Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
A tiny, strangled little groan 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 undone at the sweetness of the idea.
A daughter, one day, getting 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, and neither of us can wait a single second longer to get started.
Roger takes 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 wrapped in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him close.
Roger begins to move backwards then, slowly guiding me to the bed, but as I realize the direction of his intentions I pull away, glancing towards the doors.
“No?” he asks, a little confused.
“Um,” I say, realizing a conviction that 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 for this.”
“What?” he asks, confused. “Cora, there’s nothing that says – ”
“No,” I say, shaking my head, utterly convinced. “Please – I…I’m sure of it.”
And then 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, lifting me up into his arms in one swift motion.
I’m 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 out there.
“All right, little demigoddess,” Roger murmurs, his lips close to my ear now. “Under your mother’s moonlight, as you will it.” And then he carries me out into the sand, which as he says well-lit by the full moon above. is
“Oh,” I say, looking up into the sky. ” Do you think that’s it? Because something is…calling me, if that’s the right way to say it. Not even a tug, just an instinct.”
“I think mating ceremonies happened under the moon a lot in years past,” he says, stopping when we’re surrounded by sand on all sides, much closer now to the sea than to the little house, which shines like a happy beacon in the distance. “But, considering who your mom is…I think maybe she wants to see it.”
I smile at him as he puts me down on my feet, my toes singing a bit to touch the sand. I love the beach – always have.
“Well, that’s very romantic,” I say, looking up at the moon. “Plus, we need a witness.”
“Nah,” Roger says, shaking his head and taking the blanket from my hands, shaking it out and spreading it out in a crisp rectangle on the sand. “Mating ceremonies – they don’t need witnesses, unless you want them. They speak for themselves. Once you have my mark it is…just known, I guess.”
A little shiver runs through me at the thought of it, my wolf beginning to pant eagerly in anticipation. She’s been wanting this for a long time, I know, and frustrated me for continuing to put it off.
But…I was right. Because this moment? It’s so perfect that I wouldn’t have wanted his mark in any other place, any other time, any other way.
Roger holds out a hand to me, and I smile and take it, and then we step forward onto the blanket, moving to the center.
And then, to my surprise, Roger goes to his knees. I don’t ask questions though, instead simply following suit, turning so that I face him, our hands loosely clasped between us, our knees touching.
I smile up at my mate, who looks so incredibly gorgeous in the moonlight, with the night air blowing between us. And he smiles right back at me, shaking his head a little in wonder. Then he sets his shoulders, his face turning serious.
“I take you, Cora,” he says, his voice low and soft. “As my love and my mate, for the rest of our lives and whatever comes next. I promise you the protection of my body and the warmth of my spirit. I will hold you close on dark nights and bright days. I love you, quite simply, forever. I am yours and you are mine.”
Something burns warm in me at that, a bright and golden thing wrapping itself around that bond that already exists between us – his promise, made true, strengthening it.
Roger smiles at me, gentle. “Your turn,” he whispers.
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.
My wolf turns an eager circle in me, lifting her face to the sky with a deep and eager howl. And Roger’s – I can feel his wolf prowl forward.
He claims me then, my mate reaching across the distance between us like he can’t wait a moment longer to have 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 that I very much want, and need.
I again fist my hands in his shirt, turning to pull him on top of me as I lay myself down on the blanket, chills running all through my body as my mouth opens fully to him, as his tongue dips in to press against mine
Roger’s hands are intent now, one pressing me close to him as his breath sharpens, the other sliding to the center of my dress at the back, finding the top of the zipper and dragging it slowly down. His mouth follows the direction of his hand, moving from my lips to my jaw, my neck, and then further down as he presses the wedding gown down away from my body so that it settles on my hips.
“Come back,” I breathe, panting, wanting him again, and my mate complies, bringing his 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 the edge of the blanket.
A little frantic now with wanting him, my hands shake as they work at the buttons of his shirt. But he just growls and takes his face from mine for a second, tugging the shirt up over his shoulders and tossing it away.
The wind picks up around us, the breeze stiffening as my mate pulls me 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 clenching with want.
My hands move again, almost of their own accord as Roger brings his mouth again to my neck, his teeth bared now, running over my skin in a way that makes me shudder, hard – because I know – I know how badly he wants to sink those teeth in there, just there now-
I fumble at his belt, at the button at the top of his pants, but I’m so distracted-
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