Angelo cried out. He rode out his own wave of pleasure. His cock twitched and strained, shooting out white strings against his skin while he moaned.
When Angelo could breathe again, he glanced down at the scene. Then he laughed breathlessly.
"Hey, look." He pointed to a bead of cum on his belly. "It's like a silver bauble. If it was bigger, we could put it on the tree."
I snorted in amusement. "That's my fated mate... Evennowhe's thinking about Christmas."
After cleaning up, I carried Angelo to bed—ourbed. He fell asleep fast. I figured the long day finally caught up with him. He slept peacefully, like an angel. I was more than happy to cuddle up next to him, inhaling his sweet scent the whole time.
When I woke earlier, I knew what I had to do. I left Angelo tucked into the warm bed—but not without leaving a kiss on his forehead—then I slipped out to make breakfast. No fated mate of mine would go hungry.
When Angelo stumbled out into the kitchen, he gasped. His face lit up at the sight of the table full of his favorites—hot chocolate, pancakes and a side of fruit.
"Karl!" he cried. "Did you make all of this?"
I grinned. "No, it was the breakfast elf who lives under my stove."
Ignoring my dumb joke, Angelo ran over and hugged me tight. "That's so sweet... thank you."
I kissed the top of his mussed-up hair. "Anything for you, my fated mate."
Angelo glanced at the syrup-drenched pancakes and mountain of marshmallows. "You know, Karl, if you keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna turn into a balloon."
"Good." I ran my hands along his flat belly. "I'd ravage your body every night, no matter what shape it's in."
Angelo laughed as he took a seat. We dug in until the plates were cleaned off.
I felt a lightness in my soul. This was two breakfasts we'd spent together, a full twenty-four hours. The first day of the rest of our lives.
After eating, Angelo drifted to the living room. He gasped. "Karl, come here and look!"
As I ran in, Angelo turned to me and blinked. "Oh. I was expecting to hear your hooves. I forgot that you look different during the day."
I chuckled. "Yep. A lot less fluffy and horny. Well,thatkind of horny."
Angelo smiled. "I love you both ways."
"What did you want to show me?"
He pointed to the windows. The blizzard that raged last night had passed, leaving behind a gorgeous view. Morning light glimmered on the snowbanks outside. They were untouched, pure white mounds against a clear blue sky.
"It's beautiful," Angelo murmured. "I never see snowscapes like this at my apartment. It's like your cabin's in another dimension."
I put my arm around his waist as we gazed out the window together. "I think the weather follows me around. You know, being Krampus and all."
Angelo sighed contently and leaned against me. "Do you think our baby will enjoy Christmas, too?"
A belly-laugh came out of me. "That's your concern? Notwill my baby be born furry and with a tail?"
Angelo playfully slapped my arm. "Of course not! You know I don't care about that. I'm gonna love our baby no matter what they look like."
I grinned. "You're a special one, Angelo. But what kinda question is that? I'm sure our kid's gonna love Christmas. We'll make it extra special for them, just the way you like it."
Beaming with joy, Angelo hugged me. He seemed too overwhelmed to speak. I understood his sentiment. His wish for a family had finally come true—and so did mine.
We found our family in each other.
Nine
