Page 58 of Courting the Krampus
Cole gives Natalie a firm kiss and swats her on the ass, lightly pushing her in the direction of the snow-covered forest behind the house. “Let’s give Natalie a head start. I’ll cover her tracks and stay behind to make sure no one approaches anywhere close to our house. You two have fun. I’ll have blankets and hot drinks waiting for you when you get back. Tomorrow night I’ll have my turn.”
I grunt my agreement to his plan, but my feral gaze stays fixed on Natalie trembling with excitement.
“Run.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Natalie
Snow crunches underneath my feet as I sprint into the darkening forest. My heart pounds in my chest, echoing the thudding of my boots, and thrill courses through my veins as I finally get to live out a fantasy I’ve had for many years.
Somewhere behind me, the low rumbling of Jasper’s beastly voice twines with Cole’s calm tone. Thankfully I got a bit of a head start, but Jasper looks like he’s fast in this form.
Yes, I want him to catch me, but I’m going to try my best to not make it too easy on him.
I zigzag between trees, double back, making sure Cole is still sending enough snow to cover my tracks, before sprinting off in a new direction again. The snow isn’t too thick here, so it’s still easy to spot fallen branches and to clamber over them without fear of twisting an ankle.
Over the last few months, Jasper mentioned that he has heightened senses in his full krampus mode—his hearing, sight, and scent are all improved, along with strength and speed. I suck in a breath and my pussy gets wet just thinking how I’ll be at his complete mercy when he’s so much bigger.
In his usual half-shifted form, he’s tall enough that I fit right under his chin. But earlier outside the house, I had to crane my neck to look into his eyes. He’s now probably around seven feet of lean muscle—then add in horns, a tail, an impressively long tongue, and his beautiful, thick cock.
A shiver runs through me, giving me another idea on how to trick him. I strip off my coat, and tie it to a fallen branch, dotting my scent on every other tree before bunching it up and hiding it in some shrubs. It might divert him for a little while, but I know I can’t fool him forever.
I take off again, going as fast as my legs can carry me in the increasingly thicker snow, to put as much distance between Jasper and myself before he starts the chase.
Suddenly, a beastly growl tears through the forest and my adrenaline reignites, sending my feet forward even faster.
The forest stills. The whole atmosphere shifts as if even the trees are aware that a monster is on the hunt.
Low-hanging branches grab at my sweater, ripping off strips of wool, slowing my desperate speed. But I keep going, running as fast as my burning lungs will allow.
I jump over a rock, and pause. Leaning against a tree, I hold my breath, straining my ears for any sound that will indicate how far away Jasper is. My pulse drums so loudly that for a minute, it’s all I can hear, drowning out any other indication of life in the forest.
Until it isn’t.
A rumbling purr echoes through the quiet night. The gritting of snow under large, steady footsteps meticulously circling something sends anticipatory goose bumps skittering across my skin.
I try to take shallow breaths, bracing myself, as I realize Jasper is most likely stalking my coat.
“AAAAH!”
At the sound of Jasper’s outraged cry, I take off again. Running, running, running. I don’t look back. Breaths saw in and out of my lungs, clouding the air, as I pump my arms, willing my legs to go faster.
A phantom wind blows against the back of my neck and I chance a glance backward.
I shouldn’t have.
Long arms wrap around my body, sending me careening forward, but Jasper twists us around so he takes the brunt of the fall on his back. I try to scramble up, to crawl away, but Jasper is strong, fast.
He hooks long fingers around my ankle and pulls me back, flattening me against the snow with his naked body.
“Got you, little mate,” Jasper growls into my ear, the timbre of his voice rumbling through the forest.
The sensation of his furry legs, his clawed fingers, and his monstrously big form against my back has me dripping for him, my pussy producing so much slick that it’ll be ready to take Jasper’s cock with ease.
His hands roam over me, tearing at my clothes with sharp claws, slicing through my leggings and underwear easily as he grinds his hard cock against my bare ass.
“Yes,” I say, pushing back against him.
