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I do it more.
The second day, she’s worse. The waves come faster. She wakes me up four times in one night, desperate, clawing at my chest, slick running down her thighs. I don’t fucking care. I’d stay awake for a hundred years if she needed it. But I make her work for it every single time.
“Beg,” I order.
“Please…”
“Better than that, Red.”
“Please, I need you, I need your cock, I need your knot, I’m so empty, please fill me up, please…”
“Better.”
I flip her onto her hands and knees in the middle of the nest and push her face down into my cashmere sweater. I wrap her hair around my fist and slide into her from behind, slow, all the way to the base, and she moans into the sweater.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my mouth right at her ear. “Two days ago, nobody had ever touched you. Now you’re waking me up at three in the morning, begging for cock like a desperate little omega.”
I am a desperate little omega. Oh my God, I’m his desperate little omega…
“Yes, you are.” I pull her hair until her back arches. “Tell me.”
“I’m your desperate little omega,” she whimpers.
I fuck her hard for that. I fuck her until the nest is sliding across the closet floor and she’s clawing at my sweater with both hands. When the next cramp hits, I feel it rip through her, and I knot her right through it. She comes screaming my name into the cashmere. Then she goes limp, panting, a smile on her face.
Fine. Okay. I can survive one more day of this.
I laugh into her neck. She’s going to survive a whole lot more than that.
The third night, I’m on my back in the middle of the nest with her riding me slow, her eyes half-closed, her mouth hanging open. She’s beautiful, a sweaty mess, every inch of her covered in my bites and my scent. Her heat is finally breaking. I can smell it fading.
She leans down and presses her forehead to mine. “Daddy,” she whispers.
I stop breathing. She freezes too, like she can’t believe she just said it, her eyes going wide.
Oh my God. Did I just…
“What did you just call me?” It comes out of me as a snarl, two voices layered over each other. My shadows come up off the floor all around us.
She swallows hard. Then she looks right at me. “Daddy.”
I flip her onto her back in the nest so fast she squeaks. I fuck her like the monster I am. I fuck her until she’s screaming it over and over, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, until the whole penthouse rings with it, until my knot swells so big she sobs. I come so hard I black out for a second.
When I come back, she’s lying under me, locked on my knot, wrecked, shaking, and smiling.
I start to rumble again. She curls into my chest. For the first time in three days, she falls asleep without crying first, and she doesn’t wake up again until morning.
Chapter Fourteen
KISHA
I wake up sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore.
The massive arm draped over my waist tells me it was real. So does the bite throbbing on my neck, the ache between my legs, and the nest of his clothes I’m still lying in.
I got claimed by Krampus. The actual fucking Krampus.
No, scratch that. I got punished by Krampus, then I went into heat, then he fucked me through three days of it: in his bed, in his closet, on his floor, against his bedroom door at one point, I’m pretty sure. I lost count of the orgasms somewhere around day two. And now the heat’s gone. My skin isn’t burning. My belly isn’t cramping. For the first time in three days, my brain feels like it belongs to me.
