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?”

smiling at me.

it must be a tiny

telling

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

little mate,” he snarls

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping

can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll

tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

scowls, but he lets me go –

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

fire and

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me

clever little doctor

moment to place my hands on Roger’s

bringing my mouth to his

he knows just how

god, god how

adorable, sweet bit

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

he’s finally home, like he’s been

a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head

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

fire, just…happy to be here with

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

me to ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m

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

made that pretty

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m

I’m your…your mate mate.

his eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

turning

forest, in the rain, outside

I start to get frustrated.

real laugh, a big

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

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a

long time, because I

when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

his chest, “I was really

murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

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

At least, on

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