Accidental Surrogate

Cora

I want him right now – immediately – so I impatiently sit up to fumble at the top of his boxer briefs, to push them downwards –

Roger glares at me a little again, at the challenge in my voice, and I glare right back.

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“Fine,” he snarls, rolling briskly away from me so that he’s sitting on the bed next to me, pushing his shorts down and kicking them off. I barely have a moment to look at him, my eyes widening at the sight of that thick, hard cock – before he grabs me, hauling me bodily on top of him so that my chest is pressed against his, my legs straddled on either side of his hips, my oh my god, the slick center of me pressed directly against the mass of his cock

“Fine, Cora,” Roger snaps, looking directly into my eyes, his temper riled, just how I like him.” Then let’s fucking do it.”

Without a word, still holding his gaze, I shift my hips upwards and reach one hand between us, feeling the proud length of him against my palm. I pump him once, twice, my mouth falling open as I realize the full size of him, Roger shuddering hard at my touch. And then, slowly, delicately, I position the tip of him directly at my entrance and then lower myself down.

I can’t help the noise that crawls from my throat as I lower myself fully onto Roger’s cock, the moan that turns into a cry as he slowly fills me far beyond the point I thought I could be

stretched. Roger groans deeply, his head falling against my shoulder, panting as I take all of him

in until my body is pressed flush against his.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I feel the word as breath against my skin. “Fuck, Cora…”

My body starts to shake a little as I adjust to the feel of him inside of me, my face turned up to

the ceiling as my hips start to pulse of their own accord, wanting to feel him moving against my

inner walls.

“Fuck,” Roger says again, more definitive this time, and then he curls his back, pressing his hips.

upward, sinking moré completely into me, making my whole body rock forward at the sudden

then he’s pulsing, pounding up into me, and it’s

as he holds my hips

into me stroke after

building quickly and I welcome it, wanting it, angling my body

Until –

suddenly, everything in me spilling over and clenching hard against Roger as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as everything I am comes to pieces, as the tension snaps and pleasure sweeps through my body. Roger holds me through it, wrapping his arms tight around me, and something in me is aware of his hips pulsing three more times, harsh, before he cries out, his whole body going still as he sinks all the way into me, spilling himself into me as I lay my head against

Roger with his arms wrapped around me, pressing me tight against him as

he whispers, his words thick, his throat raw. “Do

that I can look at him, my eyes still a little bleary with

to my cheek, brushing my face with his thumb and looking at me wish such – such love in his eyes – I catch my breath at the sight of him. “Do

You can have it –”

– and the significance of it. It’s such an incredibly intimate moment – Roger is still pressed

away a little bit. “Can – can humans even take a wolf’s

mark?”

moment, frowning, and I can see that he also just doesn’t

a little so that I can take his face in my hands,

again,

nodding, making sure he understands me and waiting until he nods to

me. “But…can we wait? Until we know how my

a moment and then pulls me a little closer so he

then, laughing, he twists

then laugher as my back hits the mattress

of his own tanned,

–

and then lowering his head to drag his teeth down the length of my neck to the soft, tender space where my flesh arches down into my shoulder. “I’m going to mark you right…here…” he says, pressing his sharp teeth against it. I gasp a little at the sensation, at the preview

his tongue lovingly over the spot, “as soon as we know

pulls me tight against

on our