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

must be a tiny

telling you to get some

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

over here, little mate,” he snarls

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

and tugging myself out of his grasp

go – watching me as I

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He

fire and then gesture towards them, another

arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

that he knows just how

tease – But god, god how I love this

sweet bit

around me as he kisses me

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

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

And we’re quiet for a little bit,

be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

think I’m

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

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

at him a little, to let

mate mate.

little. Then he grins

you seriously

I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

turning his head and

forest, in the rain, outside the

deepens as I start to get

big one that shakes his whole

with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

a while for

long time, because I

sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

slapping his chest,

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

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when

At least, on my side. But,” he

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