Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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?”

nods, smiling at me.

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

it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

here, little mate,” he

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

huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

me go

couple of blankets. He continues to watch

fire and

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

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

clever little

a moment to place my hands on

my mouth

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

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

tighten around me as he kisses me back,

he’s

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for

here with each other. Happy

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

think we’ve made that pretty clear –

a little, to let him know that I’m

think I’m your…your mate mate.

a little. Then he grins

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me

in the rain, outside

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that

looking back at me with a gentle

it for a while for a

because I didn’t think my mate could be

for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

his nose. “But you

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

end game. At least, on my side.