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?”

smiling

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

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

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer.

little mate,” he

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer

– he’ll

and tugging myself out of his grasp a

he lets me go – watching me as I move

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

out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

“Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as he

better, clever little

to place my hands on Roger’s face

mouth to his and kissing him, letting

quite desperately that he knows just how

– But god, god how I love this man.

sweet

around me as he kisses me

like he’s been waiting to do

a little bit. Even if

that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

to be here with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

quietly, thinking back on

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think I’m

Yeah, Cora,” he

“I think we’ve made that pretty

look up at him a

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated

little. Then he grins at me and

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 get frustrated. “Feel what?”

a big one that shakes his whole frame.

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

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long

because I didn’t think my

absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

his chest, “I

me with his nose. “But you were

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

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