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

shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny

telling you to get some new material –

grabbing my arm, tugging

little

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ”

he’ll buy

out of his grasp a little.

me go

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues

two out before the fire and

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

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

clever

moment to place my hands on

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

that he

god, god how I love this man. All

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses me

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

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

that we

and Sinclair do.

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

his arms wrapped tight around me. And

fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back

to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

“I think we’ve made that pretty

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

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

you seriously

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

are you talking about?”

says, turning his

forest, in the rain, outside the

to

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

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

a while for a long time, even though… well,

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be a

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

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I

his nose.

Anyway I knew for sure, because

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my