Page 70 of The Alpha and the Baker
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 sowomanly. It was so fucking hot.
“Cas, you can’t be serious,” she panted, using her forearm to sweep her hair out of her face. Andfuck, if that wasn’t the wrong—or exactly right—thing to do because my body had avisceralreaction 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 happenednearlyenough yet.”
Felicia
Wild Ride
My night was goingwaybetterthan 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 dinnerandto 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 goddamnwoman.
And boy, did I like it. Alot.
“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—noneof 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 wasjustshy 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.”
