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.

must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

she’d be telling you to

growling a little and grabbing my

little mate,” he snarls

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

hold his huge werewolf

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

out of his grasp a little. “I

he lets me go – watching me as

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues

and then

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

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever little

to place my hands

before bringing my mouth to

desperately that he

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

sweet bit

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back,

finally home, like he’s been

knows, a little bit. Even if

that we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

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

And we’re

with

moment.

quietly, thinking back on

inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah,

made that pretty

to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m serious.

mate. Like…fated

a little. Then he grins at me

seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching

in the forest, in the rain,

as I start to get frustrated.

real laugh, a big one that shakes

a

a while for a long time, even

time, because I

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was

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

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

least, on my side. But,”

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