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Shifting the box firmer in my grip, I make my way onto the walkway. I should go to my car, but no way I can drive in this condition. What should I do? I pause and look around, trying to figure out my next move. Being just a couple weeks away from Christmas, there's got to be something open. Down the street, I spy a nearby diner, the windows blazing into the night. Tacky Christmas lights hang draped over every available surface. Even the patrons seem extra festive. Ugly Christmas sweaters dot a few of the booths. Grimacing, I take another swig and stare at the display.

It's either that or I keep walking in this miserable wind to find something better. Opting for warmth and coffee over cold and achy, I take another gulp and start my way over. The box shifts a bit, and I stop and set it down. Already the adrenaline is wearing off. Before, the box felt like it weighed no more than a feather. Now, my arms and shoulders burn the longer I keep it in my grasp. I glare at the contents, cursing them silently for being so heavy and obnoxious. Glancing back between the diner and the box, I sigh and pick it back up.

Chapter Three: Asmon

My stomach clenches and burns as I watch my quarry stumble about on the sidewalk. Curling my lip, I look her up and down, trying to regain that sense of lust and wonder I felt when I first saw her. How did I ever mistake her for Angelica? As it stands, I'm going to have to sober her up before I can play with her.

Humans. They never seem to know their limits. Most of the time, I enjoy that. My balls clench as my mind drifts back to the other mortals I've played with. Each one gave it their all, trying to reach some illusive nirvana that exists only in their minds.

This woman, however, holds no such respect from me. Based on the scene unfolding, she probably is the type to get drunk, do all sorts of horrendous things, then blame it on the bottle. Shaking my head, I watch her stumble again, the weight of the box tipping her off balance.

If only she'd put down the damned alcohol, it would be much easier for her to get about. Instead, she keeps putting down the box instead. Judging by her gaze, she seems to be headed towards that diner. A small smile stretches across my face as I shove from the wall to intercept her.

Her petite frame looks overburdened by the huge box she's carrying, and for a moment, I tamp down the urge to help her with it. She looks so small and forlorn out here in the cold. Steeling my heart towards her, I make my way over, bumping my hip into the box. It flies from her grasp and lands on the ground.

"Watch where you're going, you asshole," she mutters as she stoops down to pick it back up.

I step closer towards her, letting the tips of my shoes brush against the box. Her eyes drift over my body in a slow, languid manner until she locks her eyes onto mine.

"Holy hell you're hot." Her voice is low and melodic, throaty even.

Chuckling, I help her stand, ignoring the alluring scent of chocolate and peppermint swirling about her. "So, I've been told. Sorry about the box. Would you like me to grab it for you?"

She stands there, mouth agape. After blinking for a few moments, a faint tinge colors her cheeks and she looks away. "Dude, I'd so blow you for five candy canes." With a gasp, she clamps her hands over her lips, as if she had no control over her words.

"Nice offer, but I'm good." My cock leaps up to attention, demanding that I indulge her. Shaking my head, I breathe in deep, hoping cold, clear air will help me regain my senses. Instead, I’m filled with her. With Caitlin.

Her eyes narrow in a squint. "Oh, I see, too good to get a blowjob from me, but you'll carry my box anywhere. Like that's not code for something. I know your type. Get what you want then skip out. You don't fool me in the slightest."

I lean down to listen, trying to make sense of her diatribe. "If that's code for something, I sure as hell don't know about it. Here, let me help you. You obviously need to get somewhere." I hold out my hand, willing her to take it. Though tempting, I don't want to bring out my sack and stuff her into it. There are far too many witnesses around.

She sneers at my outstretched hand and bats it away, her lips twisted up into a snarl. "Just forget it. And forget my offer. You're not that hot after all."

Rolling my eyes, I latch onto her hand before bending and scooping her over my shoulder. Her screech bounces off the nearby buildings, drawing the curious gazes of passersby. I growl softly and bounce her into a better position. Strong, lithe legs kick out, nearly sending her toppling from my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her thighs, pinning her into place. She still thrashes about but is in less danger of harming herself. With my free hand, I bend down and scoop up the box, casting it a casual glance. Nothing but office stuff. Grunting, I stand back up and cast an apologetic smile at the crowd.

"She had a bit too much to drink."

"No, I haven't!" She slurs, waving the bottle around. "I'm not drunk, I swear." The nervous faces melt into gazes of pity and understanding. "Don't just stand there! This mega hottie picked me and my box up. Help me."

The crowd disperses, ribald jokes and chuckles littering the air. She thrashes about some more, her pleas becoming louder and more urgent.

"Quiet, or I will make you be quiet."

She pushes up on my back in an attempt to get her head closer to mine. "Make me, candy cane hunk."

A small chuckle escapes my lips. I'll have to remember that one for next time. Shaking my head, I close my eyes for a moment, picturing some Christmas packing tape. After a moment or two, her words become a muffled series of grunts and mumbles, the words unable to get through the tape. With a smile, I carry my burden back to my portal. As she loses her words, her physical actions pick up. Her body heaves about, trying to dislodge itself from my iron grip. I hold on tighter, keeping her safe and secure.

She feels so warm and small in my arms. So familiar. Too familiar. The ache I’ve been shoving to the back hits me hard, threatening to swamp me. I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. She needs to see me at my strongest. I can’t go in with any part of me lingering in the past.

The moment we enter the portal, her entire body goes limp. Magic tends to have that effect on humans, so I'm not worried at the moment. The bottle she held so fiercely drops from her fingers. Who even knows where the portal is going to send it. Just my luck, it will collide with my kitchen floor, making a hell of a mess.

Closing my eyes, I clutch her closer to me as the magic gathers around our bodies. My stomach flops about as we pass through space. No matter how many times I do this, I'll never get used to it. The world finally stills, and I open my eyes to see the kitchen. I set the box down on a counter and turn towards the hidden doorway. Caitlin still hangs on my body, her entire being still and quiet. I stand there for a moment, listening to her breathing before carrying her downstairs into my dungeon.

With one hand, I turn the table to where it's horizontal and lock it into place. Laying her down, I study her face in the dark for a few moments before leaving her to light the candles. Her body quivers under the soft shafts of candlelight, each breath sending her chest high in the air before bringing it back down. Blood zips to my shaft as I watch her lying there.

I reach her side in a few steps, bringing one of the candles with me. The Christmas tape is a bright red against her pale cheeks. Setting the candle down, I skim my fingers over her sleeping form. The rational part of my brain screams at me for taking liberties with her while she's asleep. However, the feral part of my brain argues that she belongs to me and I can do what I want with her.

Hard nipples poke the nondescript fabric as I slide my fingers down her breastbone. Every touch makes her react and squirm. My but she's sensitive. I can't wait to see what my tools do to her. No doubt they'll pinken her skin with just the slightest touch.