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

must

she’d be telling you to

and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

huge werewolf

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out

he lets me go – watching me as I move

pull out a couple of blankets.

before the fire and then gesture

he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me

better, clever little

my hands on

before bringing my mouth to

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses

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

knows, a little bit. Even if

can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against

around me. And we’re quiet for a little

here with each other. Happy

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation

ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think

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

think we’ve made that pretty clear

look up at him a little,

your…your mate mate. Like…fated

eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and

in

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

at me with a gentle

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long

for a long time, because I

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

his chest, “I was really

murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

because that’s

game. At least, on

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