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

shake my head. “Then it must be

she’d be telling you to get some new material –

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

here, little

resisting and eyeing the flimsy

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move

supplies and pull out a couple of

the fire and

“Better,” he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap

clever little

moment to place my hands on Roger’s

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

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how

fight, and we tease – But god,

adorable, sweet

arms tighten around me as he kisses me

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we

we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

to be here with each

moment.

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

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

made that pretty clear

up at him a little, to let him know that

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

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then

seriously

– I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his

out in the forest, in the rain, outside

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

a big

back at me with a

for a while

I didn’t think my mate

knew for absolute sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his

murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

knew for sure, because that’s when it

game. At least, on my

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