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

my head. “Then it must be

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some

my arm, tugging

little

the flimsy

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

pulling me closer

– he’ll buy

and tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

he lets me go

out a couple of blankets. He

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap as he

clever

place my hands on

before bringing my mouth to his and

he knows just

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

sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s been waiting to

knows, a little bit. Even

both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting

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

the fire, just…happy to be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

he says, inviting me to ask

mind.

you think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

we’ve made

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

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

eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at

seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning

in the rain, outside

I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

then, a real laugh, a big one that

me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

it for a while for a

because I didn’t think

when you ran

– ”

slapping his chest,

nudging me with his nose. “But

I knew for sure, because that’s

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on

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