Surrogate For Alpha Dom

I cry out as I’m pulled backwards – surprised more than hurt and suddenly I’m pressed against

him in the pouring rain. Roger holds me tight, one hand around my upper arm, the other wrapped

firmly around me, pressing my body to his

And the feel of him, of his skin hot against my own – my towel is gone, I have no idea where — I

cry harder at the feel of him and rest my forehead against his chest, because I know I can’t have it

– I can’t-

“Cora!” Roger shouts, above the wind and the rain. “What – Cora! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I can’t!” I sob. “I can’t do this, Roger! I can’t be with you like this, not if you’ll….you’ll never love

me! I can’t have you in half measures!” I look up at him then, into his face, realizing the truth of it

in that moment. “I can’t do this if you can’t take me for who I am! Human! Broken! Complicated,

difficult! Confused, and jealous, and mad pretty much all the time! If you can’t take me like that,” I

shout, begging now, “then let me go, Roger! Because I can’t –”

I glance back in the direction of the hotel, my sobbing breaths tearing at my lungs, “I can’t have

half of you. I can’t have – just…. lust. It will kill me! It will break my heart, and I’ll never survive it!”

With the last words I pound my free hand against his chest, my palm slapping wet against his

skin.

Roger stares down at me as I confess everything to him- my whole heart – listening to every

word. And then, when I’m done, when the words stop pouring from my mouth and all that’s left is

my panting breath, he tightens his arms around me, giving me an angry little shake. He clenches

can tell that he’s mad – but

glaring down at me. “You’re my fucking mate.”

gesture not at all sweet or romantic –

I’ve ever wanted is all of

1. it. And I was an idiot” he continues, his voice breaking, “I hesitated, and I’ll regret it until the day I

because there was no denying that all I want – all I’ll

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on mine,

myself harder against him. My arms are around his neck, pulling him closer

of me –

me screams to the universe. And god

cracking above us, the rain pouring around us as Roger

fervently too him and ravages my mouth with

which it very well might be. The water rushes around his ankles,

Roger is adamant against it and something fierce within me

it, that I’ve been a fool to run from this. That we can face this storm, and

comes next.

on his face when Roger pulls away from me. “Come on,” he

the cold rain. Thunder cracks again as he turns back towards the safety of the

Now.” Then he shakes his head at me, frustrated, and mutters

nod fervently, ignoring his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder and breathing

carry me back to the motel. Barely above the sound of the

something about insane women who run

have known better, because he’s met my sister, and madness is frequently genetic… 1

myself smiling, laughing a little and wrapping my arms more tightly

Because Roger is about to find out precisely how crazy

blowing

pouring through it as he strides through the entrance, kicking the door shut

he moves steadily towards the bed. When

the mattress, a little angry

laugh again – laugh, a little recklessly, as I bounce against

of this worn out motel bed. Laugh, because he’s so fucking mad at me, and me at

ourselves and I want to tear him to pieces, and I know