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

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

be telling you to get some new material

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my

little

and eyeing the

can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp a little. “I

but he lets me go – watching me as I move to

couple of blankets. He

the fire and then

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

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into

clever little

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s

mouth to his and kissing him, letting

he knows just how – much I

– But god, god how I love this man. All

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he

finally home, like he’s been waiting

that…perhaps he knows, a little

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

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

be here with each other.

moment.

quietly, thinking back on

me to ask whatever

mind.

you think

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

“I think we’ve made that

up at him a little, to let him know that

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

raising a little. Then he grins at me and

seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning

forest, in the rain, outside the

start to get frustrated.

a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

with a gentle smile. “You’re my

it for a while

denied it for a long time, because I

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

his chest, “I was really

me with his nose. “But you

I knew for sure, because that’s when it

least, on my side. But,”

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