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

my head. “Then it must be

me, she’d be telling you to get some

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little mate,” he

and eyeing the

hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

go – watching me as I

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

fire and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down

clever

my hands on Roger’s face

mouth

he knows just how –

But god, god how I

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

he’s been waiting to do this all day.

a little bit. Even if we don’t have

we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his chest

And we’re quiet for a

just…happy to be here with each other.

moment.

back on Ella’s

me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think I’m your

says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

made that

him a little,

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

a little.

you seriously

confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

in the forest, in the rain, outside

deepens as I start to get

a big one that

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

for a while for a

for a long time, because I didn’t think

sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I

with his nose. “But you were

sure, because

end game. At least, on my side. But,”

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