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

must be a tiny imposter,” I

she’d be telling you

and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he snarls

the flimsy

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

Roger scowls, but he lets me go

and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

me down

clever

to place my hands on Roger’s face for a

bringing my mouth to his and

he knows just

– But god,

adorable, sweet bit

tighten around me as he

like he’s been

he knows, a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head

his arms wrapped tight around me. And

be here with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation we

to ask whatever

mind.

think

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

we’ve made

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

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated

little. Then

you seriously

I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching

out in the forest, in the rain,

as I start to

big one

a gentle smile. “You’re my

for a while for

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

that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was

nudging me with his nose. “But

sure, because

At least,

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