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Ramose pushed his mate backward until they were behind the flame vines and their figures completely obscured.
Even though he didn't care about the reproach of the other beasts, he didn't want to share his mate with anyone else. Even if all they would see would be their entwined figures.
Besides, there were still two other beasts climbing the mountain. He didn't want them to interrupt his good deed.
"Light..." The Werewolf King was already strung tight with the familiar ache for his mate. Once he found the perfect corner, he no longer suppressed his need.
Suckling sounds resounded in the region as his grip on her bosom tightened and he practically devoured her bre***. His hand on her bouncy behind slid to the front and he untied the belt of her dress and impatiently inserted his hand under her clothes to find the flesh of his desires.
