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 at me.

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

was me, she’d be telling you to

my arm, tugging me closer. ”

here, little

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh. ”

he’ll buy

standing up and tugging myself out of

but he lets me go

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

before the fire and then gesture

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

sitting gracefully

me down into

better, clever

to place my hands on Roger’s face for

bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

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

and we tease – But god,

adorable, sweet bit

he kisses

like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

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

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting

me. And we’re quiet for a

be here with

moment.

back on Ella’s

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m

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

“I think we’ve made that

him a little, to let him

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

little. Then he grins at me

you seriously don’t

– I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head

in the

start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big

a gentle smile. “You’re

while for a long time, even

long time, because I didn’t think my mate

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

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

sure, because

least, on my side.

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