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 be a tiny imposter,” I

telling you to get some new material

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

here, little mate,” he

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy

huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching

pull out a couple of

before the fire and then gesture

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into

better, clever

to place my hands on

mouth to his and

desperately that he knows just how – much I

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses me back,

like he’s been waiting

little bit. Even

we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

to be here with each

moment.

back

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m your

he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

“I think we’ve made that pretty

at him a little, to let him know that I’m

think I’m your…your mate mate.

a little. Then he

you seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

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

forest, in the rain,

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

big one that shakes

a gentle smile. “You’re

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

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

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

me with his nose.

sure, because that’s when it snapped

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