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?”

nods, smiling at

must be a tiny imposter,” I

if it was me, she’d be telling

grabbing my

here, little

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

huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

pulling me

he’ll buy

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

he lets me go – watching me as I move to

of blankets. He continues

before the fire and then gesture towards

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

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap

better, clever little doctor

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

quite desperately that he knows just how

fight, and we tease – But god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

around me as he kisses me back,

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting

little bit. Even if we don’t

feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

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

me. And we’re quiet for

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

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

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear –

to look up at him a little, to let him know that

think I’m your…your mate mate.

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

you seriously don’t

at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching

in the rain, outside

start to get

big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

looking back at me with a gentle smile.

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though…

long time, because I didn’t think my

when you ran

– ”

his chest, “I

he murmurs, nudging me with his

because that’s when it

least,

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