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.

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

be telling you

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

little mate,” he

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

like it can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

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

– he’ll

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

but he lets me go – watching me as

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

the fire and then

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down

clever

my hands on Roger’s

mouth

it, hoping – quite desperately that he

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love

adorable, sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses

he’s been waiting to do this all

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have

bond that we can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a

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

moment.

thinking back

ask whatever

mind.

think

” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made that pretty clear –

up at him a

think I’m your…your mate mate.

little. Then he

you seriously

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

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and

in the forest, in

deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a real laugh, a big

a gentle smile. “You’re

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even

denied it for a long time, because I

sure that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest,

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

because

We’re end game. At least, on

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