Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
Jasper kept glancing back at Kraghol as he sprinted down the alley. He laughed. The sound bounced around them.
Kraghol chased him, a smile on his face. He no longer carried the switch. He must have cast it aside when he began to run after Jasper.
And for some reason, Jasper didn’t want to make this chase easy on Kraghol. He wanted to make it a challenge. He wanted to be properly caught by the krampus.
Of course, he still wanted to be caught. Eventually. He wanted Kraghol to catch him, shove him against the wall, and fuck him until he couldn’t walk.
Still, he wanted to have a little fun first. Especially since he actually felt well enough to run at the moment. Which never happened in the city. But it did tonight because Kraghol was with him. If he needed more evidence that the sickness had to do with the bond with Kraghol, he had it.
He kept pumping his legs, kept sucking air into his lungs, and kept running as fast as he could. He turned down an alley. Then another. Then another.
But Kraghol moved fast. With his long legs, he gained on Jasper with every passing second; the sounds of his hooves kept getting closer and closer. Jasper pushed himself until his legs ached. He stopped glancing back, needing to focus on trying to keep ahead of Kraghol.
Suddenly hands gripped his waist. He cried out as the air fled his lungs and Kraghol yanked him against his chest.
A furry hand snaked across Jasper’s torso and held him tight against Kraghol’s body.
Jasper sucked in a breath. Kraghol always kept his claws retracted when touching Jasper. But right now they bit into Jasper’s coat.
Kraghol lowered his head. Warm breath brushed against Jasper’s ear. “I caught you. Now what shall I do with you?” His claws retracted, and his fingers dived beneath the fabric of Jasper’s clothes, seeking skin.
Jasper tilted his head back until it rested on Kraghol’s broad chest. “Anything you want. Have your way with me.”
Kraghol growled. The sound vibrated through every inch of Jasper’s chest and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. Kraghol lifted Jasper and carried him over to the side of the alley. He set Jasper on his feet, facing the wall. Jasper placed his hands against the cold brick.
Suddenly, the big, warm presence behind him disappeared as Kraghol stepped back. Jasper turned and watched as Kraghol dropped to his knees. Jasper’s dick throbbed. Large hands reached around to Jasper’s waist and undid his trousers. They and his drawers were yanked to his knees.
Jasper gasped as cold air hit his thighs. But then warm hands gripped his arse cheeks and tugged them apart. Without preamble, a wet tongue swiped over his entrance. Jasper’s fingers spasmed, and he keened.
The tongue licked up and down his crease. Then it slithered down, running over his perineum, pressing against it. It licked his balls.
Jasper cried out, leaning his head against the wall. He spread his legs as far apart as he could with his trousers wrapped around his knees. Spit dripped down his inner thighs.
Kraghol’s obscenely long tongue slid forward, reaching his dick and gliding along the length.
How fucking long is his tongue?
The tongue wrapped around and around his dick. It squeezed.
“Fuck!” Jasper shouted. His legs shook as the tongue squeezed him again. And again.
The tip of Kraghol’s tongue lapped at the tip of his cock. Then the tongue retreated, leaving his dick wet with spit and throbbing with need. Kraghol flicked his tongue at Jasper’s entrance.
Jasper held his breath. Then the tongue plunged forward, spearing inside Jasper’s channel. Jasper threw his head back as the tongue slid deeper and deeper.
He whimpered. Blood and arousal pumped through his veins. The tongue withdrew, leaving Jasper empty. It circled his entrance. Then it shoved forward again.
“Kraghol.” His fingers clutched at the wall as the tongue moved further inside him. “Oh!” The tongue hit his prostate, dragging across it. Pre-cum spurted from the tip of his dick. “Oh!”
His legs gave out. But Kraghol held him steady, keeping him upright, keeping him safe. All the while he kept fucking Jasper with that long tongue, back and forth, going deeper and deeper, until Jasper was a trembling, shaking mess.
Jasper sobbed. “Kraghol! Oh. Please. Oh! Fuck!” He pressed his face against the wall, held up entirely by it and Kraghol’s hands. “Please! Please!” His shouts rang down the alley.
Suddenly, the tongue slid out. Jasper sagged, gulping in deep breaths of air. “Pocket,” he said, voice hoarse.
“What?”
Jasper licked his dry lips and tried again. “Pocket. Oil. Fuck me.” Words were hard. “Please.”
Kraghol’s hands shoved into his pockets, searching. He found the oil. Jasper heard the cork being pulled out. The sweet scent of almond oil wafted. A second later a slick, furry finger probed at his hole.
Jasper gasped as the finger slid in. “More.”
Kraghol added a second finger. Than a third. They stretched and prepared Jasper.
“Please!” He begged. “Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
Kraghol tugged his fingers free. He moved in behind Jasper. The thick head of his cock kissed Jasper’s entrance.
Jasper reached up, fingers wrapping around Kraghol’s neck. “Take me. I’m yours.”
Kraghol paused. And for a second Jasper worried he’d said the wrong thing.
Then Kraghol growled. “Yes. Mine.” And he shoved forward, thick, long cock stretching Jasper impossibly wide.
“Yes!” Jasper cried out as Kraghol’s dick opened him up and filled him completely.
Kraghol’s hips met Jasper’s. He held still for a moment, his cock buried deep. Jasper squeezed around the dick inside him. Kraghol grunted, hands digging into Jasper’s hips.
After a moment, Kraghol withdrew, until just the tip of his cock remained inside Jasper. Then Kraghol shoved forward. The ribbing along his dick tugged on Jasper’s rim.
Jasper keened.
Then Kraghol was fucking Jasper, shoving into him, hard and fast in a punishing rhythm. “Mine. All mine.”
“Yours.” His hand on Kraghol’s neck tightened. “Just yours. Only yours. No one else’s.”
Their bodies slapped together. Jasper jolted with each powerful thrust of Kraghol’s hips. The bells that Kraghol wore jingled.
Jasper gasped, trying to get air into his aching lungs. His dick steadily leaked. His balls pulled up tight against his body. “Oh!”
One hand snaked around Jasper’s chest. The other gripped Jasper’s hip. “Mine. You’re mine, Jasper.” Kraghol rammed into him, snarling and grunting as he fucked him. “All mine!” Then he angled his hips.
Jasper’s vision blurred as Kraghol smashed into his prostate. Every time he snapped his hips, he nailed that spot over and over and over until Jasper thought he might faint.
Jasper’s mouth fell open. “Close. I’m so close.” His stomach tightened. Bliss scorched his nerves. He screamed as his orgasm hit him. Cum shot from his dick, splattering against the brick wall.
Kraghol howled as he thrust once. Twice. Three more times. Then he buried himself inside Jasper and held still. He shuddered, spilling his seed deep inside Jasper’s body.
Their heavy breathing filled the cold, night air.
“Fuck,” Jasper sighed. “Fuck, that was so good.”
“It was.” Kraghol slowly withdrew.
Jasper flinched as Kraghol’s length slid from his body. Cum slid down his crease and down the insides of his thighs. Trying to get his breathing in order, Jasper reached down and tugged up his drawers and trousers.
He grimaced. He definitely needed to properly clean himself. But he hadn’t planned that far ahead when he came outside. He was just glad he’d brought the oil.
He turned to face Kraghol. He leaned against the wall. He smiled. Kraghol leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow, hands cupping his cheeks.
Jasper’s body buzzed with sated pleasure. He stroked Kraghol’s shoulders and arms, affection bubbling up inside him.
I love you.
The words swam around his brain, over and over.
Did he feel this way because of the partial mate bond? Or the sex? It didn’t matter to Jasper. He felt the truth of the words inside him.
He knew it was quick. He’d felt the words building inside him so rapidly over the past few days. But he didn’t care why he felt them. He just knew he had never felt like this before. And he would fight to keep this relationship with Kraghol.
I’m in love with Kraghol.
But he knew he couldn’t speak the words aloud. Not yet, at least. He doubted Kraghol would accept them. They might even scare him off. And wasn’t that something, the idea that this big, hulky krampus might be scared of him and his love?
Kraghol pulled back. He stroked Jasper’s cheek. “That was incredible.” Then he hesitated. “Still, I think you should go inside now. Even if I can and will protect you, it is still very cold out here. Please, Jasper, go inside. For me.”
“Okay.” Jasper smiled. “But only if you come in too.”
Kraghol shook his head. His eyes flicked in the direction they’d run, back where the bakery and Jasper’s home lay. “No. I could not come into your home. What if one of your family members saw me?”
Honestly, right this moment Jasper didn’t give a flying fuck if anyone saw Kraghol. Them seeing Kraghol might even make explaining everything easier. But he doubted he’d win that argument.
“How about you come into the bakery?” Jasper took his hand and tugged him onwards. “No one will come down for at least a few hours. Like most businesses, we open later the day after Krampus Night to make sure all the krampuses are gone before we city folk venture out.”
“I’m not sure.” Kraghol frowned.
“I can make you hot chocolate,” Jasper tempted.
“Hot chocolate?”
Jasper laughed. “I can make you all the hot chocolate you want.”
He could see the want in Kraghol’s eyes. But also the nervousness. He smiled, stroking Kraghol’s furry hand. “It will be fine. We’ll leave before anyone will see you. I promise. You can trust me.”
They reached the bakery door. Kraghol stared at it, like it might attack him. Jasper didn’t push anymore. He wanted to let Kraghol come to a decision on his own.
After a second, Kraghol nodded. Jasper smiled and opened the door.