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 at

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

grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

here, little mate,” he

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

looks like it can hold his huge

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

but he lets me go – watching

of blankets. He continues to

two out before the fire and then gesture

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

better, clever little doctor

place my hands on

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

– quite desperately that he knows

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

adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me back, taking

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

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

bond that we can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against his chest

tight around me. And we’re quiet for

with each other. Happy

moment.

back on Ella’s

me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think

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

we’ve made that pretty clear –

I say, turning to look up at him a

your…your mate mate.

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

you seriously

– I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning

out in the forest, in the rain, outside

I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

a big one that shakes his whole

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

for a while for a long

long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be

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

– ”

his chest,

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

sure, because that’s when it

Cora? We’re end game. At least,