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

“Then it must

was me, she’d be telling you to

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

over here, little mate,”

resisting and eyeing the

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll buy

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

go –

of blankets.

before the fire and then

he concedes,

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into

clever little

to place my hands on Roger’s face

my mouth to his

hoping – quite desperately that he knows

– But god,

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

arms tighten around me as he kisses

home, like he’s been waiting

a little bit. Even if we

that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his chest

And we’re quiet for a

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back

to ask

mind.

think I’m

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

“I think we’ve made that

to look up at him a little, to

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

raising a little. Then he grins at me

you seriously don’t

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

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me

forest, in the rain, outside the

I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

a big one that shakes his

a gentle smile.

it for a while for

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

absolute sure that day when you

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

with his nose. “But you

sure, because that’s when it snapped into

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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