Burning Spice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

I already nearly forgot I had just signed my divorce papers last night. Why was I so excited? And why was Ashley taking so long to pick up her food and come back to this seat? And just as I thought of Ashley “Girl, I don't know how you served your meal so fast but there was just so much to choose from, I had to take my time” Ashley came back with a huge smile on her face. “Look at this cupcake Emily. Why didn't you pick that?” “I don't know, maybe I should get it too” I was still distracted by my thoughts of this young man.

She told me she had learned baking through youtube and she's inspired to make it so she bring oven here and thankfully they allow it. " Strawberry cookies for the beauties!" "Thank you so much for this, Pat!" I stretch my arms, picking a cookie but I quickly let go of it when I feel like my fingertips is burning so hot. "I think you know it's newly baked, I hope you know it's still hot." "Sorry, I got excited to taste it. Specially that it's you who baked it." "I know you just wanted to eat. You don't have to flirt with me." I laughed, " I wasn't flirting with you."

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

She shout/yell and I face palm myself. "Yeah, announced it where all people here are werewolves with heighten hearing senses!"I whine and she just chuckle. "My baby and yours should be best friend too!" She clapped her hands as the timer beep. She rash to it and open the oven without using any hand protection. Everyone knows that the cookies plate is BURNING HOT when fresh bakes. She gasps as she put the cookies from the counter and blowing her hands, I burst into fit of laughter.

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”

The moment I bit into the first cookie, my wolf growled. What’s wrong? I asked him without delay, even as I ate the rest of the cookie. Spit out, he growled once again. Indeed, the cookie tasted rather funny, almost like there was a rose incorporated into the dough or something. Sadly, I had already swallowed, and it was too late to spit it out. “Do you like it?” She asked me in a sweet tone of voice. “What did you do?” I asked at once. “Nothing,” she drawled, as she looked at me with something akin to lust in her eyes. “I am just taking back what’s mine.”

He picked up a piece of spiced bread and tore it in half, holding the smaller piece out to me. I didn’t move. He sighed and set the bread in my palm, closing my fingers around it. His touch was warm, solid, anchoring. I hated how my chest tightened. “Please,” he murmured. “For me.” I clenched my jaw, fighting the sting in my eyes. I didn’t want kindness. I didn’t want gentleness. I wanted vengeance. But my stomach twisted with hunger pains, so I brought the bread to my lips and took a small bite. The spices — clove, cinnamon, and pepper — burned across my tongue, forcing me back into my body.

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”