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?”

nods, smiling at me.

shake my head. “Then it must be a

be telling you to get some new material

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

little mate,” he

resisting and eyeing the

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

still pulling me

he’ll buy

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

me go – watching me as I move

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

two out before the fire and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as he does

clever little

hands on

bringing my mouth to his

– quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

me as he kisses

he’s

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

that

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head

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

to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

made that pretty clear –

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

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

eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously

I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning

in the forest, in

to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a real laugh, a big one

back at me with a gentle

it for a while

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

sure that day when you

– ”

slapping his chest, “I

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

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

game. At least, on my side.

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