Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 425 – 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.

stares at me for a moment before a little growl rumbles in his chest, his only answer. And I burst out laughing and cross the room to him, holding

my hands as I come around the bed, using them to pull me closer 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,

so I can keep my hands on you? Or far away, so I can see again how beautiful you look? God, Cora – this dress was made

smile up at him, terribly pleased. “I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I liked it too. Ella made me try on like, a thousand. But this was the one I

“It’s just a shame that I’m going to have to rip it to shreds when I tear if off your body in like,

away, my hands defensively clutching

don’t know, Cora,” he murmurs, shaking his head at me and closing the distance between us again, hungry. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help it. How did

him. “And you will respect the

because I myself now am

says, his mouth quirking up as he senses it.

laughing and

real intention of letting Roger be the boss of our lives, like Ella and Sinclair – his gentle fingers under my chin, turning my face up to him, persuade more

mom with a wedding dress to hand down to me. And if we ever have a

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

know that we’re both thinking the same thought: that we have so much life ahead

force of his commitment to me, to us, and to our future. It sweeps though me and I press myself close against him, my hands wrapped in the fabric of his shirt,

but as I realize the direction of his intentions I pull away, glancing towards

he asks,

that I didn’t know I had within me until this very moment. And then I look back up into his eyes. “I

there’s

I say, shaking my head, utterly convinced. “Please – I…I’m sure of

and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I

minute of it, and I nod towards the beach, and the sea, and the sky – knowing, for some reason,

moonlight, as you will it.” And then he carries me out into the sand, which as he says well-lit by the full