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.

“Then it must

be telling you to get some new material –

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

little

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

huge

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out of

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move to

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

and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his

clever little

to place my hands on Roger’s face for

him before bringing my mouth to

quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

fight, and we tease – But god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me back, taking

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

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

we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against his chest as

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re

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

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s

to ask whatever question is

mind.

think

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

“I think we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a little, to let him know that

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

raising a little. Then he

you seriously

– I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

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

in the rain, outside

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated.

laugh, a big one that shakes his

a gentle smile. “You’re my

it for a while for a

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

that day when you ran like an

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest,

murmurs, nudging me with his

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

least, on