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

my head. “Then it must be a

me, she’d be telling you to get some

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,” he snarls

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

me

he’ll buy

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

go

a couple of

before the fire and

concedes,

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me

clever little

take a moment to place my hands on

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

quite desperately that he knows just how

But god, god how I love this man.

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

me as he kisses me

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

he knows, a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

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

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m

little, ” Yeah,

“I think we’ve made

a little,

mate. Like…fated mate.

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the rain, outside

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

big one that shakes his

with a gentle smile. “You’re my

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while

time, because I didn’t

that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

slapping his

his nose. “But

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

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

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