Page 17 of Courting the Krampus
Natalie’s question has me holding my breath. I’ve always wanted more with Cole, but toward the end of every stay there comes a time when he pushes me away, saying a life with him bound to the Arctic wouldn’t be fair. I’ve wondered if he was embarrassed of me, or the way the elves fear me bothered him, but I think it’s because he thinkshewon’t be enough for me.
“It’s fine,” Cole says and there’s a finality in his tone that indicates this conversation is done for now.
“Who’s hungry?” I ask, wanting to shift the focus away from Cole and onto something else.
Natalie picks up on what I’m trying to do, and gives me a lascivious once-over, gaze lingering below my belt. “I can think of something I’d like to eat.”
“Food first, then we can get back to talking about cocks and where we’re going to put them,” I say with a wink.
“Soon.” I don’t know if that single word from her is a request or a demand, either way, I’m in.
Chapter eight
Cole
After dinner, I light the fire in the hearth and we all get cozy with hot chocolate and floating marshmallows. This time, Natalie takes the wide armchair and curls up by herself under the blanket she has now commandeered as her own.
I revel in the quiet moment, soaking up the presence of two other people in my home at the same time, the crackle of the logs and soft rustle of clothing being the only sounds in the room. There’s something so right, so special about this moment, about them—I just can’t name it yet.
With dimmed lights throughout the house, I’m entranced by the way the light and shadows from the fire dance across Natalie’s features, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips as she stares hypnotized at the flames.
Behind her, magical pink flakes land delicately on the tall trees surrounding my property, dampening any other sounds that might come from the town. I’ve always loved snow and I long to play with it the way Nick can, but the Santa magic to control the weather has never manifested in me.
“Natalie, have you ever had sugar plums before?” Jasper asks with a smirk in his voice, punctuating the comfortable silence. I almost do a spit take, but disguise my surprise with a cough.
Eyes flitting between Jasper and myself, Natalie looks skeptical. “That’s random. What am I missing?”
My “nothing” is drowned out by Jasper’s “sugar plums are delicious.”
I shake my head and playfully flick him with a finger against his shoulder. “Not cool, Jas. This was a peaceful moment and you’re trying to sex it up.”
“I was not,” Jasper says with a faux sulk that I don’t buy for one minute. “I was merely asking her about Christmas-themed food.”
“Sure, you were.” Natalie’s skepticism is ripe in her tone.
I place my hand on Jasper’s knee. “Jas, the fake eyelash-batting thing you’re trying isn’t working on either of us. I know Natalie has only known you for a few days, but she can already read you like a book too.” My half smile gives away how endearing I find his act, despite my attempt at calling him out.
Natalie nods. “Sorry to say that’s true. It’s cute, though. Bat away, but they’re not distracting me from what you said. Explain, please.”
Jasper leans back and spreads his legs. Mischief colors the air around him and I brace myself for what he’s going to reveal about me.
“Cole’s cum tastes like sugar plums and I hope you like the flavor, because you’ll never taste anything better.”
Calmly, Natalie places her empty cup on the coffee table before sitting back again, crossing her arms across her chest. “Forgive me if I misheard that, but did you just say that Cole’s cum tastes like sugar plums?”
Jasper draws his lower lip between his teeth and nods slowly. Sitting forward, he wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s so good. I want to drink him down all day. Same as you. I can get addicted to your cunt.”
There’s a faint stain of red across Natalie’s cheeks and the tiny smile she’s trying to contain gives away just how much she likes what Jasper’s saying. Hearing him talk about me so openly, so proudly feels like tiny snowballs are being pelted around in my stomach. And Natalie’s interest in him, in me, in us threetogether, it sparks a whole new emotion I have yet to name. But it feels like… potential.
“Interesting,” Natalie nearly purrs. “And tell me, Jasper, what does your cum taste like?”
Before he can tell her, I silence him with an arched brow. He slumps into the couch and pushes his bottom lip out. If we want Natalie to like us, we can’t info dump on her when she just got here. Despite what we’ve already done together, I want to take it as slow as our bodies will allow.
Wanting to avoid any misunderstandings about why I stopped the conversation there, I explain, “We don’t want to overwhelm you with a ton of things on the first day. If you only found out monsters were real days ago, I’m sure your mind is spinning. Let’s maybe get some rest and reconvene in the morning. And if you’re still curious in the light of day, you decide for yourself what it tastes like.”
Combing her hair back with her fingers, Natalie looks between the two of us, then nods. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that might be a good idea. Don’t go thinking I forgot that you said you had monster cocks too. I want to see them so bad. But knowing that you come with flavors, I might just have my mouth stuck to you day and night.”
Smirking, I drawl, “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”
