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 me.

I shake my head. “Then it must be

if it was me, she’d be telling you to

my arm, tugging me closer.

here, little mate,”

and eyeing the

huge

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

he’ll buy

out of

but he lets me go – watching

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

fire and then gesture

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

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

better, clever

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for

mouth to his and kissing him, letting

that he knows just how – much

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

adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking

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

little bit. Even if

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against his chest

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little

with each

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m

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

made that pretty clear

up at him a

mate. Like…fated mate.

little. Then he grins at

you seriously don’t

I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching

forest, in

to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

looking back at me with a

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while

because I didn’t think my mate could be

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

– ”

his

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

for sure, because that’s when

We’re end game. At least, on my side.

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