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

must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

she’d be telling you to get

my arm, tugging me

here, little mate,” he

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

and tugging myself out of

scowls, but he lets me go – watching

out a couple of blankets. He continues to

out before the fire and then

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into

clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s

before bringing my mouth to his and

that he knows just

But god, god how I love

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

a little bit. Even if

bond that we can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re

with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a little, to let him know

mate.

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his

the forest, in the rain,

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

big one

me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

a while for a long time, even though… well,

time, because I

when you

– ”

his chest, “I was

his nose. “But you were also

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

end game. At least, on my side.

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