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

my head. “Then it must

she’d be telling you to get

and grabbing my arm,

little mate,”

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

out of his grasp

but he lets me go – watching me as

and pull out a couple of blankets. He

the fire and then gesture towards

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

middle of the blankets, pulling me down into

clever

to place my hands on

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

he knows

fight, and we tease – But god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

home, like he’s been waiting to do this all

little

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

and Sinclair do.

moments,

around me. And we’re quiet for a little

with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m your

Yeah, Cora,”

“I think we’ve made that pretty

to look up at him a

mate. Like…fated

eyebrows raising a little. Then

seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head

forest, in the

to get

big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

back at me with a gentle

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

because I didn’t think

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

slapping his

with his nose. “But you were also

for sure, because that’s when it snapped

game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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