Page 67 of The Alpha and the Baker

I reached down with one of my hands. I couldn’t quite bury my fingers in his hair. Cas took my hand and intertwined our fingers—a promise that although he was about to drive me mad with pleasure, he would be there for me the entire time. That he would never give me more than I could handle.

But he always, always, pushed me to the edge until I went over into blissful orgasm.

“Easy for you to say,” I shot back. Normally, mouthing off like that would make him give me a little nip, but he chuckled lightly and began to kiss and lick his way to my center.

Right when I thought he was going to kiss me through my soaking panties, he skipped over to the other thigh and gave it the same treatment.

Fuck, I loved the way he always worshipped every inch of me, and how apparent he made his appreciation for the biggest part of my body that so many people had mocked me for when I was younger.

As much as I enjoyed it, though, I was getting impatient.

“Enough teasing,” I begged as he reached my pussy again only to skip over it. “Please?”

He pulled away long enough to give me another heated expression, his lips already shining and pulled into a half-smirk. “You want me to get along with it?”

I nodded eagerly, wondering if it would really be so easy.

“All right then,” he rumbled, voice so low it was barely spoken words. “Remember, you asked for this.”

Before I could open my mouth to ask what he meant by that, his free hand gripped my underwear and ripped the fabric right in two.

I might have been annoyed if I was wearing one of my fancy sets, but I’d learned since our first time together that multi-packs of simple, cotton underwear were the way to go when I thought I was going to get some.

All thoughts of underthings suddenly seemed so unimportant when his mouth was on me, his lips, tongue, and nose working in tandem as he worked me up.

He kissed, he licked, he sucked, making me moan and grind against his face.

It was always so much . It threatened to overwhelm my senses in a way that no one ever had and ever would.

When his mouth finally fit over my swollen clit and he began to switch between flicking it with his tongue and applying suction, I doubled over and nearly tumbled to the floor. He caught me, one hand like an iron band on my thigh and the other still gripping my hand.

“Hold on,” he murmured into my thigh and guided my free hand to his hair. “We’re just getting started.”

He wasn’t kidding.

His shifter healing definitely helped because he didn’t seem to get any sort of lockjaw despite being down there for a considerable amount of time. I didn’t take long to orgasm with him, but I wasn’t Speedy Gonzales either. It took work. Work he definitely enjoyed.

When his fingers slid into me, I was a panting, sweaty mess. My chest was heaving, my entire body was shaking, and it felt like I was flirting with my approaching orgasm but not quite ready to commit.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice full of command that made goosebumps prickle along my heated flesh. “Wanna taste it before I fuck you right against this counter.”

Oh my god!

“I—”

To be quite honest, I had no idea what I wanted to say.

All I knew was that he crooked his fingers just so, hitting my G-spot with uncanny accuracy while also increasing the way his tongue moved across that sensitive bundle of nerves.

It was an all-out assault of pleasure, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

And then I was climaxing.

“Cas, fuck! Oh God! ” That was about the last coherent syllable I got out of my mouth before it was just a keening cry. I gripped his hand and hair even harder, my hips moving of their own accord.

Cas didn’t relent for my entire orgasm. He kept me going through it, prolonging it, until finally, I eased out of the deluge of bliss and edged into overstimulation.

He eased off at my hiss of discomfort, and when he stood, I collapsed against him, breathing hard. I felt like I had just run a marathon and then had all the bones removed from my body, leaving just flesh that was exhausted from the sheer ecstasy.

“There you are. Easy, sweetheart, just breathe for me.”

My eyes slid closed as I listened to his words and felt his heartbeat against my chest. A steady, comforting sound, even if it was a bit faster than normal.

Not exactly shocking considering the circumstances.

Like usual, I could feel sleepiness trying to creep in, fueled by the powerful contentment running through all my limbs, but I didn’t let it settle.

No, although my body was flooded with all sorts of happy chemicals, my mind—and I liked to think my soul—wanted more .

Granted, when didn’t I want more with Cas?

“Catch your breath for me. That was perfect. You came so prettily for me, didn’t you? I knew you would.”

His tone made my heart ache and celebrate at the same time.

The emotions I could pick up through his words was borderline overwhelming, and yet I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

The fondness, the pride, the love, the certainty.

It was all so much in a way I never, ever, wanted to be without for the rest of my life.

No, even after only a couple months of dating, I was absolutely certain that I wanted to grow old, wrinkled, and covered with fur with the man standing in front of me.

I didn’t want to throw around the word fated —I’d learned that had a lot of cultural significance for shifters—but in my heart that felt true. It felt right.

Or maybe I was just really in my feelings after coming so hard my eyes would have been crossed were they open.

If there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, it was that I loved Cas from the top of my head to the very soles of my feet. I loved him with an intensity I didn’t know I was capable of.

A bit more centered, I raised my head and locked gazes with my boyfriend.

That word didn’t seem powerful enough for what was between us.

As usual, his bright green eyes were as blazing as they were soft, drawing me in just like they had that first day when he’d rushed into my shop.

But this time, instead of the casual intrigue of bantering with a stranger, I saw so much reflected in his gaze.

I would always admire that about Cas. His ability to handle so much responsibility and remain a figurehead for his entire pack, but still feel so much and communicate his emotions.

Strong, silent types weren’t really my type. No, I liked anxiety-ridden farm boys with a heart of gold and a sense of duty that would bring an army to its knees.

Naturally, with so much staring back at me from those pools of shining green, all that sleepiness fled my body, and I had to kiss him.

So, I did.

He still tasted of me—salty, slightly tangy, a flavor I was plenty familiar with, and yet it made the fire that had banked within me blaze right back to life with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.

I kissed him even harder than I had before, clinging to him, demanding, and I didn’t mistake the pleased rumble that escaped his chest. I couldn’t hear all the subharmonics that he and his pack members communicated with, but I could definitely hear that.

I couldn’t say how long we stayed like that, because when we were together, time became irrelevant.

Our mouths moved together, our hands gripped each other, and my legs once wrapped around his hips, coaxing him closer.

I wanted to feel the heat of him right against my wet core, have him nearly burn me with his incredible shifter heat.

“I want you,” I said, my lips so close to his as I spoke that we were practically kissing again.

“You have me.” He cupped my face, his rough thumbs gently stroking my cheeks.

It never ceased to amaze me how he could eat me out like an animal, fuck me rough and hard with no mercy—not that I wanted mercy—but also be so incredibly sweet and soft with me.

It was like he saw me as a whole person and wanted to take care of every aspect of Felicia, not just the convenient parts.

How did I ever get so lucky?

I didn’t know, but I didn’t question it. I squeezed my thighs around him, enjoying the slight hiss he let out.

“I want you inside me, Cas.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I didn’t know how he always had the perfect thing to say when so often he turned my brain to soup, but I didn’t let my thoughts linger on that too long. Maybe I could ask him later, when I wasn’t nearly feral for him to fill me.

Cas took a step back, then picked me up again. I thought he was going to carry me to the bedroom this time, but no. He set me down on the ground, making sure that I was steady, then turned me around.

“Cas?” I asked, my mind lagging two steps behind.

“Shhh,” he urged, then one of his hands was on my back, bending me over the counter. Oh. “Just giving you what you asked for so prettily, sweetheart.”

Fuck, that was unfair.

It was a strange sensation against my front at first, with the place where I had been sitting being a bit damp and very warm, but the rest of it being quite cold to the touch.

And yet I enjoyed the strange juxtaposition of sensations.

It grounded me when I felt like I could possibly vibrate out of my body with desire.

“Want you so fucking bad,” Cas said, running his hands over my ass and squeezing lightly. “So fucking beautiful.” He leaned over me, his warm breath brushing my ear. His weight against me, pressing me further into the counter, was like a drug, sinking me deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

I would never get tired of this.

“Take me,” I rasped, turning my head to the side and letting it rest against the cool counter. “Fill me. Fuck me. I want all of it.”

Before Cas I’d never been much for dirty talk, yet after just a bit together I was already making wanton demands. I supposed that was growth.