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 me.

must be

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he snarls

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

out of

go – watching me

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he

better, clever

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

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

– quite desperately that he knows just how

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

adorable, sweet bit of him

tighten around me as he kisses

so like he’s finally home, like he’s

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

a few moments,

me. And we’re quiet for a

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

moment.

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

ask whatever question is

mind.

think

” Yeah,

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m serious.

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

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

says, turning

in the forest, in the rain, outside

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

real laugh, a big one

with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

it for a while for a long time,

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

day when

– ”

his chest,

with his nose. “But you were

for sure, because that’s when

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

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