#Chapter 427 – A Mating Gift

“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 cross the sky in a blink, one after the other, chasing each other across the blackness above the sea. “Oh my god,” he murmurs, his head falling back as he stares upwards. Instinctually, I close the slight distance between us so that my body is pressed seamlessly against his, and I take his hand, and we both stare. His body, like mine, is still thrumming with the joy of it – of the promises, the sex, the marking, all of it – but this – the awe we both feel – We’re both silent for a long time as we stare up at the sky, marveling. “Cora,” Roger says after a long moment, turning his head to me a little but unable to tear his eyes away from the meteors that flash across the sky. “Did you…do thi