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.

it must be a tiny imposter,” I

if it was me, she’d be telling

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little

the flimsy camping chair he’s

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me

– he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out of

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me

a couple of blankets. He continues to

the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down

better, clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how –

fight, and we tease – But god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me back,

like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to

knows, a little bit. Even if we

that we

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest as

around me. And we’re

fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation we had

ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made that pretty

turning to look up at him a little, to let

your…your mate mate.

raising a little. Then he grins

seriously don’t

I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

in the forest, in the rain, outside the

to get frustrated. “Feel

real laugh, a big one that shakes his

with a gentle smile. “You’re

I’ve suspected it for a while for a

because I didn’t think my mate could be a

for absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

his chest,

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

I knew for sure, because that’s

least, on my side. But,” he considers

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