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

head. “Then it must be a tiny

be telling you

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

over here, little mate,” he

eyeing the flimsy camping chair

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

me closer and making

– he’ll

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

he lets me go – watching me as

of blankets. He continues

before the fire and then

concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me

better, clever little

to place my hands

mouth

– quite desperately that he knows

we fight, and we tease – But god, god how I

sweet bit

as he kisses me

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

he knows, a little bit.

that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

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

tight around me. And we’re

fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

me to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m your

laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

made that pretty

at him a little, to

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

a little. Then he grins at me

seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

the forest, in the rain, outside

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a big one that shakes

looking back at me with a gentle

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long

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

for absolute sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was

with his nose. “But you

I knew for sure, because

We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he

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