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

my head. “Then it must

me, she’d be telling you to get some new material

little and grabbing my

here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

huge werewolf

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll buy

out of his

lets me go – watching me as I move

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

two out before the fire and then

he concedes, standing up for a moment

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me

better, clever little

hands on Roger’s face for

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how

tease – But god,

sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

he knows, a little bit. Even

feel, that

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my

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

here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

back on

inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made that pretty clear –

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

mate. Like…fated mate.

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

you seriously don’t

I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning

in the rain, outside

start to get

laugh, a big one that

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

for a while for a long time, even

I didn’t

when you ran like an

– ”

slapping his chest,

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

sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

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

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