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.

my head. “Then it must be

was me, she’d be telling you to get some new material

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ”

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out of his

he lets me go – watching me as

pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me

better, clever little

take a moment to place my hands on

bringing my mouth

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

we tease – But god, god how I

sweet bit

me as he kisses me

finally home, like he’s been waiting to do

a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting

And we’re quiet for a

be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m

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

we’ve made that pretty

a little, to

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

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

seriously

at him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning

out in the forest, in the

start to

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

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

long time, because I didn’t think my

for absolute sure that day when

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

nudging me with his

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

least, on my side.

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