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

that he’s mad – but I have no idea why.

damn it, Cora,” Roger growls, glaring down at me. “You’re

up in his arms, the gesture not at

incensed. “All I’ve ever wanted is all of you – my whole life, I’ve been waiting for

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

no denying that all I want

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he kisses me, his mouth hard on mine,

against him. My arms are around his neck, pulling him

of me – every molecule –

universe. And god damn it, if

us, the rain pouring around us as

my mouth with his kisses me like the world is falling

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

sweep us away. But Roger is adamant against it and something fierce within me sings

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

ones comes

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

cracks again as he turns back

you inside. Now.” Then he shakes his head at me, frustrated, and mutters “you idiot.”

ignoring his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder

Barely above the sound of the storm, I hear him growling more

with every step, something about insane women who run

better, because he’s met my sister, and madness is frequently

smiling, laughing a little and wrapping

about to find out precisely how crazy I can really

door to our motel room is hanging open, blowing in

it as he strides through the

as he moves steadily towards

mattress, a little angry and not bothering

god damn it, but I laugh again – laugh, a little recklessly, as I bounce against the tired

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

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