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?”

smiling

shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

she’d be telling you to get

growling a little and grabbing my arm,

little mate,” he snarls

laugh, resisting and eyeing the

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

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me

– he’ll buy

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

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

pull out a couple of blankets. He

two out before the fire and

he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into

better, clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a

before bringing my mouth to

quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

god, god how

sweet bit of him

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking

home, like he’s been

little bit. Even if

we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my

And we’re quiet for

with each other.

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

made that pretty clear –

I say, turning to look up at him a

mate. Like…fated

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

seriously don’t

I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning his head and

in the forest, in the rain, outside

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

a gentle smile.

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though… well,

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

sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

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