. He lifts his head, watching me with a close eye as I wade up to my knees.
“What…are you doing?” Krampus asks. I don’t realize just how damn short the nightie is until the water rushes up to the top of my thighs. The nightie forms around my entire lower half, revealing my naked body in all but a sheen of pink silk. His muscles tighten, his claws digging into the stone behind him. The red eyes dart down my whole body before zeroing in on my sopping wet pussy.
