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.

it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

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

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little mate,”

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

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

but he lets me go – watching me as I move

a couple of blankets. He continues

and then

concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

me down into his

better, clever little

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

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

that he knows just how – much I

But god, god how I love this man. All of

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

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

can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little

here with

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation we

me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made that pretty

a

your…your mate mate.

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

seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and

the forest, in the rain,

start to get frustrated. “Feel

big one that shakes his whole frame.

at me with a

for a while for a long time, even

time, because I didn’t think my

for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was

with his nose. “But you were also

because that’s when it snapped into place.

least, on my side. But,”