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.

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

as well as the contrast it presents to the bare skin of my back, my arms. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me softly

– do I want you close, so I can keep my hands on

around his waist. “I liked it too. Ella made me try

sighs. “It’s just a shame that I’m going to have to rip it to shreds when I tear if off

and pull away, my hands defensively clutching the dress at my

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

I say, swatting at him. “And you will respect the dress! It

then I hesitate, blushing, because I myself now am on

his mouth quirking up as he

laughing and looking down, shaking

letting Roger be the boss

at my gorgeous mate, “I never had a mom with a wedding

escapes his throat then – not of frustration, or of annoyance, or anything like that. But simply because he can’t help it, because he, too, is a little

married, in a dress like 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,

my face in his hands and he kisses me, slowly, sweetly, but 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 hands

bed, but as I realize the direction of his

he asks, a little

I didn’t know I had within me until this very moment. And then I look back up into his eyes. “I think we have to go outside

he asks, confused. “Cora, there’s

head, utterly convinced. “Please – I…I’m sure

off the top and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I take it, but as

I nod towards the beach, and the

“Under your mother’s moonlight, as you will it.” And then he carries me out into