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

I shake my head. “Then it must be

telling you to get some new material

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little mate,”

eyeing the flimsy

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

he’ll

out of his grasp a

go –

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

the fire and then

“Better,” he concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his

better, clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

mouth to his and kissing

– quite desperately that he knows just how – much

But god, god how I

sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s finally home, like he’s

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head

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

fire, just…happy to be here with each other.

moment.

quietly, thinking back

to ask

mind.

you think I’m your

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

think we’ve made that pretty

a little,

I’m your…your mate mate.

little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning his head

out in the forest, in the rain, outside

as I start to

a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

while for a long time,

because I didn’t think my

for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

protest, slapping his chest,

with his nose. “But you

because that’s when

We’re end game. At least, on my side.

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