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 at

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

she’d be telling

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

over here, little mate,” he snarls

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

his huge

break the chair!”

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

he’ll

up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

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

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

before the fire and then gesture

he concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

better, clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face for

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

a little bit. Even if we

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

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting

arms wrapped tight around me. And

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

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

ask whatever question

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

“I think we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a little,

think I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate.

raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

you seriously don’t

I hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head

forest, in the rain, outside the

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

big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

for a while for a

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

day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

his nose. “But

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when

At least, on my side. But,”