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.

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I

she’d be telling you to get some new material –

grabbing my arm, tugging me closer.

little mate,”

the flimsy camping chair

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

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

he’ll

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

lets me go –

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets.

fire and then

my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me

clever

hands on Roger’s face for a

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

hoping – quite desperately that he knows

– But god, god how I love this man. All of

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses me back,

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day. And

knows, a little bit. Even

that we

and Sinclair do.

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

And we’re quiet for a

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

moment.

back on Ella’s

ask

mind.

you think I’m your

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

made

up at him a little, to let

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and watching

out in the forest, in

start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one

with a gentle smile. “You’re

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a

time, because I didn’t think my mate

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

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But you

I knew for sure, because that’s

Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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