Page 31 of The Alpha and the Baker

Castiel

Surprise Deductions

Three times.

I managed to make the beautiful, wonderful, entrancing woman below me come three times before my jaw reached the point of filing a formal resignation. Otherwise, I might have just kept going, because I was a man possessed.

I loved her smell, her taste. I lived for the way her thighs clamped around the sides of my head, the way her walls clamped down on my fingers like she wanted more. Always more.

I wasn’t a martyr—of course, I wanted to be inside of her and lose myself in her heat, but that kept falling to the background every time she told me she was approaching her orgasm.

Her pleasure far outweighed my own. I could come anytime I wanted, but there was only so long I would be allowed to worship at her altar, and I wanted to make the most of it.

When her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse, and her thighs shaking, the last of my delayed gratification faded. I needed to be inside of her. My wolf was beside himself, howling to breed like never before.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked softly. I’d brought my own, just in case, but I’d learned it was best to ask partners because they often had condoms that worked best for them, especially in the case of allergies.

And while I wasn’t exactly in the habit of sleeping with humans, this wasn’t my first time.

“I’ve got the implant,” Felicia said after a bit of a delay, and it stoked my ego quite a bit to see such a self-assured, put-together woman so fallen apart below me.

She looked fucked-out and bleary-eyed, her cheeks red and a dewy layer of sweat all over her.

Maybe some would be put off by that, but I loved it.

It was natural, and proof of exactly what I’d done to her.

Even though I was right in front of her, witnessing it, feeling it, it was still hard to believe it was real.

Now normally, her having an implant was only half the battle, but with my accelerated healing ability, the only disease I could get was the Feral Wilds and wolfsbane poisoning, neither of which I’d find in a human sexual partner.

I also didn’t have anything I could transfer to her.

Hearing that she was protected from any of the breeding my wolf so desperately wanted to do was more than enough.

I ripped my belt through its loops so quickly that Felicia gave a startled laugh before giving me a rueful grin. When I sent her a questioning look, she chuckled a bit more.

“I wanted to do that,” she said with a playful whine that let me know she wasn’t really serious.

“Next time,” I promised.

“Next time? Awfully confident, aren’t you?”

In response, I kissed her again—she didn’t seem to mind that I still tasted like her. “Do I have a reason not to be?”

I was being cocky, but everything with Felicia was so easy that I couldn’t help myself.

I didn’t mean that in a disparaging way.

We just gelled so well in pretty much every way—conversation, attraction, and even the way we treated others.

I would never get the image of her all curled up with a group of young shifters out of my head, and I never wanted to.

Felicia radiated kindness just as much as she radiated confidence and poise.

I was viscerally attracted to her in a way I never quite knew it was possible, but I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

“I guess that depends on this next part, doesn’t it?”

The heat in her dark eyes was enough to immolate me on the spot.

Thankfully, however, I did not spontaneously combust. Instead, I opened my slacks and pulled my cock out of my underwear. Although I wasn’t some knot-headed alpha who was obsessed with their size, I did feel a wave of gratification at Felicia’s sharp intake of breath.

I was rock hard, nearly straining from how long I had made myself wait. Pre-cum glistened on the tip. My body was screaming, and I was sure if I got inside her immediately, I would die then and there.

But I knew better. No matter how much my wolf howled, no one had ever died from being patient or considerate. And while I fully intended to flip Felicia’s world inside out, upside down, and any other way she would let me, I had to be patient to get to that point.

“You ready?” I asked, gripping myself.

“Can anyone actually be ready for something like that?”

I huffed out a laugh. I was on the larger side, but I wasn’t freakishly large. With patience, effort, and a whole lot of foreplay, things would go just fine.

“I could always make you come again.” I was not bluffing. Sure, I was desperate to be inside her, but having her come on my face again would be more than worth it.

“No, no , I want you. Right now.” She reached a hand out to me, eyes half-lidded, and I knew immediately that I was done for. Somehow, a human woman I’d only just met had me hook, line, and sinker. “I’m ready. I mean it.”

Far be it from me to argue with a woman about her own body. I knelt on the bed, gently sliding my hands up her powerful thighs and parting them. Still gripping myself, I lined my cock up with her flushed, wet, waiting pussy.

Fuck, she was beautiful. A masterpiece made flesh.

I was sure that I could go back in time and train with every single renowned artist from the Renaissance and still not be able to capture even a fourth of her beauty.

There was something about the depth of her dark gaze, the irresistible flush to her cheeks on her high cheekbones, the petal-pink plushness of her lips, even the way she looked all spread out below me.

Her form was a journey in rhapsody, from her long, pale neck, to her developed biceps and forearms that clung to me, to her modest breasts and her light beige nipples, to the generous swell of her lower stomach and hips that spoke of the softness and endless pleasure I would find there. I was enraptured by every iota of her.

“Cas?”

Perhaps I’d been a bit too enraptured. Giving her a lop-sided smile, I slid the swollen head of my cock along her wetness. The sharp gasp she let out was so gratifying, and I continued to tease her before it became too much for us. And then, with one last deep breath on my end, I thrust forward.

“ Fuck! ” she hissed. I paused immediately, my head only half in. I had planned on going slow, but I’d thought I would be able to get at least that much in before she needed to adjust.

“Are you all right?” I asked quickly, using every ounce of willpower to hold back.

She nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Surprised at the stretch of it,” she said before letting out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a huff. “It’s… intense.”

“We don’t have to go any further,” I offered, and I absolutely meant it. One, there was plenty of other ways I could get off. Two, I didn’t need to get off to have a good time. No, we could go right back to trying to bleach my five o’clock shadow, and I would be perfectly content.

“No, it’s okay,” Felicia said, pulling me closer. “I like it. I want it. You just take my breath away.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” I murmured, then kissed her again. I pulsed my hips, but barely. I was in no hurry. Her warmth and wetness around me were like a benediction, and I didn’t think I would ever find such bliss.

When I felt her adjust, I thrust in a bit further, watching her face. There was no pain on her features, though she was breathing deeply and focusing on relaxing. Still, I didn’t hurry.

Because why would I rush it? I was in heaven and had every intention to make it last as long as possible.

Between kisses and my hands sliding up and down her body, lingering on that perfectly soft waist of hers and her hard nipples, time became meaningless.

The next thing I knew, she’d taken me all the way down to my base.

“Fuck, baby,” I gasped, and now I was the one who was breathing hard. The line between my wolf side and my human side was down to a razor’s edge, and so much of me wanted to let loose.

“I can feel you in my stomach,” Felicia breathed.

My cock throbbed inside her at the very idea, and when she gasped, I could tell she felt it too.

I would be patient. I would. Even if I wanted nothing more than to lose myself inside her like a wild animal.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Felicia’s nails bit into my back in the most delicious way, and her ragged voice barely reached my ears over the furor clamoring in my mind.

“Enough patience,” she murmured, fire in her eyes. “Give it to me like I know you can.”

Fuck.

Fuck!

There was no resisting at that point. There was almost no barrier between my wolf and me as I pulled out nearly all the way, then thrust forward again.

Despite her words, despite my nearly feral nature, caution still lingered around the edges of my control. At least, it did until Felicia kept speaking.

“Like that, yes, but faster. Please, Cas, I promise I can take it. Give it to me. Give it to me. ”

Her words echoed around my head, and my control snapped.

I picked up my pace, moving faster, my hips burning as I slammed into her.

I gripped her hip with one hand, anchoring myself in her softness, and grabbed the headboard with my other—partly because I knew I could sink my claws into it, but also because it was hitting the wall with my every thrust, like personal applause for our efforts.

“God, Cas! Oh my god! You’re so fucking deep.”

Yeah, I was. I wanted to whisper to her, to tell her what she was doing to me, but I was rendered speechless. I could feel my canines growing in my mouth as I took her, and I longed to sink them into the side of her neck.

Except she was human; she didn’t have a mating gland to puncture. Besides, even if she did, mating bites were not something to do without a whole lot of conversation and some very explicit consent.

Fuck, was I really thinking of a mating bite already? I’d just met Felicia. We hadn’t even known each other for a month. But as I stared down at her, watching as she took my cock, watching how that flush spread all the way down her body, I could picture it perfectly.

But the future was for the future. For now, I had the moment, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I cut off all wandering thoughts as well as the urge to claim her, and narrowed my focus to the moment and only the moment.

Every sigh of pleasure was an invaluable treasure. Every moan its own gold mine. I let them spur me on, flesh meeting flesh with fervor.

Stamina was never an issue for me, but I felt my end approaching much faster than usual.

I supposed some of it was because it had been a while for me, but that part felt small.

Mostly, it was just Felicia. Her grip on me was incredible, like the warmest, most welcoming velvet vise.

And every time our eyes met, it was like actual lightning seared through me. It was like being reborn through fire.

I needed to make her come again before I exploded. Not as a matter of ego, but because I needed to see and feel her fall apart right on my cock. I had no doubt it would be unlike anything else I’d ever experienced.

“God, you feel so good,” I hissed through clenched teeth, straightening and sliding my hands under that perfect ass of hers, tilting her hips upward to change the angle. It was the right angle, because Felicia let out a scream, and then her hands were on my chest again, her nails biting in.

Not everyone liked a little sting with their sensation, but I did. It was the perfect punctuation to my pleasure. Granted, not everyone had the ability to heal from a gunshot in an hour, so I supposed it was a bit different for them.

“I-I’m close,” Felicia sputtered as I felt the head of my cock hit that spongy wall within her. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“I know you can, baby,” I murmured, impressed that I was speaking with any sort of diction. “Just let your body do what it wants. Don’t worry about it, don’t reach for it, just focus on how good I make you feel, okay?”

I’d long since learned that aiming for an orgasm and focusing on only that was a good way for a woman to lose the thread entirely. No, the key was to be in the moment and just let it happen.

“Y-yes,” she breathed, letting her eyes flutter closed.

My thumb found its way to her clit, which was already so slick and swollen and waiting for me.

Despite everything, I was gentle. Felicia was a woman, not a record in a DJ booth.

But I ramped it up in accordance with her reactions, until finally—just when I thought I was about to blow—she tightened all around me and would have jackknifed off the bed if it weren’t for my grip on her.

The way her walls fluttered around me was my undoing, and I managed a few more thrusts before I spilled inside her, my vision and mind going completely white under the full onslaught of unequivocal gratification.

“God…” Felicia wheezed as I held myself above her, pulsing my hips slightly through the aftershocks of our climaxes. Hers lasted longer than mine, and even though my arms were trembling, I kept myself there as long as she needed.

When the trembling faded, I collapsed beside her, breathing hard. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so… contented. So sated. It was so easy to forget that we’d only just met each other because it felt like she’d been part of my life for months.

The comfortable rest could only last for so long, however, as nature called, and we both needed to be responsible with a post-sex pee. Not exactly romantic, but necessary if she wanted to avoid a UTI and I wanted to look like a regular human.

Felicia went first, and I took the opportunity to stretch out on the bed, reveling in both our scents as I did. Once more, I was struck by just how incredible her scent was. She’d always smelled lovely, but tonight it was pushed to the next level.

“I don’t know whatever your perfume is, but I have to say it’s incredible,” I said once she stepped out of the bathroom, all flushed and dreamy-eyed, a glass of water in her hand.

“Do you like it?” she asked, then gulped down the water.

“Yeah, I have to say I’m a fan.”

“I shaved a bunch of Irish Spring and mixed it with my deodorant and some in my lotion.”

“Irish Spring?” I asked, more than a little surprised. “Like the cheap bar soap?” I wasn’t judging—the fragrance had smelled like something high-end and fancy.

“Yeah, I saw in a nature documentary that a lot of wolves loved Irish Spring, so I wanted to see if it worked.”

I chuckled for a moment before her words caught up with me. My blood ran cold. “Wait, what? Wolves?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what you are, aren’t you?”