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

“Then it must be a tiny

telling you to

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,” he snarls

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

me closer and making

– he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

go – watching

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

and then gesture towards them, another

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

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

clever little doctor

place my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

my mouth

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how –

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

sweet bit of

tighten around me as he

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

little bit. Even if we don’t have

that we

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest

his arms wrapped tight around me. And

fire, just…happy to be here with each other.

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

think we’ve made

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

think I’m your…your mate mate.

raising a little. Then he

seriously don’t

I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning

in the forest, in the

I start to

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

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

for a while for

because I didn’t think my mate

day when you ran

– ”

protest, slapping his

he murmurs, nudging me with his

because that’s

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