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

mad – but

Roger growls, glaring down at me. “You’re my

gesture not at all sweet or

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

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

was no denying that all I want – all I’ll ever want

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hard on mine, and my body reacts

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

mouth open to him as every piece of

something in me screams to the universe. And god damn it, if I

the universe responds, lightening cracking above us, the rain pouring around us

fervently too him and ravages my mouth with his kisses me like the world is

which it very well might be. The

it and something fierce within me sings

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

comes

Roger pulls away from me. “Come on,” he growls, his skin

cracks again as he turns back towards the safety of the

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

his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder

above the sound of the

words with every step, something about insane women who run naked into storms and

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

shocked to find myself smiling, laughing a little and

Because Roger is about to find out precisely how

hanging open, blowing in the wind, but Roger ignores the

he strides through the entrance, kicking

towards the bed. When we get there he throws me.

the mattress, a little angry and

laugh again – laugh, a

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

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