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 me.

must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new material

and grabbing my

over here, little mate,”

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

his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer

he’ll

up and tugging myself out of his

go – watching me

and pull out a couple of blankets. He

out before the fire and then gesture

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

sitting gracefully

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

better, clever

to place my hands on Roger’s

before bringing my mouth to

quite desperately that he knows

and we tease – But god, god how I love

swaggering, adorable, sweet

arms tighten around me as he kisses

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day.

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if

that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting

around me. And we’re quiet for a

here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

made

look up at him a little, to let him

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

little. Then he grins at

seriously don’t

– I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

he says, turning

in the rain, outside

as I start to get

then, a real laugh, a big one

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

suspected it for a while for a long

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

day when you ran like an

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was

with his nose. “But

for sure, because that’s

least, on

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