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

was me, she’d be telling you to

my arm, tugging me closer.

here, little mate,”

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll buy

out of his

but he lets me go – watching me

of blankets. He continues to watch

and

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap

clever

moment to place my hands on Roger’s

at him before bringing my mouth to his

– quite desperately that he knows just how

god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

like he’s been

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for

with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

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

ask whatever question is

mind.

you think

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

made that pretty clear

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

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

says, his eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning

in the rain,

frown deepens as I start to

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

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

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a

because I

when you ran like an idiot

– ”

his chest,

his nose. “But you were also being

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

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,”

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