27. Natalie

Chapter twenty-seven

Natalie

Snow crunches underneath my feet as I sprint into the darkening forest. My heart pounds in my chest, echoing the thudding of my boots, and thrill courses through my veins as I finally get to live out a fantasy I’ve had for many years.

Somewhere behind me, the low rumbling of Jasper’s beastly voice twines with Cole’s calm tone. Thankfully I got a bit of a head start, but Jasper looks like he’s fast in this form.

Yes, I want him to catch me, but I’m going to try my best to not make it too easy on him.

I zigzag between trees, double back, making sure Cole is still sending enough snow to cover my tracks, before sprinting off in a new direction again. The snow isn’t too thick here, so it’s still easy to spot fallen branches and to clamber over them without fear of twisting an ankle.

Over the last few months, Jasper mentioned that he has heightened senses in his full krampus mode—his hearing, sight, and scent are all improved, along with strength and speed. I suck in a breath and my pussy gets wet just thinking how I’ll be at his complete mercy when he’s so much bigger.

In his usual half-shifted form, he’s tall enough that I fit right under his chin. But earlier outside the house, I had to crane my neck to look into his eyes. He’s now probably around seven feet of lean muscle—then add in horns, a tail, an impressively long tongue, and his beautiful, thick cock.

A shiver runs through me, giving me another idea on how to trick him. I strip off my coat, and tie it to a fallen branch, dotting my scent on every other tree before bunching it up and hiding it in some shrubs. It might divert him for a little while, but I know I can’t fool him forever.

I take off again, going as fast as my legs can carry me in the increasingly thicker snow, to put as much distance between Jasper and myself before he starts the chase.

Suddenly, a beastly growl tears through the forest and my adrenaline reignites, sending my feet forward even faster.

The forest stills. The whole atmosphere shifts as if even the trees are aware that a monster is on the hunt.

Low-hanging branches grab at my sweater, ripping off strips of wool, slowing my desperate speed. But I keep going, running as fast as my burning lungs will allow.

I jump over a rock, and pause. Leaning against a tree, I hold my breath, straining my ears for any sound that will indicate how far away Jasper is. My pulse drums so loudly that for a minute, it’s all I can hear, drowning out any other indication of life in the forest.

Until it isn’t.

A rumbling purr echoes through the quiet night. The gritting of snow under large, steady footsteps meticulously circling something sends anticipatory goose bumps skittering across my skin.

I try to take shallow breaths, bracing myself, as I realize Jasper is most likely stalking my coat.

“AAAAH!”

At the sound of Jasper’s outraged cry, I take off again. Running, running, running. I don’t look back. Breaths saw in and out of my lungs, clouding the air, as I pump my arms, willing my legs to go faster.

A phantom wind blows against the back of my neck and I chance a glance backward.

I shouldn’t have.

Long arms wrap around my body, sending me careening forward, but Jasper twists us around so he takes the brunt of the fall on his back. I try to scramble up, to crawl away, but Jasper is strong, fast.

He hooks long fingers around my ankle and pulls me back, flattening me against the snow with his naked body.

“Got you, little mate,” Jasper growls into my ear, the timbre of his voice rumbling through the forest.

The sensation of his furry legs, his clawed fingers, and his monstrously big form against my back has me dripping for him, my pussy producing so much slick that it’ll be ready to take Jasper’s cock with ease.

His hands roam over me, tearing at my clothes with sharp claws, slicing through my leggings and underwear easily as he grinds his hard cock against my bare ass.

“Yes,” I say, pushing back against him.

The cool kiss of the Arctic air is welcome against my heated skin, sobering me enough to check in on our bond. Jasper’s need for me is front and center, burning with an intensity I’ve never felt, though there is a hint of concern for my safety and well-being. I push back with all my love and desire for him, giving him the green light on whatever he wants to do.

It’s like pulling the pin on a grenade.

In a single move, Jasper lifts me onto my knees, maneuvering my body like I’m a rag doll made especially for him. He bundles my leggings and places them on the snow as a cushion, protecting my face from the cold, before pushing my upper body down and angling me exactly how he wants me.

“Now my mate will take my big fucking krampus cock,” Jasper growls, and I feel the words reverberate through the very essence of my being.

He lifts my hips until my slick cunt is hovering above his cock, and he thrusts himself balls deep in a single move.

The sensation of being filled so quickly, so fully, when my adrenaline is still pumping through my veins, exceeds any expectations I had for our chase.

My bond with Cole brightens with his delight. He’s clearly monitoring us from a distance, and I have enough presence of mind to send back a cheeky wink, knowing he’ll be on the receiving end of this magnificent—and even larger—cock tomorrow.

Jasper holds my hips steady, fucking me hard and fast until my arms lose the strength to keep myself up. He shifts, lifting me into his lap, and bounces me up and down on his thick cock.

Our pleasure only increases as Cole sends images down the bond of him stroking himself along with us, climbing to completion together, until I fall over the edge and into oblivion with him.

Jasper fucks me through my release, until my throat is raw from moaning their names, wringing orgasm after orgasm from me.

“I need to bite you,” Jasper rasps. “Knot you.”

“Do it.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“Jasper, do it.”

Jasper nudges his knot inside my greedy cunt and bites down where my neck meets my shoulder. I scream as his teeth pierce the skin, but the pain soon morphs into pleasure as another orgasm rolls through me. He holds me tightly as his thrusts stutter, and he fills me up with his sweet cum.

After a couple of minutes where we catch our breath, Jasper scoops me into strong arms, knot still firmly locked inside me, and carries me home like some kind of cock Popsicle. I’m probably leaving a trail of our joint releases across the forest floor, but it’s not possible to care any less about that when I’m happy and safe in my monster’s arms.

“ That was amazing.”

“Are you talking to me?” I ask, not sure where exactly that came from.

Jasper stops walking, and his brows furrow. “You heard that?”

I think back on what he said about his parents, and attempt to send him a mental, “Yes.”

Jasper’s eyes widen, gleaming with excitement. “I think the bite sealed our bond. We can now have telepathic conversations,” he says into my mind.

“I can’t wait for you to bite Cole tomorrow night. He’s going to love it.”

“I’m starting to see the wonderful benefits of being a krampus. On the fifth, when I’m at my most feral, I’m taking you both, together. And now I don’t have to worry, because we can communicate even more clearly.”

“Sign me up. But first, I need a bath and a nap.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

I shudder with contentment and tighten my hold around Jasper’s shoulders, loving the way that nickname sounded.

The sight of Cole waiting for us in the living room, silhouetted by Christmas lights and holding blankets and drinks, has those pesky heart flutters starting up again. Flutters I’ll never get tired of, because these males are everything to me.

I’m really looking forward to this coming week and the rest of our lives together.