“What!” I gasp, and then I frown up at him, angry. “What are you doing!? Get off of me, Dominic!” “Not a chance, little queen,” he murmurs, glaring down at me, a little darkness in his eyes. “I’m starting to think that you need a little reminder of who is the Alpha in this relationship, and the
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 int
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 ha
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 sa
I breathe his name and bring my mouth again to 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 inside of me as I lower myself down onto him. I moan, hard, into Roger’s mouth as I feel him fill
“What?” Roger asks, going suddenly rigid and raising his head, his alpha instincts probably anticipating an attack of some kind – “No,” I say, gaping up at the sky. “Roger, look –“ And he turns to follow my gaze, his own mouth falling open as he sees – What looks like a thousand shooting stars
“Ohhh, I like this new wording,” he says, sitting up a little and grinning down at me. “I can get you one for each day of the week –“ I’m laughing harder now, shaking my head at him. “Only if you wear a matching one,” I reply, “pink, ‘Property of Cora,’ emblazoned on the front and the back.” “It
Cora Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait… But nothing. “The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.” “All right,”