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.

“Then it must be

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

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer.

over here, little mate,” he snarls

resisting and eyeing the flimsy

like it can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer

he’ll

tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

lets me go – watching me as I move

a couple of blankets. He continues to

two out before the fire and then gesture towards

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

pulling me

better, clever little doctor

my hands on Roger’s face for

bringing my mouth to his and

– quite desperately that he

god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

arms tighten around me as he kisses me

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if

that we

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest as

around me. And we’re quiet for

just…happy to be here with

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m

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

think we’ve made that pretty clear –

turning to look up at him a little, to

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate.

a little.

you seriously don’t

hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

says, turning his

forest, in the rain, outside the

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

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

at me with a

while for

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

day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

his chest, “I was

nudging me with his

for sure, because that’s when it snapped

At least,

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