Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

"No one has ever fought my battles."

"Tell me every man who has ever touched your delicate flesh," he snarls. "I will cast them all to hell."

"Krampus—" "I like it when you call me by name," he rumbles. "Why do you want to hurt all these men?" "You're mine," he says. "Any man who has come before me must perish." So, he's possessive.

"You're my little witch," he whispers. "I will fight for your honor until the end of time, and protect you with my dying breath. The only male who will ever touch you again is me."