All Chapters of The Alpha And The Baker: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I knew that if that changed, or if I wavered in any way, Cas would stop as soon as I asked it. No ifs, ands, or buts. That couldn’t be said for all men, but I knew right to my bones that Cas would never, ever go further than his partner wanted.And that was so fucking hot.His face lowered, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead he spoke, the outline of his lips barely brushing mine. It drove me crazy, albeit the best kind of crazy. “What I really want to do is get that dress off of you and have dessert.” Fuck.Maybe someone else would find that cheesy, but I was all for it. I crashed my mouth to his, and he nipped at my bottom lip, his fingers biting into the soft swell of my hips.I didn’t think I’d ever told him I liked a little bit of rough with my pleasure—that strength and prowess turned me on just as much as kindness and humor, and yet somehow he knew. He just knew.Almost like we were meant to be.Hold your horses there, girlie.That was about th

“Fuck, Cas! Fuck!” Not exactly eloquent, but I was honestly surprised that I could speak at all. I probably would have bitten my own tongue if Cas didn’t start kissing me again.It was almost like he was trying to drink in my orgasm. He was the grounding anchor to the deluge of ecstasy racking my body. Had I ever come that hard before? My recall wasn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t.“There you go,” Cas rumbled as I started to come down. Once I could open my eyes and interpret what he was saying, I started to feel a little self-conscious. I’d just had one of the best orgasms of my life, and we were only on the preamble. “You were incredible.”“I was incredible?” I asked, a bit more wheezy than I would have liked. “Pot meet kettle.”He laughed softly, and that sound had my libido flaring right back up. I tended to be a one-and-done girl when I orgasmed, so my willingness to go again surprised me. Granted, I rarely climaxed during foreplay. Usually, i

Fuck, was I really thinking of a mating bite already? I’d just met Felicia. We hadn’t even known each other for a month. But as I stared down at her, watching as she took my cock, watching how that flush spread all the way down her body, I could picture it perfectly.But the future was for the future. For now, I had the moment, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I cut off all wandering thoughts as well as the urge to claim her, and narrowed my focus to the moment and only the moment.Every sigh of pleasure was an invaluable treasure. Every moan its own gold mine. I let them spur me on, flesh meeting flesh with fervor.Stamina was never an issue for me, but I felt my end approaching much faster than usual. I supposed some of it was because it had been a while for me, but that part felt small. Mostly, it was just Felicia. Her grip on me was incredible, like the warmest, most welcoming velvet vise. And every time our eyes met, it was like actual lightning seared through me. It was like bein

Chris patted my shoulder. I appreciated the comfort, even if now I felt stupider than ever. “Hey, I know this isn’t ideal, but it’s not like you’re the only one who dropped the ball. Besides, maybe you’re not the only shifter she knows. She handled the reunion so well and was super chill about lying in a pile of wolves. Maybe she’s the one who bungled telling you she knew about our world.”If that was the case, then I’d really embarrassed myself by bolting out like that. Still, the possibility was comforting, because imagining Felicia was a serial killer who hunted my kind made my stomach twist and my mind rebel. “Let’s look her up.”“Shouldn’t be too hard if she’s a regular human.”I wanted to argue that there was nothing regular about Felicia, but I figured it wasn’t really the time. Especially if she did turn out to be a hunter.First was a general search using the standard engine, and a lot of information about her bakery came up. There was a small article in the paper as well as

I did. For a time, at least. But whenever I had a few minutes to myself, I was looking at my phone for more articles and message boards.As confusing as it all was, by the time closing rolled around, I had come to a concrete conclusion: werewolves were not evil by nature. They were just like humans in the fact that there were lovely ones, horrible ones, and plenty of neutral ones.I was certain of where the McCallisters fit.Even with the full force of my creative imagination, I couldn’t imagine Penny or Polly being evil, bloodthirsty creatures who ripped innocent people limb from limb. Nor could I imagine the pile of young wolves I’d cuddled with hunting down a human.No, if they were werewolves, they were lovely ones.The real question was… did I even care? I didn’t think so.So what if they were mythical creatures? What did it matter? In fact, it was actually pretty cool. Other than wondering about the complications of being a shapeshifter in the modern age, the whole thing seemed