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?”

smiling

I shake my head. “Then it must

me, she’d be telling you to get some new material

and grabbing my arm, tugging

little

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

huge

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

me go – watching me as

couple of blankets. He

out before the fire and then

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down

clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face for a

him before bringing my mouth to

quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking deep

so like he’s finally home, like he’s

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against

around me. And we’re quiet

just…happy to be here with

moment.

back on

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made that pretty

say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know

your…your mate mate. Like…fated

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

seriously

I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

says, turning

in the forest, in the

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

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes

looking back at me with a gentle smile.

it for a while for a

it for a long time, because I didn’t think my mate could

when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his

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

game. At least, on

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