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 me.

must

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

and grabbing my arm, tugging

here, little mate,”

the flimsy camping

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ”

– he’ll

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

me go – watching

of blankets. He

two out before the fire and then gesture

concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap as he does

better, clever little doctor

to place my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

him before bringing my mouth

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows

we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me back,

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

his arms wrapped tight around me. And

to be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made that pretty clear –

him a

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

little. Then he grins at

seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his

forest, in

start to

big one that shakes his

me with a

for a while for a long

it for a long time, because I didn’t think

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

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But

I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into

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

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