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

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

she’d be telling you to

my arm,

here, little

resisting and eyeing the flimsy

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

me closer and making

he’ll buy

myself out of his

go – watching me as I

a couple of blankets.

and then gesture

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into

clever little doctor

my hands on Roger’s face for a

before bringing my mouth to his

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

tease – But god, god how I

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses me

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

little bit. Even if we don’t have

feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

just…happy to be here with each

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think

Yeah, Cora,” he

“I think we’ve made that

a little, to let

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated

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

seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

the forest, in the

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

while for a long

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

I knew for absolute sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

sure, because

end game. At least, on

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