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

head. “Then it must be

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

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

here, little mate,” he snarls

resisting and eyeing the flimsy

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of his

he lets me go – watching me

pull out a couple of blankets. He

two out before the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap

clever little doctor

place my hands on Roger’s face for a

bringing my mouth to his and kissing

it, hoping – quite desperately that he

god, god how I love this man.

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

tighten around me as he

home, like he’s been waiting to do

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

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

here with each

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah,

made that

look up at him a little, to let him

mate. Like…fated mate.

says, his eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously don’t

I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

turning

forest, in the rain, outside

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

a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

at me with a gentle

a while for a long time, even though… well,

a long time, because I didn’t think my

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

– ”

slapping his

me with his nose. “But you

I knew for sure, because

end game. At least, on

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