The Alpha and The Baker

by Roxie Ray

For the ones who know that love is built in the quiet moments — in soft laughter over spilled flour, the comfort of a hand at your back, and the kind of kiss that tastes like frosting and forever. For the bakers, the believers, the ones who dare to dream even when the oven’s cracked and the bills are due. And for every soul who’s ever craved a love that’s slow to rise… but utterly impossible to resist once it does. May you find someone who looks at you the way Cas looks at cake… hungry, reverent, and a little bit unholy.

“Yeah, I saw in a nature documentary that a lot of wolves loved Irish Spring, so I wanted to see if it worked.” I chuckled for a moment before her words caught up with me. My blood ran cold. “Wait, what? Wolves?” “Well, yeah. That’s what you are, aren’t you?”

Stranger things had happened. Like sleeping with a probable werewolf and not being that concerned about it.

and

No wonder she became a baker, with cake like that. “You just made a cake pun in your head, didn’t you?” “What? No!” I lied like a lying liar who lied.

Sex didn’t always have to be serious. It could be laughter and enjoying each other.

I fucking hated when guys were completely silent or could only offer a deep exhale through their nose. Moans, groans, and growls were all feedback and let me know how good I was making him feel, which in turn made my body burn that much hotter.

I didn’t really consider limes to be ‘sour’, but maybe I just wasn’t that kind of white.