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.

my head. “Then it must be

be telling you to get some new

a little and grabbing my arm,

here, little mate,” he snarls

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

hold his huge werewolf

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me

he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp a little. “I

but he lets me go – watching me as I move to

of blankets. He continues

two out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap

clever

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

him before bringing my mouth to his and

it, hoping – quite desperately that he

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this

adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he

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

a little bit. Even

we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting

wrapped tight around me. And

the fire, just…happy to be here with each

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on

to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m

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

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

at him a little, to let him know

your…your mate mate. Like…fated

a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously don’t

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and

in the

as I start to get

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

at me with a gentle smile.

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

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

for absolute sure that day when you

– ”

protest, slapping his

with his nose. “But

sure, because that’s when it snapped into

game. At least, on my

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