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

I shake my head. “Then it must

if it was me, she’d be telling you to

my arm,

here, little mate,” he

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

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

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

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

me go – watching me

a couple of blankets. He continues

fire and

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

pulling me

better, clever

hands on Roger’s face for

bringing my mouth

hoping – quite desperately that he knows

– But god, god how I love

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

arms tighten around me as he kisses me

like he’s been waiting to do this all day.

he knows, a little bit.

that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

to be here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,”

think we’ve made

turning to look up at him a

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

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

forest, in the

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his

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

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

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

absolute sure that day when

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest,

murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

knew for sure, because

game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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