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?”

nods, smiling at

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I

telling you to get some new

my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,” he

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the

can hold his huge werewolf

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out

go – watching me as

couple of blankets. He continues to

out before the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down

better, clever

my hands on Roger’s face for

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

he knows just how – much

fight, and we tease – But god, god

sweet bit of him

tighten around me as he kisses

like he’s been waiting to

a little bit.

that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

think we’ve made

at him a little, to let him

mate. Like…fated mate.

raising a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

forest, in the rain, outside

deepens as I start to

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that

me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

while for a

I didn’t think my mate could be

sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

knew for sure, because that’s

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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