Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 427 – Cora’s Promise

Cora

I smile up at my mate, but I shake my head a little bit, not…not knowing what to do next. “Do I…,” I say, laughing a little, “just say what you said?”

“You can,” he replies, shrugging one shoulder and smiling back at me. I can feel his happiness vibrating down our bond. “Or, you can say what you want. There are no wrong answers, Cora.”

“Okay,” I say softly, and then I take a moment to consider, sitting up straight and squaring my shoulders.

“I take you, Roger,” I say softly, gazing into his perfect face. “Even though…I never expected you. I take you because you challenge me, and you hold space for me, and because…” I hesitate now, trying to find words for it. But he waits, patient, listening.

“Because you make me feel like the world is a rich and wonderful place worth exploring. And I want to do that I want to see it all, experience it all, at your side. I love you, Roger,” I continue, my eyes starting to line with tears, “because you make me brave.” My voice starts to crack now with my emotion, and he falters a bit, leaning forward, taking my cheek in his palm. I laugh a little, leaning into it but I shake my head, because I’m not finished.

“So, I promise to love you through all of it – through our whole lives, and whatever comes. But with you? I have… just so much faith that it will all be good. I love you, Roger – I am yours, and you are mine, and I think – I think it’s been that way for a long time. It just took us a little longer to figure out.”

He laughs then, and nods to me, and I feel that same golden warmth again, doubled this time, as my own promise wraps around our bond and becomes true, real, solid.

I can feel it now, singing between us, our fated mating bond ringing with our very real acceptance of it. And now the only thing that’s left is the mark.

My wolf turns an eager circle in me, lifting her face to the sky with a deep and eager howl. And Roger’s – I can feel his wolf prowl forward.

He claims me then, my mate reaching across the distance between us like he can’t wait a moment longer to have his body against me. Roger pulls me to him, his arms around me in the instant that his mouth meets mine, kissing me with a rough determination that I very much want, and need.

his shirt, turning to pull him on top of me as I lay myself down on the blanket, chills running all

now, one pressing me close to him as his breath sharpens, the other sliding to the center of my dress at the back, finding the top of the zipper and dragging it slowly down. His mouth follows the direction of his hand, moving from my lips to my jaw, my neck, and then further down as he presses the wedding gown down away

me again as his hand pushes the dress further. I lift my hips, allowing

they work at the buttons of his shirt. But he just growls and

as my mate pulls me against the warm skin of his chest, his hand drifting down the naked expanse of my back to take a firm grip on my

my neck, his teeth bared now, running over my skin in a way that makes me shudder, hard – because I know – I know how badly he wants to

fumble at his belt, at the button at the top of his

clothing, hastily breaking the button and the zipper of his pants as he forces them down. Roger turns his face to look up at me

position the hard mass of himself at the apex of my thighs and then,

stretch against him, squeezing him, wanting him. My eyes press shut as my back curves

with the pleasure of

pulse with me now, each steady thrust of his hips

I want mine, I moan, my whole body shuddering now as I concentrate

base of my neck and pulling – not harshly, but no, not gentle so that my neck and shoulder stretch open before him. He presses a kiss there as our hips continue to work together, bringing me

my shoulder and neck, the place of his intent and I moan, and shudder, my whole

close, as I start to want it to badly

sharp teeth just to

– “give me your mark,

thrusts, hard, up into me and then, a moment later, sinks his teeth into my skin. Everything, everything

suddenly and the earth – I swear it shifts and shakes

feel Roger’s body go rigid and clench as he finds his own

the waves of bliss and satisfaction that run through me, a sharp and salty edge that intensifies the