15. Mel

CHAPTER 15

MEL

" W hat were you thinking?" My hand stings from the slap. "Those are my parents!"

"They were cruel to you." His blue fur ripples as he towers over me. "No one should speak to you that way."

The raw conviction in his voice makes my chest tighten. "That's... that's not the point. You can't just-"

"Can't what? Protect what's mine?"

"I'm not yours." But my voice wavers as he steps closer.

"No?" His claws trace my jawline, gentle despite their wicked points. "Then why does your heart race when I'm near?"

"Because you're terrifying."

"Liar." His breath fans across my face, surprisingly sweet. "Your pupils dilate. Your skin flushes. That's not fear."

My back hits the wall. When did I start backing up? "Krampus..."

"Say it again." His voice drops to a rumble that vibrates through my bones.

"What?"

"My name." He leans down, those obsidian horns framing my face. "I like how it sounds on your tongue."

I shouldn't. This is insane. He's an alien criminal. A monster. But when his lips brush mine, soft despite their alien texture, thought evaporates like morning mist.

The kiss deepens, and my fingers tangle in his fur. He tastes like winter nights and woodsmoke, dangerous and intoxicating. A growl rumbles through his chest as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs against my throat.

"Don't you dare."

His answering laugh sends shivers down my spine as he carries me toward the bedroom. Each step makes the embers between us burn hotter, until I'm certain we'll both burst into flames.

Krampus lays me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands, surprisingly gentle for their size, slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as they go. I shiver, not from cold, but from the anticipation that's coursing through my veins like electricity.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, though I know exactly what he's doing.

He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Before I can come up with a witty retort, he lowers his head between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue sends a jolt through me, and I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets. His tongue is... different. Longer, more agile, and oh god, it feels incredible.

He looks up at me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You taste amazing," he growls, before diving back in.

I can't help but laugh, even as my body arches into his touch. "You're ridiculous," I manage to gasp out, but my protest is weak, at best.

He just chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His tongue does things that I didn't even know were possible, exploring every inch of me with a skill that's out of this world. Literally.

The pressure builds, my body coiling like a spring. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of something huge. And then, with one last flick of his tongue, I'm falling, screaming his name as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

Krampus doesn't stop, his tongue lapping up every last drop of my release. I writhe and moan, my body on fire with pleasure. It's too much, too intense, but at the same time, I never want it to end.

When he finally lifts his head, his face is glistening with my juices. He grins, looking like the cat that got the cream. "Delicious," he purrs, and I can't help but laugh, even as my body trembles with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I reach for him, pulling him up to me. "My turn," I whisper, before claiming his mouth in a kiss that tastes of me and him and something utterly wild and alien.

I push Krampus back onto the bed, a wicked grin spreading across my face. His eyes widen, but he doesn't protest. He's putty in my hands, and I intend to enjoy every second of this.

"What are you doing, Mel?" His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down my spine.

"Shh," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest. His fur is soft, inviting, and I can't help but lean down and press a kiss to his sternum. He shudders, his breath hitching in his throat.

I move lower, my hands exploring every inch of him. His muscles tense under my touch, and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. I look up at him, my eyes locking with his as I wrap my hand around his cock.

It's dark blue, almost black, and it's beautiful. The contrast of my pale white hand against his skin is intoxicating, and I can't help but stroke him, marveling at the feel of him in my hand.

He groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "Mel," he growls, his hands fisting the sheets.

I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He's salty and sweet, a heady combination that makes my mouth water. I take him into my mouth, my hand still working him as I swirl my tongue around his tip.

He bucks his hips, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, Mel," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

I hum around him, taking him deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I swallow, my eyes watering as I fight the urge to gag. He's big, almost too big, but I want this. I want him.

His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing beneath me. I can feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling in my mouth. I redouble my efforts, my hand and mouth working in tandem as I bring him closer and closer to the edge.

With a roar, he comes, his seed spilling into my mouth. I swallow every drop, my eyes locked with his as I drink him down. His eyes burn with desire, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

Before I can react, he moves. One moment I'm kneeling between his legs, the next I'm flat on my back, his body covering mine. His eyes are wild, his breath coming in short pants.

Krampus hovers over me, his eyes burning into mine. "You're mine, Mel. All mine."

"Prove it," I whisper, a challenge in my voice.

A wicked grin spreads across his face. He flips me over like I weigh nothing, and suddenly, I'm on my hands and knees. His hands grip my hips, his claws pricking my skin just enough to send a thrill through me.

"Your wish is my command," he growls, and then he's inside me, filling me completely. I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets. He moves, slow at first, then faster, his hips slapping against mine. The sound fills the room, a primal rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

"Krampus," I moan, his name a plea on my lips. He leans down, his body covering mine. His hand snakes around, finding my clit and stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

"Come for me, Mel," he whispers in my ear, his voice a dark promise. "Let me hear you scream."

And I do. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing around him. He roars, his own release following mine. We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths.

Krampus pulls me into his arms, his body spooning mine. His fur is soft against my back, his breath warm on my neck. I can feel his heart beating, a steady rhythm that lulls me into a state of bliss.

"That was..." I start, but words fail me.

"Just the beginning," he finishes, a smug smile in his voice. I elbow him lightly, and he chuckles, pulling me closer.

We lie there, our bodies pressed together, our breaths syncing. His hand traces lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I feel safe, cherished. It's a foreign feeling, but one I could get used to.

"Krampus?" I ask, my voice soft.

"Hmm?" he rumbles, his arms tightening around me.

"Thank you," I say, and I feel him smile against my neck.

"Anytime, Magnificent One," he says, and I can hear the promise in his voice. "Anytime."

Krampus's breathing deepens beside me, his massive chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His fur tickles my nose, but I don't mind. The warmth of his body wraps around me like the softest blanket.

Who would have thought? A month ago, I was dreading another lonely Christmas. Now here I am, curled up next to a blue-furred alien who treats my daughter like she's the most precious thing in the universe.

Yesterday, he spent three hours helping Sam build a gingerbread house. His massive claws should have crushed the delicate walls, but he handled each piece with impossible gentleness. The look of concentration on his face as he piped frosting onto the roof made my heart melt.

Sam adores him. The way her eyes light up when he enters a room, how she runs to him with her homework or a new drawing. She never had that with her real father.

His arm tightens around me in his sleep, pulling me closer. A soft rumble vibrates through his chest – almost like a purr. The sound makes something warm unfurl in my chest.

I trace my fingers through his fur, marveling at how different our bodies are. Different species, different worlds. Yet somehow, we fit. More than that – we work.

The thought hits me like a bolt of lightning. I want more of this. More mornings waking up tangled in blue fur. More family dinners with Sam chattering about her day while Krampus pretends to understand Earth school drama. More nights like this.

Maybe even... more children? The idea should terrify me, but instead it fills me with a quiet joy. Little ones with his strength and my stubbornness, siblings for Sam to dote on.

I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. He mumbles something in his sleep, probably threatening to destroy someone. I smile. My dangerous, gentle monster.