Accidental Surrogate

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

shake my head. “Then it must be a

if it was me, she’d be telling you to

my arm, tugging me

over here, little mate,”

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll buy

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

go – watching me as I move

of blankets. He continues to watch as

out before the fire and then gesture towards them,

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

better, clever little doctor

to place my hands

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

– quite desperately that he knows just how –

But god, god how I love

adorable, sweet bit of him

me as he kisses me back, taking deep

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do

a little bit.

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

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

And we’re quiet for a little

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

“I think we’ve made that pretty

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

raising a little. Then

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

he says, turning

forest, in the

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

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

a while for a long time, even though… well,

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be a

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

– ”

slapping his chest, “I

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

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

end game. At least, on my side. But,”