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 at

I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

she’d be telling you to get some new material

growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

little

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

huge

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp

lets me go – watching me as I move

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

and then

concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

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

clever little

hands on Roger’s face for a second,

before bringing my mouth to his and

– quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

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

sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day. And

little bit. Even if

feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting

And we’re quiet for a little bit,

the fire, just…happy to be here with each

moment.

back

to ask whatever question

mind.

think I’m

Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made

him a little, to let

your…your mate mate. Like…fated

eyebrows raising a little.

seriously

I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning

out in the forest, in the

I start to get

then, a real laugh, a big one that

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

while for a long time, even though… well,

denied it for a long time, because I

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I

his nose. “But you were

because that’s when it snapped into

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my

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