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

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

be telling you to get some new material

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

over here, little mate,” he snarls

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

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and

he’ll

I say, standing up and tugging myself out

lets me go

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

and then gesture

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap

better, clever little

to place my hands on Roger’s face for

him before bringing my mouth

that he knows just how – much

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

sweet bit

as he kisses me back,

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if

can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

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

tight around me. And we’re quiet

with each other. Happy

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

ask whatever question is

mind.

you think

he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

made

a little, to let

think I’m your…your mate mate.

little. Then he grins at

you seriously don’t

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

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me

forest, in the rain, outside

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

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

back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

suspected it for a while

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t

sure that day when you ran like

– ”

his chest, “I

with his nose. “But you

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

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