Page 40 of The Alpha and the Baker

Felicia

Wild Ride

My night was going way better than I expected.

I’d driven all the way out to the McCallister land with plenty of hope in my heart, but I hadn’t expected to be invited to a family dinner and to agree to be in a relationship with the pack’s alpha.

Actually, maybe “relationship” was me getting ahead of myself, but that was fine. We had definitely agreed to casually date.

Which meant I was going out with a shifter. A shifter who was currently eating me out like he wanted to make his way all the way to my heart.

“Fuck, Cas, I can’t come again, I can’t,” I panted, thighs trembling.

Although I was what was considered a “straight size” in the clothing world, I was bottom-heavy enough that I’d always been leery of perching my pussy on my partner’s face. But when I’d tried to hover slightly, to take some of my weight onto my own haunches, Cas pulled me down onto him.

And, fuck, if that didn’t do it for me.

There was something so magical, primal even, about being able to surrender myself entirely to pleasure. No posing, no looking ethereal or put together. I was sweaty, I was panting, and judging by the fervor Cas was working me over with, he liked it just fine.

“Yes, you can,” Cas growled into me, giving me the rare reprieve. While I definitely needed a lot of foreplay to accommodate his size, we were working toward orgasm number three, and my lower half was going numb. “Just sit back and let your body do what it knows to do, sweetheart.”

God, that pet name with his slight drawl made my entire body shiver. It was like he was designed to appeal to every single sense in my mind and body.

“If I sit back, I’m going to fall,” I panted. “ Please , Cas.”

Something about the desperation in my voice must have given him pause, because his grip loosened enough for me to return to my perch on his chest. I tried not to think about the sticky, wet patch I would leave on those gorgeous pecs of his, but it was hard not to because damn, his musculature felt so good below me. Secure. Strong. Masculine.

“You need to be filled, don’t you?” he growled, that teasing, pleasant expression of his gone and leaving only pure, undiluted desire.

It was so intense it almost made me want to hide, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but preen at it.

When he stared at me like that, I felt mighty .

Like I could bring down entire armies. But also, I felt like such a goddamn woman.

And boy, did I like it. A lot.

“I do,” I rasped, bracing my hands on his shoulders so I could catch my breath.

I found it insane that this whole face-sitting thing had started because he needed a break after nearly losing it from me giving him head.

That did wonders to my ego. I didn’t care what kind of awful customers I got for the next month— none of them would be able to say anything to me to diminish this feeling. “Please, Cas.”

I wasn’t usually one to beg in bed. It often felt a bit degrading, but there was no such sentiment like that with Cas. I wanted what I wanted, and that was okay. Everything was safe with him.

How could I possibly feel that way about a guy I’d only just gotten to know? Statistically, it seemed impossible. Then again, he was a shifter, so maybe statistics weren’t exactly relevant to the situation.

“Your wish is my command,” he said in a perfect mirror to our first time sleeping together. And then, the next thing I knew, I was suddenly on my knees, my chest pressed down into the hot mattress.

I’d known Cas radiated heat, but I wasn’t quite prepared for how much of it my mattress absorbed. Quickly, I noted that maybe I should invest in a cooling mattress topper, but I didn’t get much further than that before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my soaking entrance.

“Oh my god.” I gasped in anticipation. I’d never really been a size queen, but there was something about the way that Cas stretched me out that made my brain go wonky. It was just shy of painful in the most perfect way, lighting up my entire body in a rush of so much .

“There you are, sweetheart,” Cas murmured as he steadily pushed his hips forward, taking his time to let my body adjust to him. “You take me so fucking good.”

Did I? It felt like I was about to shake apart in all the best ways.

Just straight up vibrate out of existence.

For both of us being relatively clothed, I felt laid out and stripped bare.

Completely open with his fingers splayed across the small of my back.

He wasn’t pushing me into the mattress, but rather anchoring me there.

“That’s it. You’ve almost got all of me. There you go, there you go. Just like that.”

After what felt like hours, his hips met the swell of my ass, and he held himself there for several minutes, allowing me to adjust. I was trembling, but his hand on my back and the other on my hip grounded me.

“You tell me when you want to stop, sweetheart. I’ll only ever give you as much as you can take.”

Pride and molten desire mixed together, a potent combination. I was being pushed to my limits, but I loved it. I wanted to shatter those limits and rise to even newer heights, always progressing, always conquering, always more.

“I will,” I said, my voice raw. “Please, I can take it.”

“I know you can, baby, I know.” As if to punctuate that statement, Cas pulled out about halfway before thrusting fully inside me again. The sound that punched out of my throat was debauchery incarnate, but I didn’t care. I could not be shamed. I was too lost in ecstasy.

God, if it was this intense for our second time, I couldn’t even imagine the fifth. Or the tenth. One thing was certain, though. I was certainly not going to have a boring bedroom life. Maybe they should have put that on the online forums!

Then again, maybe not. There were already enough weirdos on those message boards without me telling them my shifter boyfriend was fantastic in bed.

Mmmm, boyfriend. I like the sound of that.

I didn’t even have time to contemplate that because Castiel was sliding out yet again.

True to his word, he never went faster than my body was ready for.

I felt as cared for as much as I felt ravaged, pinned below his large hands.

What a contradiction. But that was us—a wonderful, beautiful series of contradictions all bound up in each other.

I wouldn’t give that up for the world.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, Cas began to pick up his pace.

It was never quite fast enough for the impatient part of me, the one that was nearly feral and howling for more, more, more , but the rest of me was most grateful for it.

Since I could trust him to the be the responsible one, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I could just take it.

And take it I did.

It wasn’t long before my entire apartment was filled with the sound of our coupling.

Heated flesh met heated flesh while little mewls and whines escaped me every time he hit that sensitive place within me.

And he wasn’t silent either, which I loved.

God, I fucking hated when guys were completely silent or could only offer a deep exhale through their nose.

Moans, groans, and growls were all feedback and let me know how good I was making him feel, which in turn made my body burn that much hotter.

Waves of pleasure rose within me as Cas deepened the angle and pounded into me. I startled at its presence, so sure that I’d climaxed as much as I could. As my abdomen began to coil and jump with the simmering promise of ecstasy, I realized Cas was right.

I was going to come again.

The need to tell him, to scream at the top of my lungs, overwhelmed me. I must have gotten out something at least half intelligible, because I felt the deep rumble that issued from his chest, practically rattling my bones.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I knew you could. Let go, baby. Let go and let your body do what it knows how to do best.”

Filthy streams of encouragement continued to fall from his lips, and although his words were quite breathless, I understood every single one of them. It was like he was talking right to my soul, saying things I’d never even known I needed to hear and yet seemed destined for me.

“F-f-fuck, Cas!”

“There you are.”

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, overriding every other function of my body.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every single sense was so overwhelmed with passion, pleasure, and bliss that there wasn’t room for anything else.

It should have been torture, but it wasn’t.

It was the most delicious existence, and I was rapidly growing addicted to it.

“Shit, Felicia, the way you’re squeezing me…

” Cas groaned. Somehow, despite the neural storm going on in my head, I felt him empty into me and it ramped up my climax.

Everything grew more intense, and it lingered for what had to be nearly a minute before I collapsed into my mattress, Cas falling beside me.

“Holy shit…” I muttered once I was capable of speech, which was either a few minutes or a few years later. I couldn’t really tell.

“Holy shit, agreed,” Cas answered, and I did feel the tiniest inflation of my ego that he sounded equally spent. Surely wearing out a shifter had to be some sort of badge of honor. Again, probably not something I would go to the forums to brag about.

It did make me wish I had a gaggle of girlfriends to gossip with, however. I was sure I could find some sympathetic ears within the McCallister pack, but it definitely seemed like a social faux pas to talk about my late-night activities with their alpha.

Whoa… I was dating an alpha.

While I was a bit too human to know all the trappings of what that meant, it was pretty cool even to a layperson like me.

“Let me get you a cup of water,” Cas said. I almost begged him to stay, but I was absolutely parched, and a cool drink sounded amazing .

“Thanks. You know where my cups are?”

“Kitchen’s straight out here, just past the living room.”

“Right.” Gotta love an open - concept apartment.

Although I wanted nothing more than to just lie there, melted into my bed, I unfortunately did not have super-advanced healing abilities. So, I forced myself up and turned on my window fan to air out the room before heading to the bathroom.

Not exactly the sexiest thing, peeing after an intense romp in the hay, but important. I did what I had to do, and returned to bed when Cas entered my bedroom with two glasses of water.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I murmured, taking the one he offered me and nearly downing it. It was only with a stern mental reminder that I didn’t want stomach cramps that I stopped myself about halfway through it.

“You were incredible, you know,” Cas said, shucking off his pants and shirt before joining me in bed. He set his glass on my nightstand. It probably should have felt awkward, or like a hookup overstaying their welcome, but it wasn’t like that at all.

No, it felt like Cas belonged. Not only in my bed, but also in my apartment. In my bakery. Beside me.

I was falling much too hard, too fast, and yet I felt no compunction to brace myself. My arms were opened wide, and I surrendered myself to whatever was in store for me.

Which, for right now, was passing out with the guy I could see an entire future with, werewolf or not.

“You weren’t half bad yourself,” I murmured, tilting my head up as he pulled me to him.

“Glad you had a fun time.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and I melted the rest of the way. How did he always know exactly what to do to fill me with a fizzing sort of joie de vivre that couldn’t be ignored? “You ready to go to bed now, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I murmured, curling into his chest. “Yes, I am.”