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 at me.

must be a tiny imposter,” I

be telling you

and grabbing my arm,

here, little mate,” he

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping

his huge

break the chair!”

me closer

– he’ll

out

but he lets me go – watching me

pull out a couple of blankets.

and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

pulling me down

clever little

place my hands on

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

quite desperately that he knows just how –

tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking

like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to

knows, a little bit. Even if

we can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against his

tight around me. And we’re

with each other. Happy to

moment.

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

ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m your

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

made that pretty clear –

at him a little, to

mate mate. Like…fated mate.

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

you seriously don’t

at him, confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching

in

as I start to get frustrated.

laughs then, a real laugh, a big

back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

it for a while for a long time, even

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

day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

his chest, “I was

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

because that’s when it snapped into place.

end game. At least, on my side.

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