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

I shake my head. “Then it must be a

she’d be telling

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my

over here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll buy

and tugging myself out

go

of blankets. He continues to

before the fire and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

clever

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

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

fight, and we tease – But god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my

wrapped tight around me. And

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

ask whatever question

mind.

think

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a little, to

I’m your…your mate mate.

raising a little. Then he grins at me

seriously

– I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

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

in the forest, in the rain,

start to get frustrated.

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

me with a

suspected it for a while for a long

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

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

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

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

for sure, because that’s when it

end game. At least, on my side. But,”