Page 3 of Yule Be Mine

The world tilted beneath my feet, and I reached out and braced a hand on the cold stone of the building beside me. Because standing far too close for comfort was the beast who’d been stalking me.

The air was so cold it felt suffocating as we stared at each other.

This weird and twisted sensation of wanting the forbidden claimed me, tightening around every erogenous zone of my body.

He was still in his Krampus costume, towering over me at nearly seven feet in height. He took a step closer, his hoof bootsclackingagainst the stone ground. His tattered robes shifted with his movements and the breeze that whipped through the narrow alley.

His horned mask glinted in the faint light, the eyeholes still glowing red and ominously. The fur and chains and claws made him look like the devil himself.

He didn’t respond to my clear-voiced questions, and I stood my ground though my knees threatened to give out. “What do you want?” I demanded again, but I couldn’t stop the tremble from my voice this time.

For long seconds, we were in a standoff, and then the motherfucker charged forward.

I cried out, startled and terrified by his sudden movements. My back hit the cold stone wall before I could turn and run, andthe breath was knocked from my lungs. He was right in front of me, slamming his hands on either side of me, his deadly claws digging into the stone and scrapping close to my ears.

He crowded me, pinning me in place with a growl that rumbled deep from within his chest and sounded even more distorted from behind his mask.

God, this beast—this man—was raw and primal, and I grew wetter, my pussy clenching and my nipples tingling.

I should have been terrified. I should have screamed long and loud for help.

But a shiver of anticipation and excited arousal rolled through me. God, the heat that screamed through me said that my mind and body were at war with each other. The sound of him inhaling had me closing my eyes, and a moan was pulled from my throat.

He slid his hands down, his claws scraping along the wall. He gripped my wrists and pulled my arms up, pinning them on either side of my head. My body was so rigid, my eyes closed tight and my teeth clenched, that if anyone looked at me, they’d think I was scared shitless.

I wasn't, though. Inside, I was the complete opposite.

Because although his movements and everything about him dripped malevolence, his hold was firm but not painful. He looked as if he’d smell of sulfur and death, but the scent of aged leather, smoke from the torches he’d held, and something wild and potent enveloped me.

It was dark and exquisitely intoxicating.

“Who are you?” I whispered, barely able to force the words past my lips.

He didn’t speak, but God I wanted him to. I wanted to hear his voice. He leaned in close, the mask muffling his breathing and making it seem more ragged as he hovered by the side of myneck. His proximity and his intense body heat felt undeniably human, even if he looked like a demon from hell.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

And although he didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. Krampus had this natural dominance in his mere presence alone, and that made it perfectly clear what he wanted from me. The truth was… I didn’t want to fight whatever was happening.

I didn’t even resist him as those claws trailed down my arm, scratching me but not breaking skin… until they did. I gasped as the pain sliced through me, and I looked at where he cut me. It was shallow but it bled, my blood dark and warm as it slid down my inner forearm.

He reached up and pushed his mask up just slightly, so his lips were visible. But his face was painted in deep grays and shades of browns to flow with his costume.

My head was cocked back so I could stare into his eyes, which were still glowing red from the tiny lights inside the mask. But it was the way he pressed his immense body against mine and felt the massive erection digging into my body that made the danger of this situation truly come into focus.

“Bet your little cunt is soaked for me. All primed and juicy because I look like this. Isn’t that right?”

I looked at his mouth, the corner of his lips kicking up in a smug smile. But I couldn’t answer. The words were lodged in my throat. He laughed deep, almost sinister.

“I can smell you, little girl. I know your panties are drenched clean through, and your little pussy is clenching for my cock.”

I gasped, my lips parting at his crude words. I shouldn’t feel aroused by his almost degrading endearment. But he took my silence as an invitation and brushed his mouth against mine, soft for only a second before he added pressure until the kiss was rough and unyielding.

I tried to turn my head on instinct—not because I didn't want the kiss but because I didn't know how to handle this moment.

He was so big and consuming, and his Krampus costume turned me on like nothing else before. Unable to stop myself, I reached up and grasped his curling horns, and pulled his lips close to mine, slowly licking them before crashing my lips to his in a hot, wet kiss.

He groaned and swiped his tongue along mine. He tasted like mead and something spicy, the flavor instantly intoxicating.