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

head. “Then it must be

telling you to

growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll

myself out

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move

couple of blankets. He continues

before the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down

clever little

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a

mouth to his and

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love

tease – But god,

swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses

finally home, like he’s

knows, a little bit. Even if

both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against his chest

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re

the fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

thinking back

to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

made that pretty

at him a little, to let him know that

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

he says, his eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously don’t

I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me

forest, in the rain, outside the

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

big one that

with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

while for a long time, even

a long time, because I didn’t

absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

We’re end game. At least, on

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