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?”

nods, smiling

my head. “Then it must be a

be telling

my arm,

here, little

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

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

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me laugh. ”

– he’ll buy

out of

go

a couple of blankets. He

before the fire and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down

better, clever

my hands on

my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

and we tease – But god, god how I love this man.

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

a little bit. Even if we don’t have

can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

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

And

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

says, inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

you think

he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made that pretty clear

turning to look up at him a little,

I’m your…your mate mate.

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

you seriously

– I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head

in the forest, in the rain,

as I start to

laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

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

a while for a long

it for a long time, because I didn’t think my

sure that day when you

– ”

slapping his chest,

his nose.

because that’s when it snapped into place.

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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