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,” I

be telling you to get some

my arm,

little

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

huge

break the chair!”

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

he’ll

myself out of his grasp a little.

but he lets me go

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

“Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face for

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

desperately that he knows just how – much I

fight, and we tease – But god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

he knows, a little bit.

feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest

And we’re quiet for a

with each other. Happy to have

moment.

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

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m your

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

“I think we’ve made that pretty

look up at him a little, to let him know that

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

raising a little. Then he grins

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

the forest, in the rain,

to get frustrated.

big one that shakes his whole frame.

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

while for a long time, even though…

long time, because I didn’t

I knew for absolute sure that day when

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when

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