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

“Then it must be

me, she’d be telling

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

here, little

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

hold his huge

break the chair!”

me

he’ll

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

go –

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

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me

clever

hands on Roger’s face for a

my mouth to his and kissing him,

hoping – quite desperately that he knows

tease – But god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

as he kisses

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

little bit. Even

that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my

And we’re quiet

to be here with each other.

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think

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

we’ve made that pretty

I say, turning to look up at him a little,

mate.

raising a little.

you seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head

forest, in the rain,

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his

a gentle smile.

a while for a long time, even though…

I didn’t think my mate

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

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

with his nose. “But you were also

for sure, because

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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