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 me.

my head. “Then it must be a tiny

be telling you

growling a little and grabbing my arm,

over here, little mate,”

the

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go –

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

fire and then gesture towards

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his

better, clever little doctor

to place my hands

bringing my mouth to his and kissing

quite desperately that he knows just how –

god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses me back,

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting

knows, a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my

arms wrapped tight around me. And

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

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on

inviting me to ask

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

think we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a little, to let

I’m your…your mate mate.

little. Then he grins at

seriously

– I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his

in

start to

big one that shakes

me with a gentle

a while

it for a long time, because I didn’t

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

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was

me with his nose. “But

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into

game. At least, on my side. But,”

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