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

I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny

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

and grabbing my arm,

little mate,” he snarls

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

but he lets me go – watching me

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

fire and then gesture towards

my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

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

better, clever little doctor

to place my hands on Roger’s face for

mouth to his and

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

and we tease – But god, god how I love

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

he kisses

he’s been waiting to do this all day. And

little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little

with each other. Happy to have

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

ask

mind.

think I’m

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

we’ve made that pretty

say, turning to look up at him a little, to let

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

a little.

seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

the forest, in the

to

a big one that shakes his whole frame.

looking back at me with a

suspected it for a while for a

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

sure that day when you

– ”

slapping his

nudging me with his nose. “But

because that’s when it

least, on my side. But,” he

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