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

it must be a tiny

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer.

here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me

he’ll buy

myself out of

lets me go – watching me

of blankets.

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap

clever little doctor

moment to place my hands on

bringing my mouth to his and

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

we fight, and we tease – But god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses me back,

finally home, like he’s been waiting to

a little bit. Even

can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against his

around me. And we’re quiet

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

moment.

thinking back on

ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

made that pretty clear

to look up at him a little, to let him know that

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

eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

you seriously don’t

hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the forest, in the rain, outside the

start to get frustrated. “Feel

big one that

with a gentle

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

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

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

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

for sure, because that’s when it

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

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