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?”

nods, smiling at

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

me, she’d be telling you to get

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

little mate,” he snarls

eyeing the

hold his huge

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and

he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go –

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

and

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me

better, clever

my hands on Roger’s face

mouth to his and kissing him,

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

me as he kisses

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

bond that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

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

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for

here with each other. Happy

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

we’ve made that pretty clear –

say, turning to look up at him a little, to let

mate.

little. Then he grins

you seriously

at him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

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

the forest, in the

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

for a while for

time, because I didn’t

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

nudging me with his nose.

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he

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