I removed her dress, revealing her body inch by inch until she lay naked except for the collar. Then I positioned us both, my body under hers, my head between her thighs, her face level with my cock, our bodies forming the ancient symbol of mutual pleasure.
"Show me how eager that mouth can be," I told her, before returning my attention to my prize.
Her first tentative lick nearly undid my control. Despite her earlier claim of inexperience, she approached the task with enthusiastic curiosity, exploring the ridges and textures that made my anatomy different from humans'. I rewarded her efforts by circling her sensitive clit with my tongue, occasionally drawing back to deliver a sharp smack to her ass that made her gasp around my length.
What she lacked in technique, she made up for in genuine enthusiasm. Her moans vibrated against me as she took medeeper, her hands gripping my thighs for support as she worked. The dual sensation of giving and receiving pleasure created a feedback loop of growing intensity.
When her thighs began to tremble again, I focused my attention, determined to feel her come against my mouth. I sucked her clit between my lips, applying pressure while sliding two fingers inside her still-sensitive entrance. She cried out around my cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable, and then she was flooding my tongue with renewed evidence of her pleasure.
Her climax triggered my own, and I barely had time to warn her before I followed her into release. To my surprise and immense satisfaction, she didn't pull away, instead taking what I gave her with the same eagerness she'd shown toward the chocolate dessert earlier.
Afterward, I gathered her spent form against my chest, her body boneless with satisfaction. I removed the collar with gentle hands, massaging the marked skin beneath with careful attention. She nestled against me without hesitation now, all earlier wariness dissolved in the aftermath of shared pleasure.
"Are you alright?" I asked, the question foreign on my tongue. I rarely concerned myself with a partner's comfort after claiming what I wanted, yet with her, it seemed essential.
She nodded against my chest, one hand coming to rest over my heart. "Better than alright," she murmured, voice heavy with approaching sleep. "Just don't expect me to make coherent conversation right now."
I chuckled. "Sleep, little star. We have time for words tomorrow."
As her breathing evened out, her body relaxing completely against mine, I found myself contemplating the curious warmth spreading through my chest. The holiday party was still two days away. The manager position remained undecided, at leastofficially. But as I held Simone's sleeping form against me, feeling her soft breaths against my skin, I knew with absolute certainty that regardless of titles or roles, she belonged here.
With me.
Chapter sixteen
Simone
Iwoke up wrapped in heat so complete it felt like I was melting. Krampus's massive body curved around mine like a fortress, his chest against my back, one heavily muscled arm draped over my waist. Every inhale filled me with the reminder that I wasn't in my apartment's squeaky twin bed. I was here. With him. The monster who had claimed me so thoroughly last night that my body still hummed with the memory.
I shifted slightly, his furred legs tangled with mine beneath sheets that felt impossibly soft against my naked skin, somefabric I'd never encountered before, something that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. His breathing remained deep and even, giving me a moment to absorb the strangeness of waking beside someone else. Of being held. Protected. Wanted.
The unfamiliarity of it tightened something in my chest, not unpleasant, exactly, but alarming in its intensity. Like standing at the edge of a precipice and wondering what would happen if you stepped off.
"Good morning, little star." His voice rumbled through his chest and into my back, deep and rough with sleep.
I tensed instinctively, caught in my private thoughts. "Morning."
His claws traced lazy patterns through my curls, careful not to snag or pull, each touch so gentle it seemed impossible coming from hands designed to tear and punish. He placed a kiss on my bare shoulder, his lips warm against my skin, fangs grazing but not breaking the surface.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, the question so ordinary, so human, that it momentarily knocked me off balance.
"Yes." I swallowed, uncertain how to navigate this new territory of morning-after domesticity. This was something I hadn't prepared for. "I should probably... get up. The café—"
"Is being taken care of," he finished, his arm tightening fractionally around me. "I arranged it yesterday. Your staff knows."
Of course he had. Of course they knew. Which meant Silas and Bramble were probably concocting wild theories about what I was doing and who I was doing it with. I squeezed my eyes shut, momentarily overwhelmed by the thought of facing them later.
But then Krampus shifted behind me, his massive, muscled frame pressing closer, his thick, throbbing cock already hard and nudging against the curve of my ass. His breath was hot onthe back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Enough thinking," he kissed my shoulder "You’re mine now."
He flipped me onto my stomach with ease, my face buried in the pillows, my ass arched high and ready for him. His cock pressed against me, the tip teasing my entrance, making me whimper with need.
"Krampus," I moaned, my voice muffled by the pillow, but he didn’t care. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his hand wrapping around my throat. His thumb stroked the pulse point under my jaw, and I shuddered.
"Beg for it," he commanded. "Beg for this cock."
"Please," I gasped, my hips wriggling, desperate for him to fill me. "Please, Krampus, I need you—I need your cock."
He chuckled darkly and then he pushed into me, inch by agonizing inch. My nails dug into the sheets as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, and he paused, letting me adjust to his size.
