The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,53

back tight, the other grabbing the lip of the pool, and began to pump up into me. My hips shifted, trying to chase the feeling. I was tender but my body reacted instantly. A deep growl that rolled through me left him as I tried to use my feet to leverage myself up to drop back down.

When our efforts culminated, we were both crying out, bodies shaking, rhythm off as we sloppily, eagerly fucked our way into the next climax. My mouth sought out his, mashing my lips to his, swallowing up the loud groan he let loose. He froze, even as his cock continued to jerk deep inside me, as I practically mauled the poor beast’s face.

By the time I came to my senses he was panting, clutching at me to release me and then clutch me to him again. Poor Baumb boy didn’t know what the hell he was doing, or what to make of what I was doing to him but for the fact that he liked it. The little noises he was making, the soft gasps he let loose, attested to that. When I pulled back and looked to him dazedly, his breathing was hard, labored. His main tongue slid between his lips as if to taste the weird human he’d bedded’s kisses.

“You like that, Baumb-baby?” I teased, grinning to lean in. “Keep me around and there’ll be plenty more where that came from.” It was a half tease, because the segment mouthed menace was nothing like I’d feared he’d be. If a bit rough around the edges, he was practically a teddy bear. One that could bite someone’s head off...

His hand lifted, pressing to his lips. Tugging his fingers away, I kissed the spot. My grin returned as he licked his lips again and then made a demanding noise. His fingers pressed to his mouth again when I did nothing, another demanding noise, and he waited.

Again, I removed his hand and dutifully placed a kiss there, making a loud smacking noise as I planted one on him. His happy rumble grew.

He kept this up, his lips tipping up at the corners until his eyes smiled. The male soon had me chortling my butt off with his antics, until my stomach let out a loud gurgle and I began to shiver sitting here in the cold.

Hefting us up, loath to separate our joined persons, he stood, dick deep buried lover and all, and leapt high into the air, so high I couldn't watch but, boy, did I feel it, grinning a sharp toothed grin when I shrieked, clamping down around him in every way imaginable. A million little glow spots on his body lit up as I shouted a few unkind things at the male in our descent. My shrieks gurgled beneath the water as we kissed hot liquid and then dropped.

Kicking up, he had us back to the surface in no time. Gasping, sputtering, slapping at him as he let out a soft chuckle of a rumble, I spluttered, “Dick!”

With a look that said the man was a total menace and knew exactly what I was saying, he pinned me to the lip of the pool and showed me exactly what a dick was and what it was capable of.

By the time he’d dragged my carcass from the pool, I was a puddle of melted goo. I barely recalled drying off or eating, though I knew I had. One moment I was cold, the next my belly was full, I was wrapped in pelts, and I had a walking heater at my back with his thick arms and legs curling around me, softly snoring over my head.

Silently pleading to whomever need be that he’d decide I was worth keeping, I’d quickly drifted off to sleep.

Baumb was totally the bomb.

Chapter 15

“Do You Hear What I Hear?” was stuck in my head on repeat as I heard that first snuffling, shuffling noise. Glancing over my shoulder, muffling the noise I wanted to let out as I hunched over the enormous cup Baumbel, Baumb, whose name was most likely quite literally his species and I just couldn’t wrap my head around that—why didn’t he have a name?—had given me. It had been brimming with what I took as bone broth from the way he’d gestured to the snow, the heat source, and then drew a picture of one of the animals Shnikel used to bring back meat and pelts from. I was starved, it was piping hot, and