Page 122 of The Alpha and the Baker
It was a strange sensation against my front at first, with the place where I had been sitting being a bit damp andverywarm, 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. “Sofuckingbeautiful.” 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 wouldneverget 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.
Thegrowlthat issued from Cas was pure sin, and I felt more goosebumps layering on top of the ones that came before. I loved hearing and seeing andfeelingCas become unhinged. It felt like an honor to be shown a side of him not many got to see. After all, he was their unflappable alpha. Their leader. Their charming and level-headed revelation after all the chaos that the former gambling alpha had put them through.
But with me? He could be justCas,the wolf and the man.
“Fuck,” was all he said before he bunched my dress around my waist. I heard his zipper release, then he was flush againstme again, cock sliding against my wetness, back and forth in the most tantalizing promise.
Neither of us were really in a teasing mood, and he only did it long enough to coat himself in enough of my arousal.
The first few times, I’d needed more than a couple orgasms to take all of himself inside me, my body had grown more accustomed to him. Besides, I was so wet I was surprised my toes weren’t slipping in a puddle of my own making.
“Smells so good,” he rumbled, sounding more and more feral by the second. “Gonna make you scream, gonnabreedyou.”
Breed me? If I wasn’t on birth control, that might have been something I would object to. But considering that I had the implant and it still had a whole two years before it expired, the declaration only made my brain light up pleasantly.Breed me?Hell yeah. Why the fuck not?
“Give me your pups,” I pleaded, hoping I was using the nomenclature correctly. I was pretty sure that I’d heard it before but it was hard to say. My brain was too fogged over with unabashed lust, desire, and love. “Breed me, baby.”
“Fuck!”
Not exactly eloquent, but I got it, I did. And then the head of his cock was lined up with my entrance, and he pushed forward faster than he ever had before.
“Cas!” I gasped. The burning stretch of it, the relief of beginning to be filled, the heat rapidly building… it overwhelmed my senses. But then Cas was leaning over me, his teeth grazing my neck as he kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder.
“Just breathe, sweetheart. You can take this. You were made for it, weren’t you?”
All I could do was let out a whine. I could feel myself sinking down into submission. It was as if it were a tangible blanket—warm, comforting, and weighted.
“That’s it,” he continued as he pushed deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
“You take me so perfectly. Like you… you…”
I couldn’t tell if he was struggling with his words because he was losing himself to his wolf, or because he wasn’t sure he should say whatever was on his mind. I hoped it was the latter part, because a majority was hoping for him to say something in particular.
“Like I was meant to?” I hedged cautiously before deciding to throw everything to the wind. “Like we were fated to meet?”
At that, the slow, agonizing, anddeliciouspush halted, and Cas stilled, his lips leaving my shoulder.
Shit, had I just ruined the entire mood?
Worry flooding me, I glanced over my shoulder at my love. Thankfully, he didn’t look upset, only shocked.
“You know about fated mates?”
“I do,” I said, marveling at how I so often managed to throw him for a loop. It wasn’t personal, but I did seem to have a knack for it.
“And you think we’re that?”
