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

shake my head. “Then it must

me, she’d be telling you to get some

my arm, tugging me closer.

here, little

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

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

scowls, but he lets me go

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

fire and then gesture

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me down into

clever little

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

my mouth to his and kissing him,

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he

– But god, god how

sweet bit of

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

finally home, like he’s been waiting

a little bit. Even if we don’t

can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest

around me. And we’re quiet for a

to be here with

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

he says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m your

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

we’ve made that pretty clear –

up at him a little,

mate mate. Like…fated

eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and

seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching

the forest, in

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

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

it for a while for a long

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t think

that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

his

his nose. “But you

sure, because

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

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