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 a tiny imposter,” I joke,

telling you to

my

here, little

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

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

break the chair!”

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

he’ll buy

out

lets me go – watching me

a couple of blankets. He

the fire and then gesture

concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me

clever little

take a moment to place my hands

mouth to his and kissing him, letting

desperately that he knows just

we fight, and we tease – But god, god how

swaggering, adorable, sweet

arms tighten around me as he kisses me

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

little

feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments,

tight around me. And we’re quiet

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

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m your

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

“I think we’ve made that

to look up at him a

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

raising a little. Then

you seriously don’t

– I hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

says, turning his

in the forest, in the rain, outside

as I start to get frustrated.

laugh, a big one that

with a gentle smile.

it for a while for a long time,

because I didn’t think my

that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

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

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

end game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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