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 me.

must be a tiny imposter,”

if it was me, she’d be telling you

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

little mate,” he snarls

eyeing the flimsy camping

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll

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

go – watching me

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap as he

clever little doctor

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

him before bringing my mouth

quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

But god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

he kisses me back,

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all

a little bit.

both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against

around me. And we’re

be here with each other.

moment.

say quietly, thinking back

me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah,

think we’ve made that

at him a

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

little. Then he grins at me

seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning

forest, in the rain,

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

big one that

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

suspected it for a while

long time, because I didn’t think my

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

– ”

his

nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

because that’s

least, on my side. But,” he considers

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