My Alpha and His Cake: Alpha and His Ace, #2

By Ana J. Phoenix

Aidan and Brandon are nearing their one year anniversary, and things seem to be going well. Mostly. Sometimes Brandon disappears for hours at a time, and he won't tell Aidan where he's been. Aidan's worries about this, but when he finds out what his wolf's been up to, the answer leaves him speechless.

Short Story sequel to The Alpha and His Ace.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ana J. Phoenix
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513078366

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Copyright July 2015 by Ana J. Phoenix

Cover Art by Ana J. Phoenix

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Acknowledgment

I have to thank Kate and Ben for their beta-reading efforts. Love you, guys.

My Alpha and His Cake

I woke to the feeling of fingers stroking through my hair. Bran wasn't trying to wake me, but he almost always did, anyway. He usually woke before me, and he could never keep his hands to himself. I didn’t mind, though. One of us had to be forthcoming about their affection, and it might as well be him, because it wasn’t going to be me. And I wasn’t going to tell him that I was up just yet. I didn’t want him to feel bad. In all honesty, I enjoyed these moments of affectionate silence between us in the mornings, before the stress of the day settled in and Bran had to take care of his pack and I had to go to work and then he’d be off to god knows where after…

That had been happening more often lately. I’d call him after work and he wouldn’t tell me where he was. Bothered me more than it should too.

Unaware of my thoughts, Bran pressed a light kiss to the back of my neck. I sighed, pulling myself back into the present.

Morning, handsome, he said.

I yawned. Morning. I backed up a little to get closer to him, not quite ready to step out of bed yet. He slung an arm around my waist. Behind me, I could feel his dick tenting his boxers. Hey there, morning wood. The first few times we’d woken up in bed together, he’d gotten embarrassed about those. Even when I was sporting one too. He was a bit ridiculous, sometimes, my wolf. Adorable, though. Feeling evil, I wriggled a little to rub my backside over the bulge in his boxers. He made a hilariously exasperated noise.

Aidan.

Yeah? I turned around to face him, kissed his nose, then his mouth. He deepened the kiss, pulling me closer. Over the past few months, he'd become one hell of a kisser. Maybe he tried so hard because I'd told him I liked kissing, and he was always trying to make me happy. He mostly succeeded too.

He moved a little until his dick came to rest against my thigh, straining the fabric of his underwear. Wanting to do something about that, I reached around until I had a firm grip on his ass and pressed him closer. He let out a soft groan and started moving his hips,