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

it must be a tiny imposter,”

telling you to get

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

over here, little mate,” he snarls

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

hold his huge

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me

he’ll buy

up and tugging myself out of his grasp

me go – watching me as I move

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets.

two out before the fire and then gesture towards

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into his

clever

take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

But god, god how I love

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

as he kisses me back,

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

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against

me. And

here with each other. Happy to

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

think we’ve made

turning to look up at him a little, to let

think I’m your…your mate mate.

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

you seriously

I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

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

in the

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

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

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

for a while

long time, because I

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran

– ”

his chest,

with his nose. “But you were

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

game. At least, on my side. But,”

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