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 at me.

it must be

she’d be telling you to get some

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

here, little mate,”

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

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ”

– he’ll

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his

lets me go – watching me as I move

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

before the fire and then gesture towards

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

clever little doctor

place my hands

him before bringing my mouth to his and

that he knows

god, god how I love this man. All of

swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

finally home, like he’s been waiting to do

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if

both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

to ask whatever question is

mind.

you think I’m

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

we’ve made that

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

your…your mate mate.

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

you seriously

him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

turning his head and watching me

forest, in the

to get frustrated. “Feel

a big one that shakes his

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

a while for a long

it for a long time, because I didn’t

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

his chest,

me with his

sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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