Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 426 – Under the Moon

Cora

After I dress, I surprise myself by feeling a little shy as I reach for the door to the bathroom to go back to the tiny bedroom where Roger’s waiting or me.

Because, I mean, it’s no secret why we’re here. And Roger’s not stupid – he probably figured out what I was doing when I went into the bathroom with a big white box.

But still – it’s always something, isn’t it? Anticipating what it might be like when the man you love sees you in your wedding dress for the first time. And as I think it, quite suddenly, I can’t wait.

I pull the bathroom door open and step back into the bedroom, my eyes instantly going to Roger, standing by the open doors to the beach, the ocean air lifting his hair lightly in the breeze.

And, as I knew they would be, his eyes are already on me. Because he was waiting. And my face bursts into a grin as his expression goes slack.

I feel it all down the bond, which is open to me right now. His awe, and his pride – his love, his desire, the overwhelming swell of pleasure that comes from seeing how beautiful he thinks I look right now on this night – in this dress

“Cora,” he says, the sound of my name rough as it works its way from his tight throat. But it’s the only word he can manage, lifting a hand to cover his mouth and shaking his head at me, just staring.

I turn a little so that I’m facing him completely, still smiling so hard my face might start aching if I keep this up for much longer.

“So, you like it?” I ask, twisting a little so that he can see more of the dress, see how the beadwork catches the light of the fire and makes the dress look incandescent in the glowing dark of this little bedroom.

a little growl rumbles in his chest, his only answer. And I burst out laughing and

so that he can slide his hands over my body, feeling the intricacies of the dress for himself, as well as the contrast it presents to the bare skin of my back, my arms. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me

know what I want I can’t pick – do I want you close, so I can keep my hands on you? Or far away, so I can see again how

pleased. “I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I liked

just a shame that I’m going to have to rip it to shreds when I tear if

pull away, my hands defensively clutching the dress at my chest. “Roger! Don’t

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help it. How did you even get this thing on, anyway? I’m never going to have the patience for

swatting at him. “And you will respect the dress! It is precious to me! I

I myself now am on the

quirking up

I say, laughing and

while those don’t usually do anything for me I have no real intention of letting Roger be the boss of our

at my gorgeous mate, “I never had a mom with a wedding dress to hand down to me. And if we ever have

not of frustration, or of annoyance, or anything like that. But simply because he can’t help it, because he, too, is a little undone at

this. And suddenly, as I look up at him, I know that we’re both thinking the same thought: that we have so much life ahead of us, and so much joy, and neither of us can wait a single

with the full force of his commitment to me, to us, and to our future. It sweeps though me and I press myself close against him, my

slowly guiding me to the bed, but as I realize the direction of his intentions I pull

asks,

say, realizing a conviction that I didn’t know I had within me until this very moment. And then I look back up into

there’s nothing

I say, shaking my head, utterly convinced. “Please

he laughs a little, not really understanding but not caring much. He gives a quick shrug and then turns to the bed, yanking the duvet off the top and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I take it, but as soon as I do Roger dips down, wrapping one arm around my back and using the other to scoop me up beneath my knees,

laughing too now, enjoying every minute of it, and I nod towards the beach, and the sea, and the sky – knowing, for some reason, that we have to do this