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

it must be a

it was me, she’d be telling you to get

and grabbing my arm,

over here, little mate,” he

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

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll

and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

he lets me go – watching me as I move

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

better, clever little

hands on Roger’s face for

my mouth to his

quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

fight, and we tease – But god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he

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

a little bit. Even if we don’t have

both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

back

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

think

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

“I think we’ve made that

look up at him a little, to let

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

raising a little. Then he grins at me

you seriously

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

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

out in the forest, in

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

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

looking back at me with a gentle

while

a long time, because I

sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

nudging me with his nose. “But

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into

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