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 me.

head. “Then it must

she’d be telling you to get some new material

grabbing my arm, tugging me closer.

over here, little

laugh, resisting and eyeing the

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

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

scowls, but he lets me go –

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

fire and

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

sitting gracefully

pulling me

clever little

my hands on Roger’s face

at him before bringing my mouth

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

tighten around me as he kisses

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

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

feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think

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

we’ve made that pretty

up at him a little, to

your…your mate mate. Like…fated

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

you seriously don’t

at him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning

the forest, in the

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

laughs then, a real laugh, a big

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

for a while for a long time,

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

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

his chest,

me with his nose. “But you were

I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

We’re end game. At least, on