Accidental Surrogate

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 at me.

my head. “Then it must be a

was me, she’d be telling you

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

he’ll

myself out

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I

couple of blankets. He

and then gesture towards them,

concedes,

sitting gracefully

pulling me

clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands on

before bringing my mouth to his

desperately that he knows just how – much I

fight, and we tease – But god, god

adorable, sweet

as he

he’s been waiting

little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against his chest

me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

fire, just…happy to be here with each

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

think we’ve made that pretty clear

a little, to let him know

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

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

you seriously

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

are you talking about?”

says, turning his

forest, in

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

big one that shakes

a gentle smile. “You’re

it for a while

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

his nose.

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

least, on my side.

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