Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 407 – At the Beach

Cora

When I blink my eyes open, I gasp a little at the gorgeous sight before me. Ocean stretches as far as the eye can see in front of me and there, at the h orizon, just the tiniest sliver of a sun can be seen, finally taking its own rest below the h o rizon.

I look to my left and right and chills stumble down my spine at the beautiful beach that stretches out in each direction – perfect white sand against which the surf lightly crashes, lined with palm trees and scrubby forest with no human buildings in sight.

All of this beautiful, untouched nature makes the super plush beach day bed that I’m sitting on even more incongruous, though, and I laugh a little as I look down it. But my laughter fades as I admire my flowing white dress, and the crisp white sheets, and the amazing warm breeze that brushes against my skin. The bed has four posts from which gauzy fabric flies, and candles are sca ttered around all of it.

It’s so incredibly beautiful that I lose my breath. And I lose it again when I see the handsome man walking across the beach towards me.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, grinning at me with his hands in his pockets. ” Looks like it worked.”

Laughing in wonder now, I shake my head at my mate. “I thought – I thought it was supposed to be a forest!”

Roger shrugs, looking around at the beautiful landscape, the evening breeze lifting his hair. “That’s Ella’s dream state. I guess this is yours.” Then he turns to me, the corner of his mouth lifted into a little smile. “Thanks for letting me in.”

“Come sit!” I say, scooting over to make room. My mate obliges me, seating himself on the bed. I look him over, laughing. “Why are you dressed in linen pants?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.

“You dressed me like this!” he protests, waving a hand at himself. “I have no control!”

“I did not,” I laugh, shaking my head. “You look like you’re going to Margaritaville to listen to some Jimmy Buffet.”

Roger glares at me a little and then closes his eyes, concentrating. Between one blink and the next, his clothing changes so that he’s now in a more familiar black pants and white button- down shirt, though it’s not as crisp as something he might wear with a suit. Definitely more beach casual.

“Oh,” he murmurs, looking down at himself. “I guess it was me.”

I say with a shrug, scooting closer and reaching out to touch him, to run my hand over his shoulder and his arm.

in one hand and leans in to kiss me, just a soft touch of his

leaning back and

bed and staring up into the sky with a wide smile on his face.” Now

leaning back as well and putting my head on his shoulder. ” Sometimes I will lock you in dream jail when you pi ss me off. And then I will come here, and have dream margaritas all

me and making me

suddenly and looking all around as I remember where all of this

don’t know,” Roger says, sitting up next to me

ask, turning to him, confused. “Haven’t

rolling his eyes at me playfully. “You’re my first mate which is kind of required for the exercise. I have never done this before either. Everything I know about this comes second-hand from

then I start to laugh. He sits up and laughs with

he can’t

feel like the naïve one with all of this wolf and shifter stuff!

with me, nodding and kissing me and pulling me backwards on

as his breathing starts to get heavier. “You’re the boss in your own dream – I’m ready when you

knee on either side of him and laying my stomach flat against his. And then I run my hands through his hair, bringing

eyes going wide. “Oh my

you,” he whispers, not even daring

to my stomach as I look down

suddenly

It comes again.

steady

tears suddenly springing to my eyes. “Seriously, Cora,” Roger says, his voice shaking, and I

vehemently and laughing a little desperate laugh, “I mean unless we’re both imagining the same thing. Do

a tentative hand to my stomach, “is our son