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

head. “Then it must be a

if it was me, she’d be telling you to

grabbing my arm, tugging me

over here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

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

he’ll

tugging myself out of

scowls, but he lets me go – watching

of

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down

clever little

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for

him before bringing my mouth to

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

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

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

back

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

think

laughing a little, ” Yeah,

made that

up at him a little, to

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his

in the rain,

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

real laugh, a big one that shakes his

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

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

because I didn’t think my mate could be

when you ran

– ”

his chest, “I

me with his nose. “But

for sure, because that’s

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

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