The Alpha And The Baker

“This way,” I said, gesturing to the dining room. It was likely to be more crowded because the young ones preferred the living room. And as much as I loved the teens, preteens, and kids, they could be too much. But then again, our reunions were too much too, and Felicia had handled that just…

“Wait, when did you have a chance to talk to her?” Although the first part of the day had gone by insanely fast for me, everything had definitely slowed down once I got to spend one-on-one time with Felicia. If somebody asked me, I could recall every minute we’d spent together. Every word. Every micro-expression…

The idea of Felicia not being a hunter was certainly appealing, but how much of that was just wistful thinking? I was so turned about inside my mind. My embarrassment at how fast I’d peeled out of her place was growing by the second. Should I have laughed it off? Pretended she was crazy? Heard…

I suppose I had my answer then. The guy I was interested in was likely a cryptid that had inspired many movies, stories, and scary stories. So what? “That’s it then,” I said. Perhaps I’d come to my conclusion a little fast, but when I knew something, I just knew it. There was enough self-doubt…

He didn’t say anything, and I wondered if he could hear how hard my heart was beating. The man he had been talking to jogged toward us, and I saw he was indeed Arietty’s owner. Wait. Not owner. Brother? Father? Jeez, I really did have a lot of little questions once all the big questions…

What. The. Hell. Not only was Felicia very much not a Wild Hunter, but she seemed completely at ease with the revelation that there were entire species of magical folks she had no idea about living among humans. It was hard to believe, but the proof was in the pudding. Sure, her heart had been…

It seemed I was about to find out. As he lay me down on my mattress, I felt like an ancient goddess about to be worshipped. I’d never been looked at like that, touched like that, none of it. And I never wanted it to stop. “Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop,” he…

“That’s it, baby. You’re so wet and pretty for me already. Could keep you like this all night and never get tired of it. Make you come on my hand, on my face, on my thighs until these jeans smell like you and only you.” My hands roved over the muscles of his chest and…

I huffed out a laugh. I was on the larger side, but I wasn’t freakishly large. With patience, effort, and a whole lot of foreplay, things would go just fine. “I could always make you come again.” I was not bluffing. Sure, I was desperate to be inside her, but having her come on my…

Not everyone liked a little sting with their sensation, but I did. It was the perfect punctuation to my pleasure. Granted, not everyone had the ability to heal from a gunshot in an hour, so I supposed it was a bit different for them. “I-I’m close,” Felicia sputtered as I felt the head of my…