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 me.

must be

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

little and grabbing my arm,

here, little mate,” he

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp a

go – watching me as

a couple of blankets. He continues

out before the fire and then gesture towards them,

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down

better, clever little doctor

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

him before bringing my mouth to

that he knows just how – much I

god, god how I love this man.

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s been waiting to

a little bit. Even if we

that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against

me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

to ask whatever

mind.

think

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made

look up at him a little, to

your…your mate mate.

little.

you seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning his head

out in the forest, in the rain,

start to

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his

a gentle smile.

it for a while for

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

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

– ”

slapping his chest,

his nose. “But you

because that’s when it

We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he

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