: 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
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