Chapter 11 | Zoe

Chapter 11

Zoe

I stare at Stodax for a bit longer, even though he looks fine. I know that he's fine too, but I can't tear my eyes away from him.

He has been working here for a while now, he's fine.

He really is fine.

But...

The Christmas music is still going. The tree stands behind him, giving a nice background to where we stand. The bakery remains the same as before he told me about his past, but at the same time, everything feels different.

He had come a long way to be here.

My mind goes blank when I try to imagine things he has gone through. Now, I feel bad about being mad at him for how it feels like I can't communicate with him at times. If I were him, I wouldn't want to talk too much about such a past, too.

"Boss..." He shrugs. "I know you care about me. But I'm fine. There's nothing to stare at."

I look away. "Sorry. I don't mean to stare. I was just... You should have told me."

He squeezes my shoulders. "Were you going to come to my rescue sooner?"

He always puts a smile on my face despite... It was a bleak situation that shouldn't be a joke. He continues, "It is over already. I want to think about the future. I can't promise you anything when..." He spreads his arms to the side. "I still don't have much. But I just want you to know that I'll try my best."

"Try your best for me?"

He nods. "Yes. I'm not sure what I can do other than work at the bakery, though. It feels like I should have achieved more."

I shake my head. "No, that's not important. I just want to make sure that I'll be with a good guy, you know?"

He smiles. "I do. I think I've found a nice place."

I hold his hand. "And you want me as your mate."

"Yeah. I think I know what it means. I'll take care of you. I can make all the cakes. I'll survive Christmas with you."

I laugh. "Sounds like a deal. We can only try our best. I won't force you to like Christmas. You can be yourself without trying to please anyone."

"Let's try the cake?"

I nod. He takes my hand, gently squeezing it. He kisses my forehead and hugs me again. "I think you're the Christmas present."

I let out a breath, enjoying his warmth. "It's not exactly Christmas, but yes, we may be each other's Christmas present after all. When I started this bakery, I had never thought about getting a mate. After I started running this place, that didn't even pass through my head with how busy this place is. I don't have time to see anyone. but you invited yourself here."

"And overstayed."

"Please, just keep overstaying."

"I'm not leaving. This is my home now, right?"

"You have to make work your home, huh?"

He kisses me again. Maybe we won't be enjoying the cake soon.

His lips set me on fire. His touches light sparks through my body, making me a pile of tingly mess. I gasp when the real spark comes. "Fuck..."

He chuckles. "You like this, right?" He snaps his fingers again, letting the glow between his fingers go off.

"Yes. I like you more, though."

He grunts and picks me up. "You just have to be a tease."

He puts me onto the kitchen island, next to the cake. "Hm... We should try it while it's fresh, though."

"Just get the forks."

He makes me hungry for him, but we can spend some time with the cake first.

He gives me a fork, and both of us decide that a knife isn't needed. It is a small cake, but more than enough for both of us. I take a forkful. "Strawberry chocolate, huh?"

"Do you like it? I think this is your favorite. We make so many of these every day."

I take a bite. The icing melts, and the cake seems to melt too. It is a thick chocolate cake with sweet strawberry pieces within the cream, which is also chocolate-flavored. "Mm... Amazing. You've learned a lot."

He takes a bite too. "This. I like it too. I'd never seen something like this until I was in the space station. I only dreamed about trying it. I didn't have the money. But I'm here with you and we can have cakes whenever we want. In theory, of course. Feels like I'm dreaming."

He's almost sweeter than the cake itself. I lean into him as I get more cake. "Right? It is my childhood dream to be around cakes and pastry all the time. Now, I guess I live my dream, except most of what we make isn't for ourselves."

I lick the fork for the last bit of cream before I continue. "But you just have to give it a try. Like you, running away into the unknown is scary. If they caught you, you'd die ugly."

He lets out a breath. "Yeah... but if I stayed, I may die someday, too. There were beings they beat up who were never seen again. Who knew what happened to them? When I fled, I didn't have the time to think it over. I just did it. Regretted it when I was on my own, roaming without a destination. But I was lucky enough that it worked out. Knowing what I know now, I don't know whether I would have dared."

"I'm surely happy that you did it."

He rests his forehead on mine. "Yes, I'm more than happy to have found you, too. Now that I think about it, maybe I lied a tiny bit."

I lift my brows at him. "About which part?"

"I told you all I did after work was eat, sleep, and wake up for work."

"Yeah..."

He takes my hands and puts them onto his horns. "I also think about you."

"Hm... So, thinking about fucking me all the time."

"Yes, and then some. I still don't get it. I just can't stop myself from thinking about you. But it always feels like I'm not good enough."

"Makes it sound like I'm picky."

"Are you not? Good to be with whoever?"

"Only someone who can send sparks through my veins."

He smirks. "Sounds like my kind of female."

I kiss him. My body almost melts as he devours me. I've thought of being with someone, but those were passing thoughts. Now that I have Stodax here with me, it's different.

His hands find their way to my trousers. He gets rid of them and inserts himself between my legs. "I bet you're ready for me."

"Maybe. I'm always ready for fun."

"Like this?" He rubs my pussy, sending his glowing electric spark through me. It tingles and hurts a tiny bit, only making me wetter than I can imagine. This is far from the first time we enjoyed each other, but it'll never get old. He pinches my clit, sending sparks flying between us.

"Yes..." My toes curl as pleasure lingers. "Give me more."

"I'll do everything for you."

Except I have no patience. I grab his waist and pull him close so I can fish out his cock. "Just get to business already."

He grunts and rubs his tip against me. "Hungry for me."

"Yes, fuck me already."

He picks me up when I thought he'd shove his cock into me and get working. "I heard that patience is a good thing."

I gasp when he pins me against the wall, parting my legs. His tip lingers at my entrance. He's so hot that I can almost feel him, but not really. I gasp when my pussy screams for something to fill me up. "Stodax..."

He pushes his tip into me, but just his tip and nothing more. His cock gives electric sparks too, making my pussy twitch. "Like this?" He moves slowly, rubbing my wall with that annoying rod.

"Fuck..." I gasp, but there's nothing I can do when he pushes against me with his chest, keeping me locked up against the wall. I can kick, but I barely make it an inch. "Stop the tease."

"Well, like you said, the bakery isn't open today, so there's no boss here."

Sometimes, I hate how quickly he learns. "Shut up..."

"And there's no work, just fun."

I gasp when he hammers deep into me. My pussy tingles and squeezes at him. He picks up speed, devouring me. Maybe he's shy at times, but he surely isn't when he has his cock in me.

I moan and squirm when waves and waves of pleasure come crashing in. I wrap my arms around him as my body shakes from the high. "Fuck!"

"Harder? More?"

"Yes... Everything."

"Good." he goes harder, driving himself deeper and deeper into me. His thick cock grows even harder, making me squirm for him.

I bite his shoulder when my body seems to be on fire. My pussy squeezes hard out of nowhere, then a spark travels through me, almost knocking me unconscious.

He chuckles. "Squirting hard, huh?"

Is that how it feels? I open my mouth, but I can't even make out a word. My body is all tangled up. I don't even know whether it has to do with his cock or the sparks.

Regardless, I can bathe in the pleasure.

He squeezes my waist. "Hey, are you still alive?"

"Yes..." I take a breath, not knowing how that has turned challenging. "You aren't killing me with that cock."

"Good. I worried for a second." He pushes in a few strokes. "Good to know I can keep going."

"Oh, please, yes. Make me come on your huge cock."

He lets out a low growl. "Let's go."

I moan some more. Maybe the snowstorm isn't that bad after all. I can do this with him all the time.

He's mine.