Chapter 155: The Werewolf King's Mate

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Versailles fell in her mate's strong arms, her cherry perks rubbing on his hard muscles, as she yelped in surprise.

Ramose chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her on his lap, his member rubbing on her thigh. Then his hand slid down to her leg, and grabbed her knees, spreading it over his thighs so her core rubbed against his member. 

"Sigh..." The direct contact made the Wolf King sigh in comfort. He rested his head on his mate's shoulder and peppered her neck with kisses.

His shoulder-length black hair stuck to his face and magnified his masculine features, glistening a black-blue shade that attracted Versailles's attention.

The serpentine tentatively raised a hand and ran it through the dripping strands, curling and twisting them in great fascination. 

"Ramose, your hair is so silky!"

Ramose smiled and gently embraced her.

"Why are you more interested in my hair than me?" He aggrievedly scraped his teeth on her neck and moved slowly.

Versailles moaned, then blushed in embarrassment. She clamped her mouth and bowed her head, hiding her flaming face and red ears.

"Haha...why are you hiding? I find you even more beautiful when dyed pink." The Werewolf King laughed and soothingly rubbed her back.

He didn't know what to do with his mate. Even after his lengthy speech, she still felt embarrassed at their intimate act.

In the Nar realm, beasts mated freely and openly, considering the act as natural as eating and sleeping. Some even performed the deed in the heat of the moment before an entire group of audience.

However, his mate was as shy as a newborn calf, shying and blushing at every touch and contact, every moan and groan.

Sigh...maybe after we do it a couple more times, she would no longer feel as shy...

The thought didn't excite him. On the contrary, it filled him with a sense of loss. As unskilled, shy, and awkward as she was, Ramose found beauty and attraction in his mate's reticent ways.

It was a refreshing allure and air that belonged only to her and made her different from the other females of the realm. 

To see that side of her disappear, he would be lying if he said he wouldn't be disappointed.

Hmmm...I would like it if she didn't change. Although I'd be forced to think of various methods to get her to mate with me, the process of cajoling, pleading, and convincing her to commit the deed would be just as fulfilling.

As he thought of their future together where he would beg and bribe her to mate, and she would scoff and sneer at him for being shameless; a doting smile appeared on his face and he closed his eyes in contentment.

For the first time in his entire immortal life, he looked forward to living for eternity. An eternity spent in the embrace of his mate.

With her by his side, everything seemed bright and beautiful, filling his heart with great anticipation.

Ramose gathered his mate's thick fire-kissed hair and inhaled. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer until they were connected to the roots.

"Sigh, much better." The feeling of being inside her was thrilling! He shuddered in the blissful pleasure that sent electric tingles shooting throughout his body and moaned.

"Light, why do you feel so good, hmm? I am about to lose my senses."

"Ramose...you pervert!" Versailles's body trembled from the sudden deep penetration and his perverse words. Her face flushed and her body involuntarily trembled from the pleasure, but she refused to admit it to the wolf.

If he found out how she enjoyed being one with him, then he would probably never let her rest. Her limbs already felt weak and powerless from his masterful manipulations. Any more and she would shatter!

With a red face and aggrieved eyes, she glared at the insatiable wolf, unaware of the fact her violet, glistening eyes only served to kindle the flame burning in his heart.

"Da**! Light, can you stop seducing me? Otherwise, we'll be mating until next ice night." He bowed his head and roughly gasped in her ear.

"Next ice night...? In your dreams! You insatiable beast, get out! Get out right now! I no longer want to bathe with you." Losing her cool, the serpentine lifted her arms and beat her mate in rage.

"Light, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The Wolf grunted in pain, but not from her feeble strength. As his mate beat him in agitation, her body shook along with her movements, moving up and down on his member. The sensation of her moving was even more numbing than when he moved on his own.

With this, an image of her moving on top of him surfaced in his mind, and the Werewolf King swallowed dryly.

Unaware of the beast she had awakened, the serpentine kept beating on her mate's chest until she felt a warm mouth clamp over her mound. 

Ramose audibly sucked and licked the red perk, his body temperature rising at an alarming rate. Placing a hand on her back, he teasingly traced her spine.

"Light...Light...I am hard...uncomfortable. I want you...can I love you?"

Versailles shuddered. Ramose's voice was deep and thick with need. Even if he hadn't said anything, she would've still known how desperately he wanted to mate from his hardness.

Blushing, she shyly scolded, "Aren't you already...doing it?" He was throbbing inside her and still dared to ask if he could love her. Hmph! How fake!

"I...ah...I want you to love me?" Ramose wouldn't dare to say he wanted to see her blissfully move on top of him. 

Males were dominant by nature. And in the Nar realm where strength spoke the loudest, no male would ever give a female the power to ride over him.

Such an act wasn't only perceived as demeaning by the males, but they were also afraid it would fill the females' heads with ideas of reigning over them.

But the Werewolf King wasn't concerned about his mate reigning over him. In fact, if she desired, he would happily hand over his throne to her and allow her to call the shots.

Nope, he was more concerned about failing to protect her and not fulfilling her every wish and desire. 

As such, the only reason why he didn't dare to tell her he wanted to see her move on top of him was because he was afraid...

He was afraid his mate would get mad and go on rage mood.

If that happened, then his good deed would be ruined before it could even bear fruit...

"Huh?" Versailles blinked and blankly stared at her mate.

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Love him? How the Nar was she supposed to do that!?

"You...you...you're out of your mind!" She shrieked in embarrassment and pounded on his chest in agitation.

What was wrong with Ramose? Did his brain get fried from too much mating? How could he even suggest such a thing?

The serpentine wailed in her heart as her violet eyes shot flames at the shameless and mindless wolf.

Versailles saw Ramose as a beast who tasted meat for the first time and couldn't get enough. But what she didn't know was how much and how deeply the beast loved her.

Before her, the Werewolf King of the Underworld Palace was nothing more than a creature who wanted to be with his mate. And he wanted to be with her in such a way that there would be no distinction of a dominant and submissive party in their relationship.

Whether in public or private, he wanted them to be equal in every way.

He didn't believe he was worthy of her who was strong, kind, and beautiful. But he loved her enough, that in the entire Nar realm, there wasn't anything or anyone that could rival her in importance.

Because aside from her, he considered no one else as his family.

Not even the Werewolf Clan.

On hearing her words, Ramose's expression changed. He slowly lifted his head and looked his mate in the eyes.

"I'm out of my mind? Light, you think me wanting you to love me makes me crazy?" His dark eyes swirled with sadness as a bitter smile formed on his lips.

His mate found his request as an of madness. Why wouldn't he feel upset?

Versailles froze, her heart filling with panic at seeing such a despondent look in her mate's eyes.

Ramose...sad?

How could Ramose be sad? What had she said to make him this sad?

But before she could open her mouth, Ramose cupped her cheek and coldly looked into her eyes.

"Light, what's wrong with me wanting you to love me? What's wrong with me wanting you to want me as much as I want you? Light, we are soul-mates, true. But to me, you are more than just the mate of my soul. You are the mate of my heart. Every time I see you, I feel alive. Every time I hold you, I feel complete. So what's wrong with me wanting your love?"

Ramose's deep voice sounded demanding, but Versailles sensed the depth of his emotions from his trembling body. They were still connected in the most intimate of positions. So when he spoke and questioned her, more than his demanding tone, she sensed his vulnerability. 

At that moment, as he coldly questioned her, the Werewolf King of the Underworld Palace appeared as fragile as an infant.

Versailles's heart ached. Seeing Ramose so hurt and so vulnerable pained her. 

She still remembered how he had doggedly endured her abuse at the Black Mountains of the Vampire City.

How he protected her when the horde of corrupted ancient beasts had suddenly appeared.

And how he impaled himself with her so, even in death, they would never be separated.

Although she wanted vengeance for the wrongs of their previous lives, she had never forgotten her beginning and ending was him.

It was for him that she had returned. And it was to prevent the Supreme Elder and the Dark Lord from ever separating them again that she came back.

Because Ramose wasn't her soulmate only in this life.

He was her soul-mate of three lives.

He was right. There was nothing wrong with him wanting her to love him. He was her mate and more than any one else, he deserved her love.

Because she was the Werewolf King's mate.

The mate of his heart and soul.

Versailles eyes softened, and for the first time since their union, she didn't feel embarrassed.

Ramose's heart plunged.

His mate...why wasn't she saying anything?

Was he truly insane for wanting her to love him? 

After all, in the Nar realm, love between mates was nearly inexistent. The male beasts randomly slept with any female that could reproduce, while the females used their bodies and the little beauty they possessed to secure shelter and food for themselves.

It was only the Werewolf Clan that displayed loyalty and faith to their mates. Though not mates of their hearts, because of the existence of the soul-mate bond, the wolves of the werewolf clan never touched another female before the appearance of their soul-mates.

And even after the appearance of their mates, they only took slave-bond bedmates when their heat was too much for their soul-mates to relieve.

As such, the concept of love was not prevalent, and even in the Werewolf Clan, the relationship of werewolves and their mates was held together by the soul-bond that filled them with a sense of peace and contentment.

But true love was a hard find.

And the King of the Werewolf Clan loved his mate, truly and deeply, to the point where her every action deeply affected him.

Disheartened, Ramose was just about to unwrap his arm from his mate's waist, when his neck was caged and warmth covered on his lips.

His eyes widened in astonishment and for a moment, he only stared at the flushed face of the female kissing him in disbelief.

Light...

As the endearing nickname flashed through his mind, King Ramose's heart fluttered like the wings of a Light Fly, rapid and weak, close to bursting.

Warmth flooded through his heart, and when his mate moved on top of him, he shattered apart.

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