Chapter 16
My cum drips from between her legs, soaking the sheets beneath her. I drag my fingers up her center and push them inside her, not letting another drop go to waste. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “And all fucking mine.”
Her eyes brighten at the sentiment, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Is that all you’ve got, Krampus?”
Little fucking brat.
I growl as I flip her onto her stomach and yank her toward me, her ass in the air. My shadows grip her wrists and bind them tightly behind her back. “What a brave little vixen, taunting the demon of Christmas.”
I grip her hips as I line my cock up with her ass, letting a stream of spit cascade from my tongue, coating her tight hole. She gasps, her fingers curling into fists as my claws anchor me as I take my sweet time filling her with my cock.
“Kryx,” she gasps. “Oh, oh, fuck.”
My piercings vanish one by one as I chuckle darkly. “I’m claiming all of you, little vixen. Filling every hole with my cum from now until the end of eternity. I was gentle before, but now I’m not holding back.”
I slide into her as she chokes out a moaning scream. I reach down and grip her bound arms, lifting her and slamming into her tight ass. Every inch of her was made for me, our bodies merging into one, dripping with desire.
My balls tighten, and a sharp tingle climbs up my spine.
I growl, sinking my teeth into the crook of her neck and leaving another mark to remind her of who she belongs to every time she looks in the mirror.
She screams my name, and I come with a valiant roar, my feral side taking over, nearly causing me to blackout as I take her over and over again, barely noticing the sun rising in the dark sky, only to set again.
Nicolette and I have been fucking for nearly two days, solidifying our mating bond.
I've been searching for this missing part of myself for centuries, and now it’s finally clicking into place, making me feel more powerful than ever.
Her defiant strength adds fuel to my fire.
And as much as I want to stay in that cabin, taking every part of her until we burn up and become nothing more than ash in the snow, I have a duty—one I can't ignore any longer.
I’ve reluctantly left her side, but she is safe, warm, and satiated in her bed, the fire burning brightly as another snowstorm relentlessly approaches.
I glance over my shoulder through the cracked bedroom door for one last look at her sleeping form, her chest rising and falling as she drifts deeper into the dreamscape I’ve created for her.
I glance back at the fire, concentrating on the flames as they lick the side of the hearth before bursting wide open.
I step through the portal, my hooves sinking into the thick snow of the North Pole, rising above my ankles.
Nick’s castle looms in the distance, blending into the gloomy, arctic landscape, surrounded by storm clouds.
A growl rumbles from behind me, the sound muted by the fierce winds that would tear through any mortal. I feel the smooth grip of my whip as it materializes in my hand, my fingers tightening around it as I turn, coming face to face with one of Nick’s horrific reindeer.
It’s one of his lesser-known spares, not a beast from the Christmas songs children sing, but it’s just as dangerous. Its eyes burn like hellfire, and its sharp, jagged teeth flash from its maw as its mass of antlers curls around its head in every direction, ready to impale its next victim.
Flicking my wrist, I crack my whip into the air, just inches from its revolting face.
It rears back, letting out a squealing scream that cuts through the air, caught by the wind and swirling past me.
I crack my whip again, the long, sharp tendril wrapping around its antler, the barb scraping its skin.
I pull it down to the ground, smashing its face into the crisp, white snow.
The beast throws its head, jerking me forward and causing me to stumble and land on my knees, with the icy snow sticking to my fur.
Thunder claps in the distance as the beast gets back on its sharp hooves, dragging me face down through the snow.
Another screeching cry rings out, along with another crash of thunder that shakes the ground.
But it’s not thunder—it's the sound of antlers clashing as two more reindeer approach, their racks locking as they swing their heads in warning.
“Fuck,” I breathe, because these monsters are the last thing I need to be fighting and wasting precious time that I could be spending with my mate.
The smell of death and decay fills my nose as they circle me, their maws dripping with blood and gore—at the ready for a chance to bore me with their antlers.
I push myself up, rising to my knees as my whip is ripped from my grip.
I breathe heavily, the cold burning my throat as I call on my chains.
I stand, the cold metal of the links sliding through my palms as they turn into maces, the barbed balls swinging, ready to strike.
I scan the trees, searching for more as my chances diminish in this fight of three against one.
The wind picks up, swirling the snow into my face, blinding me as the rancid fuckers take their shot. Pain lances through my side as burning horns impale me, lifting me and slamming me into the trunk of a thick pine, my ribs cracking from the impact.
I land in the snow, crimson spreading through it like rot. Rising to my feet, I stumble as hot blood pours from the wound. I heave in a breath, my lungs burning as I steady myself, still gripping one of my maces.
The reindeer close in on me, their steps muffled as the howling wind intensifies their growls and gnashing jaws. “You got lucky, you fucker,” I growl, swinging my mace and nearly hitting one of their faces. It rears back as the other two keep closing in, trapping me against a tree trunk.
I see a flash in the trees behind them, but I can’t afford the distraction.
I may be a demon and heal quickly, but even I can be killed, especially by vicious hoofed creatures like these.
Now that I have Nicolette—my mate—I have so much more to live for and refuse to let these fuckers take that away from me.
I roar, the sound shaking the snow off the branches around us, causing heaps to fall in front of them and block me from their attack.
I summon another whip, seize the moment, and flick it, the tendril curling around one of their necks, the sharp tip slicing through its skin.
I pull back with all my strength, slamming it to the ground, but before I can react, I’m struck from the other side.
White-hot pain surges through my body, my vision darkening as I’m thrown to the ground.
I try to stand, but the pain is blinding, and my limbs give out.
I attempt to roar as I roll onto my back, but only a squeak escapes my lungs as one of their grotesque faces lowers to mine, licking its lips and revealing its sharp, jagged teeth.
I hear the other two fighting over who will feast on my corpse after this one is finished, their screeches deafening as my vision begins to fade. I think of Nick and what will happen to him if I’m killed. Will our bargain end, or will my powers pass to another demon, taking my place?
I’ll never know.
I push the image of him away and picture Nicolette, wishing she would be the last thing I see before I become nothing more than a meal for these monsters—their bellies my unmarked grave.
My heart slows as my blood mixes with the snow around me, freezing in the arctic cold.
I exhale Nicolette’s name, my last call to her as I feel my soul’s fire turn to embers, ready to be snuffed out by my final breath.
The wind and reindeer howl before the smell of decay fades away, replaced by a snow-white floral scent as my eyes flutter shut, and I’m met with Death as it intertwines its fingers with mine, leading me away from the cold and back to the fires of Hell.