Page 39 of The Alpha and the Baker

Holy fuck! She was too perfect. How could she speak to the gentler sides of me, the sides that wanted to protect, worship, and coddle, as well as the wild side of me that wanted to bite, and breed, and bruise?

I’d never really found a balance—too full of anxiety and trying to make the best decision possible for my pack, too wild to settle down and establish a bloodline like I was supposed to.

But all of that vanished with Felicia. It was all so easy. So natural. Just the two of us, how we made each other feel, and nothing else.

“Tap three times,” I growled.

The way her pupils dilated had my cock throbbing in her grip. I loved that she was so reactive to me. It made me feel powerful in a way that couldn’t be taken, only given.

“Yes, sir.”

And then her mouth was on me.

For a moment, my entire vocabulary condensed into one-word sentences that rushed through my mind in a whirling dervish of unadulterated pleasure.

Hot. Wet. Soft. Slick. I wished I could say I maintained at least that level of coherency, but once she slid me deeper into her mouth, those monosyllables became more noise than actual words. My fingers curled in her hair, gripping her in place.

“ Mmm ?” Those dark eyes of hers flicked up to me, those perfect, pretty lips of hers stretched around my cock, and I nearly busted right then and there. All that kept me from losing it was my determination to show Felicia a damn good time since she was sacrificing sleep for me.

“You feel incredible,” I rumbled before putting a little pressure on her head, just an experimental amount, and she sank farther down on my length like she was made for it.

I wasn’t going to last long.

I knew it, she knew it—even my wolf knew it. The air was thick with warmth and desire, making it difficult to think, difficult to breathe . There was only Felicia’s mouth, and tongue, and those beautiful little sounds that escaped her as she worked me over.

I wanted it to go on forever, but there were some things that just weren’t possible, even with superhuman endurance. When I felt that telltale tug of ecstasy in my gut, I desperately pulled Felicia off.

“Sorry, did I use too much teeth?” she asked, lips so spit-slick and swollen that I couldn’t resist kissing her again. One, because she was the most stunning, perfect creature I’d ever seen, and two, I needed a goddamn minute to collect myself.

“No,” I said when we parted. “I just didn’t want to end the festivities so soon, if you catch my drift.”

Her eyes went wide, and it might have been comical if I weren’t still grappling with the urge to ravish her until she couldn’t even stand long enough to roll out the dough she needed for the next day.

“Don’t you have a practically non-existent refractory period?”

“What? Where did you hear that?”

This time she looked more bashful than overcome with lust. “I, uh… read it. Online.”

“Ah.” I leaned down and kissed her again, simply because I had to. And also because I wanted to, of course. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you can’t believe everything you read online?”

“I might recall hearing that once or twice.” She pouted a little. “So, it’s not true at all?”

“It’s shorter than a human male’s, and mine is pretty short. But I wouldn’t say non - existent. It’s noticeable enough that there’d be some downtime.”

“Well, I can figure out some things we can do in that downtime.”

It was my turn to give her a particularly salacious grin. “Lucky for you, I already have some of my own.”

“Is that so?”

I let my voice drop into the lowest rumble I consciously could, which I’d noticed elevated Felicia’s heartrate. “That is so .”

I lay back on the bed, grabbing one of her pillows for extra neck support. Much to my delight, Felicia unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down those gorgeous, strong thighs of hers. Fuck , she was utterly delicious.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she shucked them the rest of the way off.

“Preparing your seat.” I needed a breather, and in my opinion, I’d found the perfect way to get one.

“You’re kidding.”

Another rare benefit of being a shifter was that if my partner got a little too enthusiastic and damaged my nose, it would heal before they were any the wiser.

“Does this look like the face of a man who’s kidding?”

When she hesitated, I sat up, resting my hands on her bare waist. She was wearing a pair of plain, gray boyshorts, but it drove me crazy how they sat on those deliciously thick thighs of hers. No wonder she became a baker, with cake like that.

“You just made a cake pun in your head, didn’t you?”

“What? No!” I lied like a lying liar who lied. And I should have known better, because Felicia was insightful enough to level me with a stare .

“You’re looking at my thighs and smirking. You’re definitely thinking of cake puns.”

“Quick, a distraction!” I blurted before lying back and pulling her with me.

She let out a sharp bark of laughter and ended up half-straddling me. It took her a moment to fully settle, and there she was, a goddess with those devastating legs of hers on either side of me.

“You think you’re slick, don’t you?” I loved the levity in her tone. Although it felt like every cell in my body could possibly rip me apart just to get closer to her, I cherished the lightness of it all. Sex didn’t always have to be serious. It could be laughter and enjoying each other.

“I’m more interested in tasting how slick you are,” I countered with a line that would no doubt be “cringe” in any other situation, but it worked with the humor of the moment. Humor that had heat sizzling beneath it. “Your seat awaits you, my dear.”

“I…”

I fixed her with a more serious look. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but believe me when I tell you that I want nothing more than for you to sit on my face so we can see how many times I can get you to scream my name before we accidentally bleach my stubble.”

Was that refined seduction? Not in the slightest, but it did the job. A deep flush swept down Felicia’s entire body, then she slowly knee-walked up the mattress until finally, she was hovering above my face. Despite my love of her boyshorts, I gripped them on either side and ripped.

“Hey!”

“I’ll replace them,” I growled, then my mouth was on her.

Heaven. It was pure heaven. I alternated between gripping her hips and encouraging her to grind down on me, and letting my hands run across her perfect, silken skin.

In those moments of roaming, I reveled in the feel of her against my rough palms, almost like one of those warm, sticky glazes that she would use on her perfectly assembled desserts.

I explored every curve, every divot. And oh, did I taste that sweet release as she filled every single one of my senses.

Time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except Felicia and the pleasure I could feel building inside her. I didn’t even have to encourage her to move her hips anymore; she did so with abandon as she gripped my hair to keep herself steady.

The fact that I could reduce this brilliant woman to a sweating, panting mess with just my mouth was a huge stroke to my ego. There was something so visceral about giving my partner enough pleasure to short-circuit their beautiful brain.

“Holy fuck, Cas, I’m gonna—I’m so clo ? — ”

She couldn’t quite get the words out. Her nails scraped against my scalp, and her thighs clamped around my head.

I chased after her pleasure with her, keeping up all of my ministrations as she cried out loud enough that there was no doubt the neighbors heard it.

I didn’t care. Let them hear. My wolf and I wanted the entire world to know how I satisfied my partner.

My ma ? —

Nope. Not that.

Not yet at least.

I couldn’t say how long Felicia was suspended in her own ecstasy above me, but I prolonged it as much as I could until she pushed my head away and scooted back to sit on my chest.

“Holy hell, nobody’s ever been able to make me come like that.

” She panted, and God, I loved how utterly spent she looked.

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, cheeks red, chest heaving, her lips ruby and swollen.

She was a vision all right, one I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to see, let alone taste. Let alone touch.

God, I was the luckiest wolf alive.

“Then let’s see if we can do it again,” I said, sliding my hands around to knead my thumbs into the generous swell of her cheeks.

I fucking loved that she had so much to grip there, that she was dappled with stretch marks, veins, and striations of her strong muscles beneath.

She was just so womanly . It was so fucking hot.

“Cas, you can’t be serious,” she panted, using her forearm to sweep her hair out of her face. And fuck , if that wasn’t the wrong —or exactly right—thing to do because my body had a visceral reaction to the move.

“Oh, I assure you, I am.” I wiped my face, then settled back once again. “Like I said, I want to hear you scream my name, and that hasn’t happened nearly enough yet.”