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“A nice girl tonight?” He growls, and slowly slips the tip of his cock between my lips. He makes a perfect satisfied noise and slips deeper, until my lips are wrapped tight around him, and when he knows that my mouth is too full to speak he says. “My nice girl.”

I mumble my protest at the epithet, but only muffled moans escape around his length. He snickers at this and thrusts a little deeper. His fingers are tight around my wrists, my head forced against the wall.

“Fuck. My nice girl feels so good.” He teases. There’s no way I could disagree as his hips thrust forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. “My girl’s mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

His hips pick up speed, setting a punishing pace, and all I can do is try to breathe as he pushes back, pressing deeper into me, the thick knobs of his shaft stretching my lips until they burn.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow every drop that you are given. Right? Nice girls don’t waste. They are thankful for what they are given.” He growls and then presses tight to me, stretching my mouth wide, pressing all the way to the back of my throat as he finishes, shooting white hot eggnog cum into my mouth.

“Fuck, Nikki. You are so perfect.” He gasps, finally releasing me, my hands tingle as blood returns to them. His warm softening length slips from my lips and in the next moment, he is on the floor beside me, his hands gently caressing my face. “My perfect, perfect, perfect Saint Nik.”

I shake my head in protest at his words, still his strong arms scoop me against his chest. His hand strokes along my back. The charcoal and peppermint scent of him invading my overwhelmed senses. If I let myself get used to this I’ll never forgive myself. I pull away, letting the only embrace be the chilly winter air.

“I have to get home.” I mutter, adjusting my clothing.

“Now?” It’s confusion, not an argument, in his voice.

“It’s late. I need to be up early and—” My words break off. He stares up at me from the floor. Bright golden eyes and an easy smile.

“Let me walk you home.” He says.

“It’s fine. It’s totally fine, I’m fine.” I say, not even convincing myself. “You can get home okay, right?” I ask not really waiting for an answer before cracking the door open and heading into the chilly evening.

I thought I’d gotten over him years ago, but the ghost of his touch on my face makes me realize. I still love Krampus. I don’t think I ever stopped.

ChapterSix

Krampus appears in the open doorway of my office bright and early. A wide, self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. He’s all hard lines and harsh colors, white fur, dark chains, broad shoulders with a black leather paddle hanging from his belt. He always stood out in Christmas Town. There’s a beautiful contrast between his form in my doorway and the vignette of bright reds and greens of the elvish workshop behind him.

“Nikki, are you ready to get down to business?” He asks, his tails sways pointedly in front of him and a blush creeps up to my cheeks remembering where it’s been.

“Krampus.” An uncomfortable tightness forms in my chest. Last night was so good, but I can’t repeat it. I can’t get locked in with a man like this again. “I didn’t expect to see you so early. I’m not sure if I need your help anymore.”

Krampus’s eyes narrow, like he can see what I’m about to say, and with his aura powers, he probably already knows the gist. “Wasn’t I helpful yesterday?”

“We can’t.” I admit. “Santa might find out.”

“You don’t want my help? Because of your brother?” It’s a question, but he doesn’t sound like he believes me.

My voice catches in my throat, but my answer is interrupted when the door to the workroom behind Krampus blows open with a gust of fresh winter air and a shimmer of glitter. The bustle of the elvish workshop is interrupted when my brother appears in the doorway. He immediately attracts all the attention in the room. I’m not sure he can help it, the jolliest man in the universe. He doesn’t seem to know what a drain it can be on productivity. Every pair of eyes in the room tracks to him, smiles on every face.

“Ho, ho, ho!” He announces, his eye brightening when he spots Krampus. He crosses the workroom and bounds his massive weight easily up the stairs to my office. “Vikram! Good to see you!”

“Kris.” Krampus greets my brother with a warm smile before Santa envelops Krampus in a large hug, patting him on the back with several full palmed slaps.

“You were out awful late last night.” Santa nods to me.

“Good morning to you, too.” I mutter.

“We were working.” Krampus says easily.

“Together?” Santa asks excitedly.

“Krampus agreed to help me find the missing Cheer.” I say.

“Oh right, good, yes,” my brother’s brows cinch toward each other. “That’s very serious business. I’m glad that you have some help. But it’s just good to see you two getting along again.” Santa’s belly jiggles with excitement.

“Where do you think it went?” Krampus asks.

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