Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 388

Chapter 388: What Kind of Mate?

Cora

“They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s

door behind him, the last to ” disappear” from our little circle around the fire.

“I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder.

“Are you, little mate?”

I laugh lightly at the nickname, shaking my head at him. “It still doesn’t work,

Roger,” I say, leaning closer to him, though the camping chairs make it hard to

get as close as I’d like to be. “I’ve told you before – I’m not little.”

“Sure you are,” he replies, grinning at me.

“I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Ella’s the little one,” I continue, “I’m tall – I’m not -”

“You’re little to me,” he interrupts, moving his chair closer so that he can tuck his

face between my neck and my shoulder, breathing deeply in – I think savoring

the way that I smell, which sends a little thrill through me. I lower my own head

and breathe in Roger’s own unique scent, letting it flood my senses.

God, does he even know how good he smells? Though he probably does – his

sense of smell far outstrips mine.

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Little to you?”

He lifts his head so he can look into my face, only inches from me now. You’re

little to me, Cora,” he replies, in that you’re…I don’t know. Quite precious. The

way I think of you – I don’t know, I don’t want you to be insulted, but I think of

you as…very small,”

“What?” I ask, confused, “why?”

“Because,” he says seriously, shrugging a little, “you’d have to be very tiny, to

make a home out of my heart,” he says, tapping lightly at his chest. “As you

have done.”

A broad smile stretches across my face and I laugh a little, even though I’m

deeply touched at what he’s said. ” Really?” I ask. “That’s what you think of

me?”

“Mmhmm,” he says, turning his head a little and considering me from different

angles. “My little mate, who I carry around all day in my heart. Even when you’re

not physically around I keep you in here. I talk to you, send all kinds of

messages. Tell you little jokes.” you I grin. “Do I think they’re funny?”

smiling

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

telling you to get some new material –

little and grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,” he

the flimsy camping chair

can hold his huge

break the chair!”

me closer

– he’ll buy

myself out of his

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I

pull out a couple of blankets.

before the fire and then gesture towards them,

concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever

to place my hands

him before bringing my mouth to his

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

we fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting

little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against

me. And we’re quiet for a little

be here with each other.

moment.

back on Ella’s

inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m your

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

think we’ve made that pretty clear

to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m

mate mate.

a little.

seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and

out in the forest, in the

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

at me with a

while for a

for a long time, because I didn’t think my

when you

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

knew for sure, because

game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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