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

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

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out

he lets me go – watching me as I

couple of blankets. He

the fire and then

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

sitting gracefully

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

better, clever little

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for

at him before bringing my mouth

desperately that he knows just how – much I love

god, god how I love this man.

adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking

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

he knows, a little bit. Even

feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my

around me. And we’re

be here with each other.

moment.

back on

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

made

say, turning to look up at him a little,

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously

hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching me

the forest, in the rain, outside the

to get frustrated.

a big one that shakes

at me with a gentle smile.

for a while for a long time,

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

I knew for absolute sure that day when

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But you were

sure, because that’s when

At least,

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