Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.<br><br>As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man's malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?<br><br>When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie's life is put in danger. And Jamie isn't sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he's merely a pawn in the Krampus's game.

Nicolas

There was no need to do that here. Nico chuckled at his soft pants and groans as he rinsed out the soap and rubbed in conditioner. The deliciously warm water cascaded down Jamie’s back and his dick hardened while Nico massaged the nape of his neck.


“Mio Dio,” Nico said, sounding strangled, and Jamie gasped when he suddenly slid down his body and swallowed his cock. Fuck! Jamie’s strength fled and he fell back against the tiled wall, helpless with bliss while Nico’s throat constricted around the head of his dick. He almost drowned as water rushed over him. His balls were cradled, kneaded gently, driving him wild, and he shoved up into the moist heat surrounding him, his shout echoing off the walls as he came hard.


His eyes flew open at a grunt from Nico, and he watched through a curtain of water as Nico sat back on his heels and pumped his own cock. Jamie’s head whirled at the highly erotic sight, his moan mirroring Nico’s as his cum burst out, striking Jamie’s shins and feet.


Chapter 57