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

shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

was me, she’d be telling you to get

my arm,

here, little mate,” he snarls

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

me closer and

– he’ll buy

and tugging myself out of

lets me go –

couple of

before the fire and then

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as he

clever

take a moment to place my hands

bringing my mouth

– quite desperately that he knows just

god,

sweet bit

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

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting

little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest

me. And we’re quiet for a

be here with each

moment.

back on

to ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m your

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

up at him a little, to let

mate. Like…fated

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

you seriously

at him, confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

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

out in the forest, in the

deepens as I start to get frustrated.

a real laugh, a big one that shakes

back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

suspected it for a while

time, because I didn’t think my mate could be a

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

murmurs, nudging me with his

for sure, because that’s when

game. At least, on

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