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

“Then it must be

be telling you to get some new

grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,” he

laugh, resisting and 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

– he’ll

tugging myself out of

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

and then

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as he does

clever little doctor

my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

my mouth to his and

– quite desperately that he knows just

god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking

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

little

both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

few moments,

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

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back

ask whatever question is

mind.

think

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

think we’ve made that

up at him a little, to

I’m your…your mate mate.

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me

seriously don’t

I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the forest, in

to

laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

looking back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

while for a long time, even though… well,

long time, because I didn’t think my mate could

when you ran like

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

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

Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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