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

must be a tiny imposter,” I

she’d be telling you

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

here, little

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

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

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

he’ll

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of

he lets me go – watching me

of blankets. He continues

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

clever

place my hands on Roger’s face for a

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

we fight, and we tease – But god,

sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s been waiting to do this all day.

a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments,

around me. And

with each other. Happy to

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on

inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

we’ve made that pretty clear –

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

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and watching

in the forest, in the

deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a big one

a

for a while for a long

long time, because I didn’t think

that day when you ran

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was

me with his nose. “But you were also being

because that’s when it snapped

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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