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.

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

was me, she’d be telling you

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

here, little

the flimsy camping chair he’s

huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

go – watching

a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

the fire and then gesture towards

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he

better, clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s face for

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

that he knows just how –

god, god how I love this man. All of

sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

like he’s been waiting to

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his chest as

And we’re quiet for a little bit,

just…happy to be here with each

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation we had

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made

at him a little, to

mate. Like…fated mate.

little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

seriously

– I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching me

forest, in

start to

a big one that shakes his whole

back at me with a gentle

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though…

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

for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

his chest, “I was really

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

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

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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