***VERY VERY MATURE CONTENT-SKIP CHAPTER IF UNDER 18!***
"Just one night, I can endure. With you in my arms, I don't need anything else."
Although Ramose said he didn't want anything else, his painfully throbbing member spoke a different story.
Laying on his mate's bosom, he restlessly turned and shifted, rubbing and snuggling on the two soft mounds for a long time until the blouse covering it felt too cumbersome and bothersome, getting in the way of his pleasure.
With a disgruntled groan, he sat up and cursed in discontent.
"Light, please, wake up, okay? It's too uncomfortable..." Deep and raw, his pleading tone expressed his deep desire.
At this moment, the Werewolf King looked nothing like the ruthless and domineering black wolf that, with a single glance, sent the beasts trembling in fear.
Right now, he was only a mate longing to mate with his beloved.
"Light..."
