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

she’d be telling you to get

my arm,

little mate,” he

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

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

break the chair!”

me closer

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

me go – watching me

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

out before the fire and then gesture towards them,

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

sitting gracefully

me down into his

clever

hands on Roger’s face for a second,

him before bringing my mouth to his

– quite desperately that he knows just how

we tease – But god, god

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses me

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

can both feel, that

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head

his arms wrapped tight around me. And

to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made

to look up at him a

think I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then

you seriously

confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

the forest, in

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a big one that shakes

with a gentle smile.

suspected it for a while for

time, because I didn’t think

when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest,

his nose. “But you were also being

I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he

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