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

head. “Then it must be a

she’d be telling you to get some new material

grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer

he’ll

myself out of his grasp

go – watching me

out a couple of blankets. He continues to

and then

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down

better, clever little

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

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

that he

tease – But god, god how

sweet bit of

he kisses me back,

home, like he’s been waiting to do this all

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

bond that we can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my

And we’re quiet

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

moment.

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

ask whatever question

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

think we’ve made that pretty clear

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

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

raising a little. Then he

seriously don’t

– I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and

forest, in

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

a while for a long time, even though… well,

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

that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

his

me with his nose. “But you were

sure, because that’s when it

end game. At least, on my side.

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