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

my head. “Then it must be a tiny

was me, she’d be telling you to get

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

over here, little

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me

– he’ll

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I

lets me go – watching

out a couple of blankets.

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as

clever little doctor

place my hands on Roger’s

him before bringing my mouth to his

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how

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

swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me

home, like he’s been waiting to

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest as

me. And we’re quiet

to be here with each

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

made that pretty clear –

him a little, to

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at

you seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me

out in the forest, in the rain, outside the

to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

big one that

me with a

for a while for

because I didn’t think my mate could be

absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But

because that’s when

end game. At least, on my side. But,”

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