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

shake my head. “Then it must

telling you to get some new material –

a little and grabbing my

little mate,” he

eyeing the flimsy

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

– he’ll

say, standing up and tugging myself out

me go – watching me as I

a couple of blankets.

out before the fire and then gesture

concedes,

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down

clever

moment to place my hands on

before bringing my mouth to his

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how –

and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All of

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

he’s been waiting to

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we

can both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

say quietly, thinking back

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

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

made that pretty

turning to look up at him a little,

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

seriously

– I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the forest, in the rain, outside

to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his

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

it for a while

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

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

his chest, “I was

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

for sure, because

We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,”

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