Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 426 – 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.

in me, lifting her face to the sky with

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

myself down on the blanket, chills running

back, finding the top of the zipper and dragging it slowly down. His mouth follows the direction of his hand, moving from my lips

face back to mine and kissing me again as his hand pushes the dress further. I lift my hips, allowing it to slide completely off, to rest in a heap at

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

against the warm skin of his chest, his hand drifting down the naked expanse of my back to take a firm grip on my ass. He groans then, his head turning away almost as if he can’t help it, his whole body

brings his mouth again to my neck, his teeth bared now, running over my skin in a way that makes me shudder, hard

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

ass with my knees on either side of his hips, my stomach pressed almost against his face as he moves one hand to 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

his as I let my body slide down against his, as I feel him position the hard mass of himself at the apex of my thighs and then, slow, insistent, press

as I feel my inner walls stretch against him, squeezing him, wanting him. My eyes press shut as my

me has me shuddering with the pleasure of it, with how perfectly he fits me, with

of his hips

me as the minutes pass. And then, when I know that I’m close, and I can feel him shaking beneath me, wanting his release as much as I want mine, I moan, my

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

spot between my shoulder and neck, the place of his intent

to want it

his sharp

form the words – “give me your mark,

hard, up into me and then, a moment later, sinks his

swear it shifts and shakes

the shaking below us, the wind around us, as I feel Roger’s body go rigid and clench as he finds his