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

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

telling you to get

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm,

over here, little mate,”

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

like it can hold his huge werewolf

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move

of

the fire and

“Better,” he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

me down into his

clever

place my hands on Roger’s face for

bringing my mouth to his

desperately that he knows just how

god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me

he’s

knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

bond that we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

to be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

he says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m

laughing a little, ” Yeah,

we’ve made that

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let

I’m your…your mate mate.

eyebrows raising a little. Then

seriously don’t

– I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the forest, in the rain, outside

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

big one that

back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

for a while for a long time, even

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

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

slapping his

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

We’re end game. At least,

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