Chapter 388

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?”

He nods, smiling at me. “Always.”

Slowly, I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting to laugh. “Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new material – ”

He laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get your ass over here, little mate,” he snarls playfully.

“No!” I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in. It barely looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us. We’ll break the chair!”

“Break it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ” Sinclair’s rich – he’ll buy another.”

“No,” I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have a better idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move to the camping supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as I spread two out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another blanket tucked under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and then sitting gracefully down in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does so.

“Much better, clever little doctor mate.”

I take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a second, looking seriously at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting myself sink into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love him.

Because we fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All of him every arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him –

Roger’s arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths as he does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day. And I smile, thinking that...perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have a mating bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like Ella and Sinclair do.

I break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit, staring at the fire, just...happy to be here with each other. Happy to have this quiet moment.

“Roger,” I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had earlier.

“Hmm?” he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through my mind.

“Do you think I’m your mate?”

“Um,” he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a stupid question, “I think we’ve made that pretty clear – ”

“No,” I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m serious. “Do you think I’m your...your mate mate. Like...fated mate. Instead of chosen.”

“Oh,” he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs. ”

Wait, you seriously don’t know?”

I frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.” What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.” That day out in the forest, in the rain, outside the motel?”

My frown deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I ask.

He laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,” he says, looking back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly. Fated, done deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though... well, I also denied it for a long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be a human.

But I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of the motel – ”

“Hey!” I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really upset!”

“I know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being really dumb. Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into place. You and me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers me again, putting his thoughts together. “It should have snapped in for you at the same moment. You didn’t feel it?”

“No,” I sigh, disappointed. “I didn’t feel...anything ‘snap.””

“Well, then mine will have to be enough for both of us,” he says easily, drawing me close and starting to lay kisses across my cheek, my jaw, down my neck.

But I’m still disappointed and jealous. It just feels unfair sometimes – the rest of my family gets to feel these intense emotions and I’m missing out on them.

“I almost laid you down and fucked you right there in the forest, Cora” Roger growls softly in my ear, distracting me. “It was very...intense. It was a nightmare, having to carry you all the way back to bed -”

“We would have drowned,” I laugh, pulling back a little so I can see his beautiful face, wrinkling my nose at him.

“I probably would have died happy and said it was worth it,” he murmurs, shrugging.

“Well, that would have been disappointing,” I scold. “Trading decades of sex for one very damp experience? I’m starting to doubt your judgment here, Roger.”

“Hmm,” he considers, tightening his arms and pulling me close against him, one of his hands tracing down the length of my spine. “Maybe we need to experiment. Maybe the rain really was the problem, but the experience in the forest...”

I glance around at our whereabouts and start to laugh, seeing where he’s going with this as Roger leans me back, trying to lay me out before the fire.

“Roger!” I hiss, glancing towards the RV. “Seriously, they’re right in there! They’ll see!”

“Oh come on,” he growls, pulling the third blanket over us to give us a little privacy. “No one’s watching -”

“Have you met Ella!? Of course she is!”

Roger laughs, shaking his head as he lowers me to the ground and lays the length of his body next to me, curving his shoulders over top of my chest so that he can lower his face until his lips are so close to mine I can feel his breath against me.

“I’m not thinking about Ella right now,” Roger says, nudging me with his nose.

And then he slides a hand under my shirt, across the skin of my stomach, moving upwards. “And I’d prefer it if you weren’t either...”

I laugh, leaning my head back and giving in to him as Roger kisses my neck.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs, “some of the things I wanted to do that day...”

And, taking a deep breath and covering my eyes with one hand – hoping to hell that Ella and Sinclair and Henry have gone to bed – I let him.