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

head. “Then it must

telling you to get some

grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he snarls

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

still pulling me

– he’ll buy

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his

go – watching

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

out before the fire and

he concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

better, clever little

my hands on Roger’s face for a

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

hoping – quite desperately that he knows

we fight, and we tease – But god,

sweet

me as he kisses

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

a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my

wrapped tight around me. And

here with

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

think

laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

“I think we’ve made that

say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

seriously

at him, confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the rain, outside the

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

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

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

for a while for a

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

for absolute sure that day when

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were

I knew for sure, because that’s when

game. At least, on my side. But,”

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