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

it must

it was me, she’d be telling

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm,

here, little mate,”

eyeing the flimsy camping

can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out

but he lets me go – watching me as

a couple of

the fire and then gesture towards

“Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

pulling me

clever

hands

him before bringing my mouth to

it, hoping – quite desperately that he

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

he’s been waiting to do this

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my

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

with each other. Happy to

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

to ask whatever question

mind.

you think

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

we’ve made that pretty clear –

a little, to let him know that

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at

you seriously

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

are you talking about?”

turning

in the

frown deepens as I start to

big one

a gentle smile. “You’re my

for a while for a long time,

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

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

I protest, slapping his

with his nose.

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when

Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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