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 get some new material

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

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

me go – watching me as I move

a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

and then gesture

concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

better, clever little

to place my hands on Roger’s

at him before bringing my mouth to

he knows just how – much I

But god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s finally home, like he’s

knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his

And

with each other. Happy to have

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

me to ask

mind.

you think

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

think we’ve made that pretty

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

mate mate.

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

seriously don’t

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

are you talking about?”

turning his head and

out in the forest, in the

as I start to get

laugh, a big one that shakes

with a gentle smile.

while

I didn’t think my

absolute sure that day when you ran

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

with his nose. “But

sure, because that’s when it snapped into

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

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