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

head. “Then it must be

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he snarls

the flimsy camping chair he’s

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

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me

he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp a little.

lets me go – watching me as I move

and pull out a couple of blankets. He

before the fire and then

arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down

clever

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

him before bringing my mouth

– quite desperately that he knows just how – much

god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

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

finally home, like he’s

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my

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

to be here with each other.

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

we’ve made that pretty clear

turning to look up at him a little,

mate mate. Like…fated

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously don’t

at him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and

forest, in the rain, outside

start to

laughs then, a real laugh, a big

back at me with a

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though… well,

for a long time, because I didn’t think

that day when you ran

– ”

his chest,

nudging me with his nose. “But you were

because that’s when it snapped into place.

least, on my

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