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?”

nods, smiling at me.

my head. “Then it must be a

be telling you to get some new

grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he snarls

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

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

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out of his

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching

a couple of blankets. He continues

out before the fire and then

he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as

clever

place my hands on Roger’s

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows

But god, god how I love this man.

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

tighten around me as he kisses me

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

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

both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my

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

the fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m your

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah,

made that

look up at him a little, to

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

a little. Then he grins at me

seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the forest, in the rain,

start to get frustrated.

a big one that shakes his

me with a gentle smile.

while for a long time, even though… well,

because I didn’t think my

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

– ”

protest, slapping his chest,

with his nose. “But you were

knew for sure, because that’s when

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