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

it must be a tiny imposter,” I

be telling you to get

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

over here, little

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and

– he’ll

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

lets me go – watching me as I move

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

two out before the fire and then gesture

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into

better, clever little doctor

moment to place my hands

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

– quite desperately that he knows just

we fight, and we tease – But god, god

sweet bit

me as he kisses me back, taking deep

finally home, like he’s been

knows, a little bit. Even if

feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my head

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

to be here with each

moment.

back on

me to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

made that pretty clear

him a little, to let him know that I’m serious.

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

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching me

forest, in the rain, outside the

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a real laugh, a big one that

with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

suspected it for a while for a long time,

I didn’t think my mate could be a

absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

his chest, “I was really

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

for sure, because that’s

least, on

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