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

my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I

if it was me, she’d be telling you

and grabbing my arm,

over here, little mate,” he

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

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll buy

out of his grasp

go –

a couple of blankets. He continues

fire and then gesture

he concedes,

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as

clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows

we tease – But god, god how I love this

swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses me back,

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

he knows, a little bit.

both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my

around me. And we’re

with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

he says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

we’ve made that pretty clear –

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

think I’m your…your mate mate.

a little.

seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his

out in the forest, in the rain,

I start to get frustrated.

big one that

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even

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

when you ran like an

– ”

protest, slapping his chest,

nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

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

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side.

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