Page 27 of The Krampus' Queen
“But you’ll remember.” It starts as an argument against his dour proclamation before the fullness hits me. Everyone who’s ever seen him, spoken to him, known him, wanted him…forgets. Only he remains, carrying those memories like ashes in crystal urns.
I never thought what this time would cost him. All I wanted was vengeance, to save those other girls and maybe string up Damien DeVere by his own handcuffs.
I never wanted to hurt him.
“I’m sorry.” I pull my hand away from his leg and try to catch a sob. “I didn’t mean to…I should. You want me gone. I should go.”
Swallowing my tears like shards of glass, I work my way to the steps. There wasn’t supposed to be any pain in this timeless vacation. There weren’t supposed to be feelings.
“Wait.” Fingers tighten around my ponytail. Krampus tugs, using my hair as a leash to yank me back. I yelp in shock, reaching up to pry his fingers away. But as he swings me around to look at him, my will melts and so do my silk panties.
His eyes blaze under the shadow of his brow. Gazing down at me nearly plastered against his knees, his lips rise into a smile or a snarl. Either leaves me quaking. Instead of letting go, he winds his fingers tighter in my hair and pulls. My head lifts until I can look only at him.
“It’s too late for you to leave.” His voice growls across every empty stone, striking back with a ferocious barrage in the echo.
Tears burn in my eyes until nearly spilling down my cheeks. He’snevergoing to let me go.
My clit throbs until I moan without a touch. He’s never going tolet mego.
“Even if you walk through the door tonight, tomorrow, or in ten years' time—my heart would shatter. Do not go out of fear of breaking me.” His fingers fall off of my ponytail. The lack of pressure causes me to gasp as he roves his palm down my back. “You’ve bound the Krampus tighter than any chains could.”
Claws scrape down my ass, only the leather protecting my skin. As he reaches under my cheeks, he tugs up my skirt. “This leaves one question.”
Warm fingers knead into my bare skin and the silk panties. Krampus sits higher even as he teases back the edge of my underwear with his claws. A whimper slips out as the tip of a claw traces dangerously close to my labia.
“Do you put your prey out of his misery, or leave him to dangle in futile hope?”
“Shit!” I squeal as he glides his smooth claw through my arousal. Then he places the tip right over my clit. One wrong move and it could puncture right through. One right move, and I could drench his hand.
His robe’s fallen apart, the belt loosened from his cock straining through the gap. The gold ring sways with its every pulse, teasing me to suck on it. To roll that hoop in my mouth until he grunts and drowns me in his creamy nog.
All I have to do is say the word, and he’ll let me go. Back to the real world of bills and shitty parents refusing to pay me. Of broken heaters and scummy landlords. Of cold beds and long nights without the aurora borealis to dazzle me to sleep.
“You only have one throne,” I say. His claw slips off of me and he jerks back. I hop onto my tiptoes and glide my knee up his thigh. “You’ll have to fix that.”
Krampus helps me into his lap, one hand behind my head and the other drifting toward my ass. He spreads his thighs so I land on my knees between them with my legs pressed tight together. The friction rubs against my clit, and I bite my lip.
Just as I place my hand on his upper abs, he asks, “I will? Why?”
“Don’t you know?” Digging my nails in, I scrape down his flesh until my fingers vanish into the fur circling his cock. He’s panting, his eyes laser-focused on my movement. One by one, I drop my fingers to his cock, and lean forward.
“Every king needs a queen,” I whisper, lock around his shaft, and jerk the flesh upward.
The hand holding my ass clenches. Claws tear apart the panties he made me, but he doesn’t care. As I tease up to the crown and his gold ring, he fingers me carefully. With just the tip, he rounds up and down over my pearl. The pressure is instant and so much. I start to yelp, but he takes my left tit in his hand and massages it.
He reaches for my nipple, and I roll his hoop.
A roar rattles the windows. He pumps his hips, daring me to take him on. It wouldn’t be hard for me to bend over and suck him off. Or keep toying with my hand while he slowly slices off my dress with his bare claws.
Then an idea hits me. “Your other lovers…?”
Krampus moans. He’s spreading my thighs, trying to work his finger inside of me while I twist the skin around his shaft clockwise then counter. A heavy pant turns into a snort and he shakes through to focus on me. “What…what of them?”
“There were a lot.”
“Enough,” he says cagily.
I rise up as high as I can go on my knees. His fingers fall out of my panties, but the damage is done. They’re torn apart from bow to stern. I release his cock and place both of my palms on his chest. Craning my head up, I stare into his eyes. The red is nearly gone, eclipsed by the black pupils.
